Page 83 of Game Misconduct
“You can, and you will.” The tables have turned, and where before I was ready to cede control, I’m now taking it back. I thread my hands through his hair, gripping the strands. “Be a good boy for me. Make me come.”
The cords in his neck pulse. “Bex Marie, I—”
“Touch me. Kiss me.”
With a sigh of relief, he ducks his head and takes my mouth, his kiss consuming me. His hand snakes between us, massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples. I squirm against him, taking what he so freely gives.
And when lightning strikes and my entire body lights up, he keeps going, fucking me through it. His mouth ghosts over mine, his kiss a brush of lips on lips, his breath mingling with mine.
“Come for me,” I pant. “Show me how good you are.”
Nick manages two more shaky thrusts before he tenses above me, his cock pulsing deep inside me. His tortured moan lights up my pleasure center just as much as my orgasm did. Sweat-slick skin to skin, he slumps against me, burying his face in my neck. The scratch of his stubble makes me hum with satisfaction.
“You were such a good boy,” I tell him, carding my fingers through his hair. “So good for me.”
“Just for you,” he murmurs.
He’s gone above and beyond to show me all the ways he cares. All the ways he’s thought of me. Even when I was prickly or downright hostile to him, he’s refused to let me push him away.
For the first time in forever, my mind falls quiet. Where usually I’d hyperfixate on the depths of his feelings for me, now, I can just… accept it. Live in the moment. Enjoy it.
