Page 86 of The Games We Play

Her mouth drops open as she watches me massage myself from base to tip.

Other than the first time with Mimi, I’ve always worn a condom. And it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone. I was required to get tested just to enter Afterburn, so I know I’m clean.

“I want you raw with nothing between us.” It’s a question and a statement. I smack the tip of my cock on her swollen clit and she gasps, biting her lip as she tosses her head back, nodding.

“I need your words, sunshine.”

“Yes, please, yes. Take me any way you want. I need it.”

“Fuck.” More precum drips out of the tip. I swipe it through her slit and press into her entrance. Her tight warmth sucks me in and I squeeze my eyes shut at the sensation. “Jesus, Mimi. You feel so fucking good.”

I press in deeper. She wraps around me so tight both our moans blend like a symphony of sounds that were meant for each other.

I hover there for a moment, taking in the sensation of feeling her, having her, then push all the way to the hilt. She gasps and moans, gripping my forearms as her nails dig into the skin. I still, giving her a moment to adjust, kissing her neck and chest, her lips and ears. Exploring every inch of her skin while my cock soaks in the heat of her wet pussy.

I could live here and my life would be complete.

“I could stay here the rest of my life,” I say, sharing my thoughts with her.

“That’s nice, Rambo, but right now, I need you to fuck me.” She lifts her hips, circling them, forcing me even deeper, and Idrop my mouth open as her pussy swallows even more of my cock.

This little minx.

Pressing my palm into her low belly, I stop her from circling, pushing her gently into the mattress before I pull all the way out and pump into her.

“Oh, fuck!” she screams. “So good,” she whispers under her breath.

I continue to piston in and out, pulling out fully, leaving just the tip, then pushing back in, finding the perfect rhythm for us both. My cock hardens even more, how that’s even possible at this point is a complete mystery to me. Her pussy clenches around me and I can’t help but squeeze my eyes shut as I throw my head back.

“Please choke me. Choke me like you did the first time.” I bring my gaze to meet her, my eyes wide at both shock and desire for her asking me to do that.

That was one of my favorite things about that first night, taking her as I wrapped my hand around her neck. It was rough, but still gentle enough that she pressed deeper in my palm. I realized then I needed that sort of control, that kind of rougher sex, and I hated that I liked it as much as I did.

Hearing her ask for it sends fire shooting through my veins.

“Please, do it.”

“Fucking hell, Mimi.”

I move my hand that’s pressing into her low belly and wrap it around her throat, gentle at first as I lean in. I watch her carefully as I move in and out of her. Her mouth drops open as her breath shortens.

Just like the first night, she pushes her neck up into my palm, needing more.

I squint and clench my jaw, attempting to mask the desire burning through me, but also balance the pressure to make sure I’m not hurting her.

She looks at me with concern. Her brows pinch together, like she’s worried of what I will think, and shame crosses her face before she eases back down.

“Don’t you fucking do that, Mimi. Never be ashamed to ask for what you want. Not with me.” I dip down, bring my chest closer to hers, then press my thumb harder onto one side of her neck, squeezing my fingers into the sides of her throat. Enough to give her what she needs, but not cut off her air completely.

My eyes flicker over to her hands to make sure they are free to move, and they do as they come up to grip my hair again, clearly comforting her.

“I’m close, Seamus.” She chants my name like a prayer and I can’t hold back any longer.

“Mimi, fuck, I’m coming.” I groan long and loud. It’s unlike my typical self when I orgasm. This time I can’t hold back the desperate moans that are coming from my throat.

We come together, in synchronized motion and sound, and I’ve never felt an orgasm so deep and intense in all my life. Maybe it’s her. Maybe it’s the lack of latex between us. Maybe it’s the missing link I’ve needed. I have no idea why this is all so powerful, but it’severything.

My words and moans are choppy and pleading as I spill into her.

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