Page 81 of The Game
“Shit, I’m so caught up in you I almost forgot a condom.” He starts roaming around the bedside table, but I pull his face toward mine.
“I’m clean and on the pill. I trust you, Alexander, and want to do this with you. Do you trust me?” I run my hand down his cheek, wanting to do this with him.
I’ve never been with anyone without a condom, but with him, this feels right.
“Same goes for me. I trust you, Sarah.” And with that, he pushes into me, making both of us groan.
I grab a hold of his hair, my other hand tearing at his back, probably leaving marks with my nails.
“Fuck, Sarah. It’s like you’ve been made for me,” He breathes into my neck as he slowly pulls away from my heat.
I kiss him, our tongues entwining in wet kisses.
“Alexander, please,” I beg as he takes his sweet time before pushing back in.
“Please what, baby?” he teases, nipping at my nipple and making me arch my back off the bed.
“Please, fuck me.” He pushes inside me again, with more force this time.
After a few strokes, I’ve adjusted to his size as he continues driving into me.
His arms are caging me in, and I turn to bite into his bicep, trying to contain my moans.
When I turn my face toward his again, the desire is shining in his eyes as he continues pushing into me and driving me hard into the mattress.
“Leave as many marks as you want, but don’t you dare try to quiet those moans.” He grabs a hold of my thigh, lifting it, making him go even deeper.
“Alexander, fuck, it’s too much,” I grab at his shoulders, trying to hold on, but the pleasure is overwhelming.
I can feel him everywhere all at once, making my body feel good all over.
“No, it’s not too much, Sarah. You’re taking this cock so good,” he growls in my ear, continuing to fuck me harder.
When he starts circling my clit I go over the edge, screaming his name. He continues driving into me, holding my hips in his strong hands before he follows.
He collapses on top of me but quickly rolls to the side, taking me with him so he doesn’t crush me under his weight. He kisses the top of my head, and I look up at him.
I think this might be the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him.
“How are those frustrations, Alexander?” I ask him, my smile giddy.
“Fucking fantastic, but I’m only getting started with you, baby,” he says, kissing my cheek, making me fucking melt under him.
When we’ve caught our breath, he gets up and heads into what I assume is the master bathroom. I watch him go and pout when I realize he might have a better butt than me.
“McGregor,” I call after him, hearing the water run in the sink. He comes back with a washcloth and gestures for me to open my legs.
“I can do that myself,” I tell him, feeling shy about him cleaning up his cum, which is running down my legs.
“I’ve just had my cock inside of you. Let me take care of you, Sarah.”
My heart races as he traces every curve of my body like I’m his own personal artwork.
“What was up with the McGregor call?” he asks as he finishes.
“I think you might have a better ass than me. That shouldn’t be allowed. We, women, need to have some perks,” I tell him as he climbs back into bed beside me.
“I could never have a better ass than you,” I yelp when he slaps said ass. He gives me a lingering kiss, which quickly turns heated.
