Page 61 of Boards & Betrayal

"Tom," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I just… I don't want to talk about it. Please."

I knew there was more to it, an unspoken weight hanging between us. Every instinct told me to push, to pry open whatever door she kept firmly shut. But instead, I nodded, letting the moment hang heavy with unspoken words.

She kissed me then, passionately, with a fervor that stole the breath from my lungs. Her lips were soft yet insistent against mine, a mixture of desperation and need that mirrored my own. My hands found their way to her hips, gripping her tightly as if afraid she might vanish if I let go.

The kiss deepened, a raw connection that seemed to momentarily bridge the chasm between us. It was messy and frantic, filled with the urgency of two people trying to escape their own thoughts through each other.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as if proximity alone could dissolve the barriers we’d built. I responded in kind, losing myself in the sensation of her warmth against me. Each touch felt like a promise—a silent vow that despite everything else swirling around us, this moment was ours.

We broke apart just long enough for a breath before she captured my lips again, her movements more insistent this time. Her body pressed against mine in a way that felt both familiar and electric.

I let myself get lost in it—in her—if only for a few stolen moments.

Her kiss tasted like desperation and longing. As her hands tugged at my shirt, I responded in kind, my fingers finding the hem of her t-shirt and lifting it over her head. The soft fabric slid away, revealing her bare skin. I took a moment to admire her—her chest rising and falling with each breath, the curve of her collarbone, the vulnerability in her eyes.

I leaned forward, taking one of her breasts into my mouth. Her moan reverberated through me, sending a jolt straight tomy core. My tongue flicked over her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. She arched into me, pressing herself closer as if seeking more contact.

Her fingers tightened in my hair, urging me on as I lavished attention on her breast. Each sound she made fueled the fire building inside me. The sensation of her warmth against my mouth, the taste of her skin—it was intoxicating.

As I moved to the other breast, she shifted slightly, grinding against me. The thin fabric of our clothes did little to hide how wet she was getting. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, and it made me grow even harder.

I sucked gently on her nipple, savoring every reaction I elicited from her. Her back arched again, and she let out a breathless moan that sent shivers down my spine.

The connection between us felt raw and electric, every touch igniting a spark that threatened to consume us both. I could feel myself losing control, driven by the primal need to be closer to her.

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice breathless and needy.

I couldn’t resist her any longer. My hands moved to unbutton my jeans, the sound of the zipper cutting through the thick silence. I pulled out my cock, feeling the heat of her gaze on me. Stroking it once, twice, I could feel myself growing harder in anticipation.

Gripping Ally's hips, I positioned her above me and slowly slid her down my shaft. She gasped, her eyes widening as she adjusted to my girth. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I could feel her nails through the fabric of my shirt. She clawed at it until I helped her get it off me so she could touch my skin. Each inch she took sent a wave of pleasure through me, a sensation that was both intoxicating and grounding.

“God, you feel so good,” I muttered, voice rough with desire.

She began to move, rocking her hips in a slow rhythm that drove me wild. I matched her pace, thrusting up into her with deliberate force. The way she rode me was both controlled and wild, an enticing mix that left me craving more.

“Fuck, Ally,” I groaned. “You’re so tight.”

Her movements quickened in response to my words. The friction between us built steadily, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Her moans grew louder, mingling with my own guttural sounds.

“Tell me how much you want this,” I demanded, my hands guiding her movements as she rode me.

“I want it,” she panted, eyes half-closed in ecstasy. “I want you.”

Hearing those words only spurred me on. I leaned forward slightly, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth again while my hands continued to guide her hips. She cried out at the sensation, arching into me as she moved faster.

“You like that?” I murmured against her skin. “You like being fucked like this?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking on the word.

Her nails raked down my back as she clung to me, lost in the rhythm we’d created together. Each thrust brought us closer to the edge, the intensity between us growing with every movement.

“Take all of me,” I urged, gripping her hips tighter as we moved together in a desperate dance of need and desire.

She responded with a fervor that matched my own, riding me harder and faster until we were both teetering on the brink of release.

Feeling Ally clench around me as she reached her climax felt like the first time every fucking time. Her walls tightened, a ripple of pressure that sent shudders through my entire body. She threw her head back, eyes closed, and her breath came outin broken gasps. The sight of her lost in ecstasy pushed me over the edge.

My own release followed hers, an intense wave crashing through me as I spilled inside her. Every muscle tensed, my grip on her hips tightening as if to anchor myself to this moment. The sensation was both overwhelming and grounding, a raw connection that felt impossibly right.

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