Page 56 of A Game Of Choice


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I want him more in this moment than I’ve ever wanted him before.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. I chant in my head, begging, pleading for him to cross that line because I’m too terrified to be the one to make the first move. Not after the last time, I was ready and had my heart crushed.

But he doesn’t and disappointment fills me. I’m used to it, so as hard as it is, I look away and start to move, needing to put some space between us.

I don’t get far because his hand cradles the back of my head, and then his lips are crashing into mine.

I’m stunned for a moment, asking myself if this is really happening. But when a low, feral growl leaves his chest as his lips move against mine, I know this is real.

All my pent up feelings and longing for him bubble to the surface, and I let go, free falling into what I’ve been wanting to do for so long.

I kiss him back, whimpering as my lips part. He takes advantage of the movement and slides his tongue in and over mine.

He tastes of the peppermint and chocolate popcorn we were eating, and I find myself starving for more.

My core aches and my clit pulses with the desperate need for him to touch me.

Toby kisses me like I’m the air he needs to keep living, and I do the same because, in a way, he’s always been that for me.

I’m moving before I realize it, changing my position so that I’m now straddling his lap. His hand tightens in my hair, holding my mouth to his as he continues to ravish me.

I bring my aching pussy down to meet his thick cock pressing against his jeans. The moan that he swallows from me is utterly embarrassing, but I can’t help it. I’m beyond turned on. Every nerve inside me is lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. This is happening, it’s finally fucking happening. I’m kissing and grinding against Toby.

A part of me knows that there’s a good chance I’m going to regret this, but I can’t find it in me to care right now.

All I can feel is his hand in my hair, gripping me tightly as his other hand moves to my ass. He groans as he slides his hand under the bottom of my shorts, his fingers meeting my bare ass.

He grabs a handful, squeezing tightly. The slight pain sends a jolt to my clit, causing me to grind down harder against his cock.

The room fills with our heavy breathing and mingling breaths. I don’t know where he starts and I end; we are molded into one another. Someone could come down here and catch us like this at any second, but I can’t—I won’t—pull away.

I need this, crave this. I’m drowning on the high of his lips, a taste I will never get enough of.

With his hold on my ass, he pushes me down against his dick, getting a good rhythm as we rock together.

There's a fire in my belly that is burning brightly, the tightness growing and growing. When I take care of myself, the feeling is always a nice pleasurable feeling. But this... this is so much more. It’s raw, needy, and slowly driving me mad. I move frantically now, grinding my throbbing clit against his cock faster.

And the sounds leaving him tells me he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

His touch is almost punishing, but I welcome it because it’s Toby. When I’m with him, the whole world drifts away.

I’m going to cum, there’s no doubt about that. And I want him to fall over that edge with me. I think he’s close based on how his movements have become erratic like he’s losing control.

With a tug of my hair, he pulls my mouth away from his, and I gasp, trying to get air into my lungs, filling them back up with the air he stole with his kisses. He puts his forehead to mine and our eyes lock. We pant heavily, harsh breaths pushing past swollen lips from our hungry kisses.

I continue to move against him, my hips rocking, chasing the orgasm that's just out of reach.

And then he says something that's my undoing. “Cum with me, Little Flower.” His words come out in a desperate, gravelly plea.

I’m lost in his gaze, eyes wild, lips parted as I let go, allowing my orgasm to crash over me. He swallows my cry of pleasure in another kiss, my eyes still on his because I refuse to look away, shattering in his lap. I’ve never had an orgasm so intense. My vision goes fuzzy, and I feel dizzy, like I’m about to pass out.

His eyes finally close as he groans into my mouth. I feel it, his thick cock pulsing against my spasming pussy. The idea of me making him cum like this sends another burst of pleasure through me, prolonging my orgasm.

We break the kiss again as we both slowly come down from our climax. My heart hammers in my chest, my lungs scream for air, and my mind feels hazy and sluggish.

My eyes flutter closed as our foreheads meet again and I give myself this moment to soak in everything that just happened.

I’m so fucking happy, my heart so damn full. I can't believe this just happened. And god, it was amazing. Would it be too much to ask him to fuck me now?

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