Page 62 of Game of Love
I’d lost my damn mind somewhere in between the timeline of the shootout at the casino and going to Jia’s place.
Actually, I thought I probably needed to back that up a little more and admit it was gone from the minute I took her to Lake Mead yesterday. That was the opening up of the playground for me to run wild in.
That was what I’d done.
The kiss was the taste. It was the taste that set in motion this wild sexual frenzy of lust and wild desire that saw me here in her bed at this hour of the morning.
Three a.m.
It made me send a message to Giovanni after I’d had sex with Jia pinned against the granite walls of her shower, telling him I’d stand guard for tonight at her place.
I’d played on the man’s worry for his daughter and assured him I’d look after her. Pretty certain what I did was far outside the realms of what most would deem‘look after’.
Or maybe it was just within the realms, depending on which way you looked at it.
Fuck, I’d had her six times.
Six timesand I wanted more.
I was hyped up on sex and her, hyped up on the sight of her, her gorgeous body, and her wildness to give as much as she got. That confidence of hers and her drive was through the roof. She was the kind of woman to seize every aspect of what she felt and make it a hundred times better.
And God was she fucking hot and sexy…
The seductress straddled me now as I lay on her bed propped against a stack of pillows, those long legs wrapped around me while she tried to guess what my tats meant. She’d guessed right that the words were part of a story. It was a part of a Japanese proverb about a boy who learned to fly. I’d gotten it because it reminded me of myself.
I hadn’t told her what the words meant yet because I was enjoying watching her move as she bent her head to guess the characters. Her breasts would bobble and sometimes her little pink nipples would brush over my chest.
Like now.
She shuffled over my cock, hardening me up again, so she could see the character next to the golden eagle on the side of my abs.
She cut me a saucy grin and purposely brushed her gorgeous breasts over the hard peaks of my pecs.
I knew she did that because she wanted me to touch her, so I did.
I reached forward and caught her nipples between my thumb and forefinger making her moan.
“I’m not sure which to enjoy more, you touching me or tasting me.” She straightened up and a hum fell from her lips.
“Maybe I should do both.” I smiled and pulled her close so I could suck her tits.
I closed my mouth over her right nipple and sucked hard. She ran her hand through my hair and held me to her while I sucked. I moved to her other breast and sucked hard making her wiggle her hips backwards and forwards over my already hard cock.
“Does that help in any way?” I asked loving the pleasure-filled look on her face.
She answered with a kiss. Kissing my lips like she wanted to consume me.
Consume was the best way I could explain it because that was what it felt like.
“I want you again,” she cooed against my lips. “I need you again, Xander.”
“Jia, I’m gonna die in this bed baby. Too much sex. Remember I’m an old man, can’t keep up with you,” I joked.
Of course it was a fucking joke and truth be told I would choose to die in this bed with her if that was my path.
She laughed. “Are you kidding me? Since when is thirty-six old?”
“Since it was ten years older than twenty six.” I was talking like it bothered me, it didn’t. Not one bit. I was just messing around with her.
