Page 60 of Game Changer

I pump my dick once because I’m hoping that compromise involves my body. “Tell me what it is.”

Stepping forward, she rests one knee on the mattress along with both of her hands. “I’ll suck you off first. Then it’s more pizza and wine for me.”

I close my eyes, arch my back off the bed, and groan. “Fuck, yes, please.”

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I walkinto the kitchen of the apartment, rubbing my still semi-hard dick through the fabric of the gray sweatpants I tugged on after dragging myself out of the bed.

Opal jumped out of it minutes after I came down her throat. She literally sucked me dry. It sent me to another place. It was euphoric. I’ve had more orgasms than I can count in my life, but this one was on another level.

Seeing her hands wrapped around my dick and her gaze stuck to my face was the cherry on top of it all. I came hard and violently, barely able to contain the need to let out an animalistic scream.

I round the corner to find her standing near the island with a piece of pizza in her hand.

Laughter flows easily from me when I see what she’s wearing. “I like the shirt.”

“Me too,” she says with a smile. “It’s not quite my size, but I’m not complaining.”

I’m not, either. Her toned legs are in view save for a couple of inches of the tops of her thighs. Judging by the fact that her panties are still in the bedroom, she’s naked underneath the shirt I gave her earlier. She is, by far, the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.

“Do you want a bite?” she teases me with a wave of the cold pizza in the air.

“Of you?” I ask because it’s too tempting not to.

Her gaze skims over my bare chest before it slides down to my stomach. “You haven’t had your fill of me yet?”

The question is so ridiculous that I laugh again. “That will never happen.”

Her smile fades, as does the brightness in her eyes. She looks down at the slice of pizza she’s holding. “This is such good pizza.”

The shift from me telling her I want to fuck her for the foreseeable future to pizza is jarring, but I don’t push. I make my way to where she’s standing. I grab her hand and lift it to my mouth so I can take a bite of the pizza.

Her gaze is stuck to my face as I chew.

Once I’ve swallowed, I reach behind her to the almost full wine glass on the island and pick it up. I take a sip before offering it to her.

She shakes her head. “The pizza is better cold, don’t you think?”

I don’t give a shit about the pizza at this moment. I want to know why she’s using it as a shield. It’s become a barrier, blocking me from getting to the root of what she’s feeling.

I inch even closer to her to place the wine glass down before my hand drops to her bare thigh. “Tell me what you want, Opal.”

Her eyelids flutter. “Are you going to make me come again?”

“You want me to,” I state, convinced that she does by the movement of her hips and the trembling of her legs. “You want me to touch your pussy until you come on my hand.”

The crust of the pizza in her hand tumbles to the floor. “Yes, please.”

I’m on her then. I press against her, taking her mouth in a kiss that will leave her lips even more bruised than they already are.

I slide my hand up her thigh to feel how fucking wet she is. She’s practically dripping with desire.

I run my fingers softly over her core. “You’re sensitive.”

She nods, her breaths scattered and uneven. “So sensitive.”

“Just feel,” I whisper into her ear as I slide two fingers into her channel. “Let yourself go and just feel it all.”

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