Page 92 of The Game
Eyes falling back to her svelte body, I cuss again and grip my rigid cock through my jeans. Without another thought, my zipper descends, my thumbs hooking in the stiff fabric and pulling it down before I kick them away. Standing before her completely nude, I softly pad to my bedside drawer, silently searching for a bottle of lube, satisfied when I find it. With one hand, I gently fist the sheet near her foot, slowly pulling it away in order to preserve her sleep, her peace. She barely stirs, and each time she does, I pause until she settles back down, a soft snore indicating how deeply asleep she actually is.
My cock surges at the notion, the anticipation making pre-cum leak from my tip already. As soon as the sheet is pulled completely away, revealing her perfect, naked body, I quickly coat my cock in lube. If I waste time eating her pussy, she’ll wake up, and I’d rather have that happen when I’m already balls deep inside her tight little cunt.
One of her knees is crooked up, her other leg straight as she lays on her back, her arms splayed above her head. It brings a smile to my face, how even after all this time, she still slumbers in the exact same position she always does. Gently crawling onto the bed, I stroke my cock.
Her brows pull together, her lips close, but she otherwise doesn’t move. Smoothing my palm over my pierced tip, I grip my shaft and pump a few times, leaning over her with one hand planted by her head. Using my knee against her thigh, I slowly part her legs, my eyes watching her face with intense scrutiny as my heart begins to hammer in my chest. I’ve only fucked her once successfully while she was asleep, and the memories flood forth quickly, nearly making me spill my cum already.
Eyes darting down as her thighs splay wide open for me, I feast on the sight of her glistening cunt. Unable to linger for fear of waking her, I sink down onto my elbow, gaze darting from her face to her pussy and back as I slowly tease her entrance with the head of my cock, her warmth and wetness making me shudder and pause to bite my cheek. My nostrils flare as I suck in a deep breath, doing my fucking best to hold off.
Up and down I slip my cock again, studying the planes of her ethereal face, smiling softly to myself as her brows relax and she sighs in contentment. I push my tip just inside her entrance, biting back a groan of pure bliss as she grips me and pulls me further in. Releasing my cock, I settle above her on my elbows and begin to slowly cant my hips forward and back, rocking us until I am completely seated in her tight, wet pussy.
“Mmm,” she whines, shifting her hips as I keep myself still, always watching her face, committing every line of pleasure drawn on her sleeping form into my mind forever. She is so beautiful it hurts. I back out slightly before I push back in, and her deep sigh that morphs into a garbled groan has me biting back a chuckle.
I could fuck her for eternity and then some and never be bored.
“You feel so good,babochka,” I whisper to the darkness as I slowly fuck her through her dreams. “Such a good girl, taking daddy’s cock even while you sleep.”
Her body shivers, her cunt rippling and clenching. So strange, how even passed out, she still reacts to me so beautifully. Raising up onto my palms, I allow my eyes to feast instead on our connection, watching my cock leisurely disappear into her tight channels in a building rhythm. She moans again, shifting around more, waking up, and so I purse my lips and drip a wad of spit onto her little bud before rubbing my thumb in slow circles around it to match my thrusts.
She gasps, lurches, her breathing picking up pace, but still doesn’t awake. She always was a heavy sleeper, especially after being fucked. I’ll have to thank Tristan for tiring her out for me before I kick his ass for disobeying the doctor’s orders.
My stomach begins to clench as I fuck her, my balls tightening, and I pound into her just a little harder, needing to push her over the edge so I can follow after, something about this reunion so peaceful, so perfect. It is me loving her, cherishing her, protecting her body and pleasuring her with my own even while she doesn’t know.
Just as I did while she was away, just as I did while I was being tortured. I will always sacrifice myself for her in even the smallest of ways, even when she is completely unaware.
Her eyelids flutter, brows knotting together as she moans, her breath hitching with a gasp as she awakes, my palm cupping her cheek to reassure her.
“Jam-Jameson?” she pants, her voice wobbly with fear and sleep.
“I’m here,babochka. Come for me.”
She rolls her lips together, her head thudding back to the mattress in relief as she moans, her body alive beneath mine. I fall to her, our chests smashing so tightly together I can feel every flutter of her beautiful heartbeat, my fingers knotting in her hair at the back of her scalp. She clings to me, wrapping her legs around my hips, her arms around my neck, anchoring herself so tightly I can barely move, but somehow, it is perfect, and I smile, my lips hovering over hers.
“Did you miss me?” I whisper, deepening my strokes just to watch her eyes roll back and her jaw drop.
“Every second,” she whispers, eyes locked on mine and filling with tears. My brows furrow, and I swipe them away with my thumb before they can fall.
“Shh, baby. You’re home now,da? You are safe, you’re where you’re always meant to be.”
She nods fervently at my words, and I thrust a little harder, our skin slapping as her neck arches off the bed and she releases a breathy moan, revealing her slender throat to me. Unable to stop myself, I yank back on her hair, arching her more, before I trail my tongue up her throat and scrape my teeth along her sensitive flesh.
“Oh…oh my God…oh…” she breathes, tightening around me. “Yes, don’t stop.”
She is mine to obey, and I am rewarded when her cunt ripples and clamps down on my cock, squeezing it and releasing it over and over and over.
“Yes, good fucking girl, come for me.”
“F-fuck, daddy,” she whines, knowing how those words get me off. Growling, I pull myself away from her arms to pound into her harder, rocking the bed as my own climax begins, my cock twitching as I spill my cum deep in her pussy.
“Fuck, Alice…” I hiss, spasming above her as I finish, our chests slapping back together as I collapse in a breathless heap onto her. Wrapping her tight in my embrace, she holds me back as our hearts calm and beat in unison.
There is nothing to say that our bodies cannot, and so we drift in peace for the first time in far too long.
CHAPTER 46
Alice
Life has settled into a routine. Therapy with Corey, doctor visits, a little bit of working out, and trips out of the house, but only accompanied by one or both of my twins. I know they are afraid I’ll vanish again no matter how many times I do my best to soothe their fears. It is hard to do so when even I don’t believe it; evil is far more prevalent than good. I just hope—for once—I am no longer a target.