Page 46 of The Game Plan
I moan, my face twisting as he applies even more pressure to my clit. Dark spots erupt in my vision as I feel myself clench around him. I’m gripping his fingers so tightly I feel like I could break them.
“Right there, Grant.” Another moan rips free as my stomach tightens, fluttering at the way he’s making me feel. “Don’t stop. That’s it. Oh god.”
I don’t even care about the sounds I’m making as my screams mix with the wet noises of his fingers inside me.
I cry out as he finally pushes me over the edge. My breath catches in my throat as I scream his name, no longer caring about the early hour and having neighbors. I want the entire world to know what Grant Campbell does to me. His fingers are as magical as a musician strumming his guitar. He finds the perfect rhythm to set me off until we’re producing our own beautiful harmony.
“Fuck, Peach,” he grits out as he removes his fingers. I tilt my head over my shoulder and watch him use my orgasm to coat his long length. He fists his cock and pumps a few times as he aligns himself at my entrance.
Our eyes meet as he sinks inside me. I cry out—half pleasure, half overly sensitive from the multiple orgasms. My eyes shutter, and he groans as I work at taking him inch by inch, painstakingly slow.
“Damn, sweetheart. You feel like fucking heaven.”
My arms tremble beneath me as I fight to keep myself upright.
Note to self: start lifting light weights.
His hands grip my hips—gentle, but firm enough to keep me steady. My walls stretch around his thick cock. It’s intense, butdelicious. He’s deeper in this position. Grant stills, allowing me time to adjust to his size. He’s everything I remember.
When I’m ready, I push back against him, wiggling my hips. The sensation has my toes curling, and I know it’s not going to take much before I’m coming…again. Grant slowly starts to pull out before he’s thrusting forward until he’s fully inside me.
“That’s it, Peach. Take my cock like a good girl.”
I moan louder. Dirty talk only spurs me on. There’s something about a man telling you how good you make him feel that drives me wild. He loosens the grip of one of his hands as he starts pistoning his hips. Each time I think he’s going to slip free, my walls clench him harder, causing him to moan and pant.
His free hand slides up my spine before he rakes his short fingernails down my skin. It causes a chill to spread all over my body, making my core pulse. He palms my butt cheek before kneading the flesh, and I push back against him, matching his speed. His fingers coast across my skin, spreading my cheeks, before his thumb slides down my crack. Grant’s thumb circles my tight entrance, the unexpected touch causing me to jolt, but I don’t ask him to stop.
Ever-so-slowly, he applies more pressure against my back entrance. The grip on my hip intensifies as he pumps harder inside of me.
“Grant,” I breathe out, sounding like another whimper as I press my ass against him.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well, taking my cock. Feel how it stretches you.” His words are rough as he presses against my hole.
“Don’t stop, Grant.” My eyelids flutter shut as I rock in time with him. “Harder. I need it harder.”
He pauses momentarily. His thumb quits tracing my entrance as the grip on my hip lessens, and he slowly rocks inside of me.It’s the opposite of what I want, but then I hear his voice laced with concern. “It’s not going to hurt the baby?”
“No.” I shake my head. “The baby will be fine. Me, on the other hand…” I trail off as he lets out a sigh.
“Good.” His voice is gravelly as he grips me tighter. His pace quickens as he starts fucking me thoroughly from behind. At this angle, my boobs rub against the sheets with each thrust, causing a delicious friction to form deep in my belly. With his hips moving faster, he pumps his cock in and out without abandon. His thrusts grow faster, more urgent—we’re both teetering on the edge.
“Goddamn, Peach. This pussy was made to take my cock.”
I take everything he gives me. “Grant, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Oh my god, don’t fucking stop.”
“Come all over my cock, sweetheart,” Grant grunts, his grip biting into my flesh at my hip.
Panting moans ricochet off the walls in a symphony of sounds. I can’t tell which noises belong to who, both of us feeling the magnitude of this moment. With a few final drives, I stop trying to muffle my cries, coming hard—harder than I ever have—pushing back against him to pull him over the edge with me. As Grant continues pumping into me, more sporadic and calculated, my pussy only squeezes him tighter. Both of us ride out the wave of euphoria.
Warmth spreads throughout my languid body while Grant’s hips slow. His arm snakes around my hips, holding me upright to keep my body from sagging into a heap. As he collapses onto his side, he drags me down next to him until my back is flush against his front. His lips find the spot where my neck meets my shoulder as he peppers tiny kisses.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Savannah.”
I hum, completely spent as my eyes try to stay open. Our chests heave from the exertion.
We lie like that for another few moments, our legs tangled, his cock softening inside of me, my head tucked under his chin as he rubs slow circles against my belly. Jellybean flutters against his touch, and his thumb pauses.
“Did… Did she just move?” His voice is soft, cautious, and it’s so sweet.
