Page 63 of Game of Love
“I don’t care how old you are. I’d still want this even if you were a hundred.” She laughed.
“Ahundred? Wow Jia, that’s something else. I guess that makes me special.”
“It makes me want you again. Can I have you Mr. Cage?”
There was only one way to answer that question and it wasn’t with words.
I picked her up and settled her down on my cock that practically slid into her slick wet pussy.
She gasped and moaned from the intense pleasure while I kept a hold on her, leaning into her to kiss her.
“You can have me, Jia,” I told her but as I said that it felt like more. Like I was telling her more.
I never expected this.
To feel...
It started with the picture I’d first seen of her and I ended up like this.
“Ride me baby,” I told her, giving her free reign over me to do what she wanted and she did. Her hips started moving, exciting a raw sensuality that fanned the flames of the maddening lust that had consumed us.
Maddening lust that enslaved me to the essence of her.
She drove me wild. Everything about her drove me wild. Insane with everything.
She arched her back and I decided to help her out by pounding in to her in tandem with the grinding of her hips. It made her bounce up and down on my cock and the bed creak with every move.
It would have been no surprise if the wildness with which we rode each other didn’t end up breaking her bed.
When her passage quaked and tightened around my cock, I knew she was coming.
Exhaustion made me lose control. I couldn’t even try to keep a handle on it like the other times. Heat uncurled in my stomach and the animal hunger made me pound hard into her with carnal ferocity.
Every inch of me lit up with the fire that possessed us and we came together, sharing a mutual release.
She leaned forward, settling her arms around me, slumping against my chest as if her life force had been drained. It was only then I realized she must have been exhausted.
I held her and set her down to lie next to me.
Her eyelashes fluttered and she reached up to cup my jaw, kissing me.
“Hey,” I breathed, pulling away so I could look at her.
“Don’t stop touching me,” she answered on the edge of a labored breath.
“Not going to. Jia you should sleep.”
She shook her head. “I’m fine. I don’t need sleep.”
“You do. You need to sleep at some point.” I grinned.
“Sleep will take you away from me,” she answered and closed her eyes for a few brief seconds.
I gazed down at her, not knowing what to say. She was right. Morning could come and catch me in her bed. It shouldn’t though.
I was pretty certain when morning came her father himself would come, or someone. It made sense that they would.
I couldn’t be in her bed when that happened. So this would be it.
