The Game Plan

“Good?” I whisper, my voice raw in my throat as I pant, my arms braced at her sides and shaking.

“So…very…” She swallows hard, rocks her hips, working herself on to me.

Tight, so tight. Slick walls squeeze me. My dick throbbing and stiff, nudges just a bit deeper. “You like being stuffed full of my cock?”

“Fuck yes.” The hard points of her nipples brush against my chest. “More,” she says. “More.”

So I give it to her. Pumping through the perfect clench of her *. Until I bottom out. For a second I hold perfectly still, my entire body straining against hers. I close my eyes, clench my teeth. Shivering heat licks along my skin. My dick pulses so hard, I feel the shock waves in my ass, down my thighs.

Don’t come. Don’t you fucking come.

I take a breath, and it burns through my lungs.

Then she touches me, the brush of her fingers tracing my cheek. “Ethan.”

I find her gazing up at me, her cheeks flushed and dewy with sweat. So beautiful I can’t speak. Her thumb caresses my skin. “Now, baby.”

A groan rips from me. I lose myself, thrusting with blind need. And it feels so good, so fucking good, my entire body ignites. I can’t help glancing down, watching myself—harder than I’ve ever been and glistening with her sweet slickness—tunnel in and out of her tight clasp.

The sight sends my awareness into overdrive, has me pushing harder, loving her with my entire body.

But I need to do right by her. “Tell me what to do,” I rasp against her mouth. “Tell me how to please you.”

She’s breathing light and fast, her arms limp around my shoulders. “What you’re doing now…” She shifts a little beneath me, her brow furrowing in concentration. So fucking beautiful. “Push upward when you thrust. Right…” Her breath hitches when I comply. “Yes. Right there. There, Ethan.”

I do it again. Watching her. Loving the way her pretty face twists with pleasure, how she whimpers and pleads when I hit that spot within her. And each time I do, my metal piercing shifts and pulls, sending ripples of pure feeling down my cock.

I fuck her until my balls draw up, pleasure coiling them so tight my spine tingles. “Cherry, I’m close. I don’t want to…” I thrust again and groan. Lust is like a thunderclap within me. “I don’t want to go without you.”

Her eyes are wide, dazed. “Suck my nipple and fuck me hard, Ethan.”

Jesus. I nearly come there and then.

Panting, I crane my neck, find the stiff bud of her nipple and pull it in deep. She moans, writhes against me like she wants to get away. Only she’s grabbing my hair and tugging me closer as if she’s afraid I’ll stop. Not a chance.

I pound into her. Giving her more. Taking more.

Until Fi utters a cry, her slim body straining against mine. The walls of her sex clamp down tight, beginning to tug at my dick in rhythmic pulses. And I lose it.

So good. So good, I can’t think. Her nipple pops free and my face burrows into the sweat-slick crook of her neck as I cry out and pound into her until I come so hard, I can’t even remember my name.

Just hers.

“Fi.”





Chapter Fifteen





Fiona



I wake up late. Again. Okay, earlier I woke up to Dex sliding into me and fucking me with a languid, almost lazy pace. I was sore, and so was he. Not enough to stop either of us. Not until I lost my ever-loving mind, which I do every time he slides into me.

Because his piercing? Hallelujah and praise the brave soul who first thought, I’m gonna adorn my man-crown. Nothing, nothing, on this green Earth is as good as the feeling of Dex’s thick, studded cock pushing in and out of me.

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