Page 55 of The Games We Play

Fuck.

I suck in air.

I’ve had bitches strip for me, let me fuck their tits, their mouth, their ass. They’ve put on sexy lingerie, set the mood, let me take control. And none of it matches this.

Slowly, she lowers herself onto me. Concentration etches her features, and she bites on that pouty bottom lip as she moves up and down, not even an inch each time.

When her breath catches, I reach for her hands, careful with the braced one, encouraging her to lean forward. I bank my elbows by my side and take her weight.

“Iris,” I groan as she squeezes the rim of my cock.

I’m not even half in, and already I want to come. When she lifts this time, she leaves white cream on my dick. Hottest fucking sight.

The next slide, she makes it halfway. I thrust into her. I can’t help it. And she gasps. “Oh, yes.”

“Good?” I ask, repeating it again. Meeting her by thrusting upward as she slides down.

She bites down on her lip and nods.

Three-quarters of my dick. Hottest fucking countdown to a pussy taking all of me.

“This time?” I ask, and she nods. Brave little soul that she is.

And we move.

I’ve never thought much about the concept of heaven, but when my balls tap out against her ass and she takes all of me, I figure it feels pretty much like this.

I flop my head back on the bed and squeeze her hips so fucking tight I’m sure she’s going to have bruises in the morning. When I open my eyes after a few breaths to get myself under control, I see the fucking prettiest smile on her face.

“We did it,” she says with pride.

I tug her down to my chest and wrap my arms around her. “We did. You want me to fuck that pussy now?”

She places a kiss on my neck. “Yes, please.”

I place my feet on the bed and ease up into her the first couple of strokes. But now that I’m in there, and she’s creaming like a pro, it gets easier. And as it gets easier, my speed increases. I palm her ass with both hands, holding her right where I want her.

“This hitting you where you need it?” I choke out.

“Yes,” she cries, her voice muffled against my shoulder. “Please, Spark.”

I move my hands to her hips, grind her against my cock as I thrust. I can feel it when she starts to come. “Eyes,” I command. I need to see her; I need to see what I’ve done to her as much as I can feel it.

She does as I ask; her eyes meet mine. They’re wide, tear sheened, and her mouth open as she comes almost silently.

She’s my undoing.

You can’t give yourself to energy this fucking pure and not come undone with it.

Her lips smash against mine.

I fist the hair at the back of her neck as she kisses me. Letting her consume me like I’m consuming her. I lose control. Of my thrusts and my heart. Everything spills out of me in one head-spinning explosion. I can’t think of anything beyond how my soul just ejects out of my body.

My orgasm is bone deep. It lasts, and I drag out every fucking second as she squeezes me with aftershocks so tight they’re almost painful.

“Iris,” I gasp hoarsely, slowing to bring us both down. I don’t want to stop feeling this connected to her. “Never felt like this.”

“Same, big chick, same.”