Page 60 of Game of Love
It took me a second to realize it told some sort of story and I smiled.
It called to the artist in me that appreciated creativity.
He was a work of art, a very sexy work of art that belonged to me, if only for this one time.
“Do you like what you see Miss Marchesi?” he asked with a lopsided grin that made him look sexier.
Jesus… I didn’t think that was possible.
“Absolutely.”
“Now you said something about tasting me,” he intoned.
I nodded slow for effect, it was a contrast to the racing beat of my heart and the drive that made me want him inside me. It was passion though that stepped back in to take control and made me want to do all I could think of to enjoy him.
Remember him…
Remember him, just in case this was it, and this moment we shouldn’t be having never happened again.
Lust glittered his eyes when I lowered to my knees and reached up to undo his belt buckle and pull the zipper down his fly. As soon as I did so the bulge of his cock became more distinct.
His pants floated down his legs and he kicked those off along with his shoes, then returned to me. In his Calvin’s he looked like a walking advert. A walking sinful advert waiting to be tasted with his massive erection pushing against the white cotton fabric like it was aching for release.
I obliged by pulling on the edge of his waistband and pushing down to unleash the full length of his cock.
The sight made my heart still. My breathing just hitched and caught somewhere between my heart and my sternum.
Amazed by his thickness, I gripped the base of his cock and lowered my head to lick the fat head. Finally satisfying my need and curiosity to taste him. He tasted like sex and power. That made me take him into my mouth as deep as I could.
I sucked and he groaned, smoothing his hands over my head, lacing his fingers through my hair as my head bobbed up and down his thickness.
A deep groan rumbled within his chest when I glided my tongue over his shaft, sucking harder in rasping strokes. I sucked him with a desperation that encouraged me all the more when his cock grew harder and pressed into the back of my throat.
When his heavy hand clamped down on my arm and tugged, I knew I had to stop and sacrifice tasting his release if I wanted him inside me.
“I need you now Jia,” he growled, lifting me to stand.
“Take me,” I told him with a small smile.
Xander stepped out of his boxers and reached for his pants to search through the pockets. He then frowned and gritted his teeth at the discovery of empty pockets.
“I don’t have a condom.”
He looked like all was lost, but I was ready to fix that.
I stepped closer and ran my fingers over the length of his shaft. Then with a teasing smile I leaned even closer pressing my nipples against his chest when I stood on the tips of my toes to whisper into his ear.
“Then fuck me without one, Xander,” I cooed and he took hold of my waist.
“Fucking hell…Jia…” His eyes, now a dark blue that reminded me of twilight, bore into me and I couldn’t resist the flutter of triumph that rippled through me as I spotted the flush in his cheeks. The triumph came from knowing I’d made a man like him blush.
“I’m on birth control.”
The corners of his lips turned up into a sexy, dangerous smirk. “Be careful, you may regret telling me that.”
I ran my fingers over the hard walls of his chest and returned his smile. “I don’t think so. Consider that an all access pass just for you.”
“Fuck,” he breathed.
