Page 33 of The Game

I want him to lose control. To be at my mercy. Leaning down, I slide my tongue along his jawline, and when I reach his ear, I growl, “Your cock feels so good filling my pussy.”

“Motherfucker.” He flips me over, laying me on my back amongst the cushions and slices into my core.

“God, yes, Gunner, that feels so fucking good.” My legs wrap around his waist like a vice, and I use my back to push off the sofa and suck him deep into my sex.

“I can’t stop. I want to make it good for you, but it feels too intense.” He thrusts in and out of my pussy with the same precision and intensity he puts into his workouts. Sweat drips down his brow, and his entire body strains for release.

“Yees.” My head falls back, and I push into the pillows. From this position, I tilt my hips to give him the deepest penetration yet and dig my fingernails into his back. “Right there. Don’t fucking stop.”

His dick slips out to my edge, and then, he thrusts into my hot depths. My legs tingle, and electric shocks shoot throughout my body. I’m so close to coming; every nerve in my clit is pulsing as his pelvis smacks against me.

I hold my breath and angle my pelvis down, so the crown of his erection pierces over my G spot. With one last lunge, I’m flying. “God, yes. Gunner. Don’t stop.” I shudder as he continues to plunge into my hole.

“Fuck.” He stiffens above me, and his hips push forward again. “So, fucking good.” He convulses and lands on top of me.

As I try and catch my breath, I stare at the ceiling. Wow. This is one hundred times better than porn, cake, and a vibrator. I sigh.

“Are you okay?” He shifts, rolls to the side, and pulls me against his chest.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I rub my nose against his pec and close my eyelids.

“What were you thinking?”

I giggle. “You don’t want to know.”

He grabs my chin and stares into my eyes. “Yes, I do.”

My face heats. The ceiling is sure white. That’s impressive. I don’t think I’ve ever stayed in a suite this nice. Stop stalling. What’s the worst that can happen? He thinks I’m a complete perv. Big deal. “I was thinking, this was better than porn, cake, and a vibrator.”

He laughs and wraps me into his arms. “I don’t have a vibrator, but I’m pretty sure they have porn and cake here.”

“Yum. Even better.” As I snuggle against him, his leg slides over mine and holds me in place.

This is perfect. But will it last? We’re in the middle of the football season. I’m not some fancy model type. And –

“Dani.”

“Yes?”

“Stop thinking. Let’s take a nap and get ready for round four.”

“Okay.” I smile sheepishly and will my negative thoughts to take a walk for a few minutes.

Chapter Eighteen

Gunner

I roll on my back and stare at the ceiling. The steady red blinking of the fire alarm is the only light in the room. Between the curtains, a sliver of exposed darkness indicates morning hasn’t come.

Dani sighs and shifts in her sleep. Her body is pressed against my side, and her cold toes touch the back of my calves and her soft breath fans against my chest. I want to stay in this position for eternity. I haven’t slept in bed with a woman in years and never felt at peace about it.

Shit. I’ve got to work out. I close my eyelids and groan inwardly. For once, I’d like to forget all my responsibilities and enjoy life. But I can’t.

Flashes of the night before, flood my memory. The taste of her. The smell of her. The intense connection of being deep inside her is almost overwhelming. We’re perfect together.

I tense. Will she understand I need to get up before dawn and workout? Unlike some other men, I can’t spend the entire day pleasuring her and drowning in her eyes. Past girlfriends were not as receptive to my schedule. They’d get jealous and turn bitter.

After a point, I couldn’t handle the drama or the irritation, that no matter how thoroughly I explained my career, the women never fully grasped what I was saying – until it was too late. They’d demand I put them first, and I’d end things. My career is always first.

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