Page 45 of The Game Plan
“So.Fucking. Hot.” She moans as she rubs her clit while her free hand pinches her nipple.
A growl rips free from my chest as I watch. My cock twitches in my boxers as it touches the cold, damp spot. Reaching for the button, I flick the metal free, tugging the zipper down. My growing length springs free, hot and throbbing as I grip myself. Pumping my fist up and down repeatedly, I watch as Savannah continues to touch herself, our eyes never breaking contact. I’m hard as a fucking rock and ready to bury myself deep inside her warmth.
“Get on all fours, Peach,” I demand. “Show me how ready that greedy cunt is for my cock.”
Holy fuck. The mouth on this man. Grant Campbell has always had a dirty mouth in bed, but right now, it’s fucking filthy. It’s raw and unfiltered and perfectly him.
And I love every second of it.
As each word left his mouth, it scorched me from the inside out, leaving me hot and desperate for him. It wasn’t what he was doing to me, with his mouth and those glorious fingers, but the way he told me how he felt about my body. The way he praised every inch of me like I was something sacred.
Like I washis.
And maybe that’s exactly what I am.
“Get on all fours, Peach. Show me how ready that greedy cunt is for my cock.”
Heat rushes through me, my pussy clenching as I replay his words. I’m not naïve; I know that “cunt” is used in spicy novels, but I’ve never heard it in real life. And let me say, it was by far the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Maybe romance novels are on to something.
I roll onto my side first, catching my breath as I brace ahand against the mattress. My limbs tremble slightly, but I push myself up. With my knees planted firmly, I press my hands deep into the mattress. My body tilts forward, belly heavy beneath me as I wiggle my ass in the air.
I’m hit with a wave of insecurity at being in such a vulnerable position. In the past, I’ve never had an issue being on all fours, but it’s different this time. It’s exposing all the new curves of my body. My hips are fuller, there’s obviously a bowling ball strapped to my front, and swelling in my limbs. Not to mention, the hack job I’ve done on shaving my pussy because I can’t even see it anymore.
My skin flushes with heat as a slight wave of embarrassment hits me. But then a groan sounds from behind me, and as I peek over my shoulder, I watch Grant run a hand down his face, taking in the sight of me. Dark desire swirls through his hazel eyes, and any remnants of embarrassment are replaced with need. Seeing him so far gone for me is a craving I didn’t know I needed.
His gaze is locked on my ass, so I give him a small wiggle. A sly smirk spreads across his lips as he places a knee onto the bed. In slow, calculated movements, Grant slides across the bed until his large body cages me in. I can feel his heat against my backside. The tips of his fingers graze my spine, and goosebumps erupt over my skin.
Grant stills behind me, breath catching as he leans next to my ear. “You okay, Peach?”
I nod slowly. Once. Twice. Three times. “More than okay.”
With a final glance over my shoulder, our eyes lock, and it’s at this moment that our eyes are relaying everything we’re feeling. It’s the perfect moment because I don’t think I could describe the way Grant Campbell makes me feel. It’s desired and cherished. It’s seen and appreciated. It’s everything I’ve everwanted. And this moment is only supposed to be one time. A way for him to take the edge off. He’s doing this for me.
The room is quiet, with only the soft hum of the AC unit and the birds chirping outside. After a beat of silence, I finally force the words from my mouth. “I need you, Grant. Please, make me feel good.”
Leaning forward, his lips find mine at an awkward angle. “I’ve got you, Peach,” he mumbles against my mouth.
The mattress dips as he takes his place behind me. Rough, strong hands stroke along my hips before he caresses my thigh.
A shiver runs through me, and God, I want this. I want him.
It should terrify me to start something between us. How badly I need him. How easily he gave in to my request. We both know it’s supposed to be just sex, but is it ever reallyjustsex?
And it should terrify me how right this feels.
With two fingers, he slides them up my slit. I moan at the contact, already a wet, needy mess as my lashes flutter shut. Grant shoves those two fingers inside of me, and my hips buck against his hand. He begins pumping his digits, working me over as I feel his length grow harder against the back of my leg.
“Fuck, Grant. Fuck, this feels so good,” I pant into the mattress.
“Yeah, sweetheart? And it’s only my fingers. Wait until my cock is buried deep inside your pussy.”
His other hand abandons my hip as he moves it around to my front. While he continues finger-fucking me, his other fingers brush my clit, sending an electrical current through my body as I move against him. I moan again, this time louder. He moves his hand, pumping deeper inside me and hitting the soft spot before flicking his fingers over my G-spot. The friction and the movement have me gripping the sheets tighter to keep my balance on my elbows. My hips buck as he circles my clit in tighter circles, applying more pressure each time.
“You’re so tight, Savannah. Ready to come again?”
I nod as a whimper leaves me.
“You’re going to soak my fingers until your cum drips down my arm, Peach. Then I’m going to sink my cock deep inside you.”
