Page 128 of The Game Plan
He groans. “So polite. Telling me how you want it.”
The pressure builds, and my breaths change to pants. Bright flashes burst behind my eyes as my orgasm erupts. He pulls his fingers away, and before I can complain about the loss of him, his thick cock slams inside me.
It’s tight as my release still barrels through me, nearly suffocating his length. Grant drives his hips forward until he bottoms out, making me cry in pleasure. It’s always so good with him. Each time we have sex is better than the last. He finds new ways to torture me with bliss and explores new ways to reach pleasure. Exploring with Grant Campbell is by far my favorite pastime.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight,” he groans. “You take my cock so well. It’s like this pussy was made for me.”
“It was,” I agree, panting.
Strong hands grip my hips as he continues to drive inside me. His movements are fast, hurried, as we know we’re on borrowed time. With each thrust, he reaches deeper, hitting the soft button inside me. One hand circles around to my front as his fingers play with my swollen clit. With each flick, circle, and pinch, I’m closer to falling over the edge.
“Come on my cock, baby. Drench me.”
His words. God, Grant’s mouth is dirty. It’s intoxicating, listening to his filthy demands.
Heat pools in my stomach, and I’m right there. I can feel the orgasm threatening to rip through my body.
“Don’t stop. Oh, god, right there.”
He pounds into me a few more times, and it’s all too much. I’m calling out his name and free-falling into the abyss. I never want to come down from this high.
“Good girl,” Grant praises. “I’m going to come. Fuck, baby. The thought of you going back to the party with my cum dripping down your thighs. Goddamn, it makes me feral.”
I can feel his thrusts getting sloppier the closer to his release. As tempting as it is to go back to the party with him inside of me, I know a better way to drive him wild.
Bucking my hips back into him, he stumbles slightly, but it’s enough space for me to slip from his grip.
“Fuck, Sav…” His words trail off as I spin, dropping to my knees in front of him. Grant’s eyes go wide, darkening to an almost black shade, as his chest heaves. I grip his hard cock and swallow around his engorged head as I take him to the back of my throat. His dick is hot and slick from being inside me, and I moan at the taste of myself on his length.
“Jesus, fuck,” he chokes out, one hand flying to grip the back of my head. His hips jerk, and within seconds, his hot cum coats my tongue. Cock twitching, he pumps inside my mouth as he releases every drop.
I swallow everything he’s given me as he pulls back, dick freeing with apop. With a finger, I wipe at the corner of my lips as I clean up the little bit of cum that’s slipped free before sucking my finger into my mouth. Not one to waste a drop.
“Goddamnit, woman,” Grant praises huskily, bending down and pressing his lips to mine. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
With a quick cleanup, the two of us walk down the hallway, hand-in-hand. Flushed and breathless, I grab the candles andlighter while Grant carries the unicorn cake outside for our birthday girl.
Sliding the glass door open, we step out onto the patio and heads whip in our direction.Busted.Smirks line our friends’ faces as Derek shakes his head at his son, a small smile on his lips. Emily appears to be completely unaware as she plays with the kids.
Heat floods my cheeks, and I refuse to cast a glance in my husband’s direction. “Mommy!” Lennon shouts. “Is it time for happy birthday?”
“It sure is, sweetie!” I place the cake on the table and watch as tiny legs start running in my direction.
“Looks like someone already got her cake,” Brynn sasses.
“And ate it too,” Cody adds.
Grant helps Lennon into her chair, kissing the top of her head as I place three candles in her pastel unicorn cake.
“I guess it’s time to give Lennon a sibling,” Bret jokes.
Grant slides an arm around me, pulling me into his side. “We already got started on that.”
“Wh-what?” Bret stutters as everyone stares at us.
I reach down and pat the tiniest bump. It turns out, the second baby is harder to hide, with my stomach showing way sooner than it did with Lennon. Thankfully, I’ve been living in sundresses that flare at the hips.
“Baby boy will be here in March!” I announce as Lennon shouts, “I’m going to be a sister!”
