Page 58 of The Girlfriend Game
“Fuck, you are perfect,” I whisper, my fingers pumping inside, feeling the clench and give of her warmth, the wet nirvana of her pussy driving me higher with need.
I strum my thumb in tight, vicious circles over her clit as her fist strokes my cock in the same delirium-giving rhythm. Her ragged breaths are uneven bursts of air, her hand working me in disjointed movements.
“Zeke, I need you inside me. Now.”
No need to ask me twice.
I shove my pants down in one fluid move, hiking her up with my hands under her ass as she swings her legs around my waist. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, solidifying something unspoken between us. Urgency. Desire. But something more. Something I’ve never felt before.
I kiss her one more time before thrusting inside, the give of her body like sinking into the familiar. Oh, fuck, this is otherworldly.
Kendall gasps against my ear, her hair now falling out over her shoulders as she buries her face in my neck. My fingers grip her firm ass cheeks, seeking purchase. With every thrust, her back hits the wall, the sound likely heard from the other side of the door.
I don’t care if we’re heard. Everyone out there already knows by the way I admired Kendall tonight that I’m in love with her. She’s all I want. Right here. Right now. She’s everything. And I want to give her everything.
“You doing okay?” I grit out between clenched teeth as I plunge inside her over, and over, and over again.
“I’m so close...just…so close,” she rasps out, fingers digging into the back of my neck.
That’s going to leave a mark.
With everything I have, my body begins its climb in search of that precipice. Suddenly, shooting straight up my spine, I’m blinded by the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I squeeze her ass in my hands, her lips biting and sucking against the skin of my neck as I let go, coming hard and fast. My body shakes with the magnitude of the release, likely setting off the geological Richter scales.
Our bodies shake and tremble together as we scale the wall and jump over together. After a few moments, Kendall sags in my arms, dropping her face again into the crook of my neck with a sigh.
The sounds of voices growing closer has Kendall’s head popping up, eyes wide with a devilish expression. She grins, wiggling in my arms as I slip out of her. She brings a finger to her mouth in a gesture for me to be quiet. With one last kiss, I release my hold and drop her feet to the floor, stabilizing her with my hands on her biceps to ensure she has her balance before I let her go.
I pull my pants back up over my hips, zipping and buckling as Kendall stands somewhat still. When I look back up, she looks perplexed.
“Everything okay?” I ask, wondering if I was too rough with her. God, I probably was, my need so great as I fucked her against the door like that. “Did I hurt you?”
I gently rub a hand over her arm, and she shakes her head.
“No, I’m not hurt,” she muses, brushing a few messy auburn strands from her face. “I’m just the opposite, in fact. I’ve never been this reckless before.”
She snickers and smooths a hand down her dress, covering up her toned legs.
“Oh, yeah? How does it feel to be the bad girl for once?”
“It felt pretty damn good. Thanks for getting me out of there.”
Our eyes lock and I wink.
“Anytime. I think I kind of like this bad girl vibe you got going on.”
She smiles then, eyelashes fluttering and her face morphing into an expression of amusement.
I tweak her nose with my finger and brush her hair over her shoulders, which is now disheveled and messy, a telltale sign of our interlude.
She runs a hand over her hips, adjusting the skirt’s fit as she turns toward the door.
Before she opens it, I reach around her middle and whisper in her ear. “I’ll be your bad boy anytime you want me, baby.”
With a giggle, she steps into the hallway, jutting her chin sideways to speak over her shoulder. “That’s good to hear because I’ll expect more of that later. If you think you have it in you.”
With a whoop of indignation, I throw my hands around her trim waist and lift her in the air, carrying her like a football against my side as she yelps in surprise.
“I’m pretty sure I’m the professional athlete in this equation. Which means I most certainly have the stamina to keep you satisfied.”
Kendall erupts in laughter as I carry her back inside the ballroom, ignoring all the gaping and curious gazes from those around us, as we finish out our first official event as a couple.
The first, I hope, of many to come.
