Game Changer by Kelly Jamieson Page 0,61

it that year.”

“Huh?”

“It was during World War II. I think they didn’t give any peace prizes during the war.”

“Shit.”

I wave my hand for him to stand up and strip.

With a grin, he does so, although looking at him wearing nothing but boxer briefs is not a hardship.

I actually lick my lips at seeing him nearly naked now. He’s hard and it’s beautiful. His whole body is beautiful—all those sleek muscles now lying under tanned skin after our two trips. I’ve seen him naked and I’ve seen him in board shorts, so this isn’t a surprise, but it’s unexpectedly erotic, sitting in the living room in front of the fire, both of us unclothed.

“Are you sure we’re going to finish this game?” I ask, my voice husky.

“Forget the game.” He drops to his knees in front of me and hauls my ass forward.

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Jax

Molly lets out a little squeal as I yank her closer to me. But her thighs fall apart, revealing that sweet, sweet pussy to me. The fire flickers behind me, illuminating her, and I study her for a few seconds, enjoying the view. She’s pink and plump and wet.

I set my palms on her inner thighs and lean in to taste her with a long slow lick.

She moans, her hands going flat on the couch cushions.

I lick her again and again, gliding my tongue over slick lips, up and down, probing deeper, then pressing gentle kisses all over her pussy, sucking her soft flesh into my mouth. Her body quivers in response to my touch, and she makes needy whimpery noises. When I touch my tongue to her clit, she jolts, a soft cry escaping her.

“Yes,” she says on a soft moan. “Oh yes…”

I take my time, but give more attention to the sensitive, swollen bud, touching my fingertips to her wet entrance, massaging lightly there, then sliding a finger inside. She clenches around me, and I add another finger as my tongue flicks faster. God, I love this. She’s so responsive, so sweet.

I reach one hand up to cup her breast, her softness filling my palm perfectly, her nipple a hard little nub. Her hips rock up and her abs tighten and I keep lashing at her clit with my tongue, faster, until she’s undulating and crying out, her clit swelling against my tongue.

Jesus, that’s perfect. Beautiful. So fucking hot. I’m so hard I’m hurting, my dick a throbbing spike, but I ignore it as I suck on her clit until she’s drained and limp. I lift my head, my mouth wet with her essence, to study her pulsing pussy, gently rubbing all around it with my fingertips. I’m so turned on I can’t stand it, and I rise to my knees.

Shit. I don’t have a condom.

I lean down to kiss the patch of hair on her mound. “Be right back,” I whisper.

I bolt to the bedroom and roll the rubber on as I walk back. She’s right where I left her, spread open to me, still breathing hard. I kneel again in front of her and slide inside her. She’s so wet it’s easy, and as her heat envelops me, I suck in a sharp breath of relief and bliss.

“Christ, Molly.” I wipe a hand over my mouth, then lean over her to kiss her. Her lips respond, opening to me, clinging to mine as I glide in and out of her. I support myself on one outstretched arm as I fuck her. “You feel amazing. You taste so sweet. I need to fuck this sweet pussy into another orgasm.”

Her body flutters around my dick. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah.” I rock my hips, in, out, again and again, each stroke twisting the hot sensation in my balls higher and higher. “Find it…what do you need, baby?”

She slips her hand down to her clit and comes again after only a few rubs, wailing the most satisfying sound, clenching around me, and I let my orgasm roar over me, exploding at my center, flashing up my spine. My balls squeeze and my cock swells and pulses.

I go still, my hands on her legs, every muscle in my body tense. I’m panting, blind, a mass of jangling nerves. Finally, when my vision clears and the noise in my ears lessens, I move, giving another slow glide in…and out. Gripping my cock, I remove the condom and wrap it in tissues from the box on the table, then I scoop Molly up in my arms and sit on the couch with her