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The Game: Chapter 22

ROMAN

My beautiful Mila, lays spread out like an angel beneath me. I still feel like I’m dreaming, and even if I am. This will always be one of my favourite memories. My first-time making love to my girl. My Mila.

My breathing speeds up as I look to where she holds my hard cock at her entrance. I watch her chest rise and fall. She’s just as worked up as me.

But she’s beautiful. She really is my Angel.

I’m nervous, but I don’t have to tell her, she already knows. But my hips flex. My body knows what to do. I feel her wet heat as my cock nestles within her core. I still for a moment as she let out a small gasp, worried that I’ve hurt her.

“Don’t stop, it feels amazing.”

“I could say the same for you.” I rumble deep in my chest. I look to where we are connected, and slowly sink deep within her. It feels like a tight warm vice around my hard cock, I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’m glad that I waited for Mila. This is better than I ever knew. I bend down and kiss her and she returns my kisses. Moaning, she arches her back pressing her breasts into my chest.

“Make love to me,” she whispers. I pull out and slowly stroke back into her again she groans in pleasure, and I do the same.

I move so I can look down, watching with each thrust. My cock disappearing. In and out. The pleasure growing. But I know it’s not enough, not enough for her. Slow is not what we need. We need harder, faster.

I pick up the pace a little, finding different movements bring out different sounds from her. I pull myself back from her till I’m sitting on my knees I look down to her pussy. I run the pad of my thumb over her clit. She clenches tight around me and I feel like she’s trying to strangle my cock. I groan as the orgasm grows closer. My spine tingles with the warning I’m close. Very close to coming.

“Oh god, Roman. Fuck me.” She moans and I don’t think about it. I do what she asks of me. I will do anything for her.

My hips flex and pump. Over and over, the sound of our breathing and the slapping of flesh-on-flesh echoes around the room as I chase after both our pleasure.

“I’m close.” She calls out, and her fingers rubs her clit. I watch her, not pushing her hand away. As she chases the same high I’m on. But I watch to understand how to please her better. Because less than a minute later and I’m coming. I grunt and groan out my release. She curses as her pussy tightens around me and I loose all rhythm. Holy shit. My body bucks into hers, over and over as she drains my balls dry.

I collapse onto her and roll over enough so she can breathe. My limbs no longer work and my cock twitches happily still inside her.

I close my eyes and she peppers kisses all over my face. Pushing my hair back and playing with it as I slowly drift off to sleep hugging her to my chest.

When I wake, its cold where Mila had been. I look around the sark room and it’s empty. I almost forget where I was for a moment. I reach over to find my phone and I feel a piece of paper crumple under my weight. I pull it up to read it, squinting in the dark.

When your finished dreaming of me. Come downstairs for a late night snack. Xx

Ismile down at her handwriting. I’m still in the dream.

I hear laughing and roll out of bed. I pick up my boxers from where I’d dropped them earlier. I want to be with her right. Sleep can come later, when she’s with me.

When I look down I see a notebook, I see my name on the front. Is this my birthday present?

I open the notebook and see her sketches. She has so many. She’s so talented. There’s a page marked, and I flip to it and see my name. But on closer look I see it says Romeo. I roll my eyes. Pinkie.

But beside it my names spelt correctly. It’s surrounded by daisies and a heart.

I feel her behind me as she wraps her arms around my waist and peers round to the sketch.

“I want you to give me that, tattoo me. For your birthday.” I look down into her blue eyes and she beams back at me.

“That’s if you want. Either way, that’s going on my body. I just prefer you do it. That’s why I didn’t get it yet.”

I kiss her. She wants my name on her body. This is the best gift she could have ever given me.

“I love you and I love it. I will do it. I don’t have my own equipment. I’ll have to do it down at the shop.” The shop that I haven’t been to for over a month. At least.

I haven’t seen Ronnie since the funeral. He still needs to know if I will take over the shop while he is gone next year. I need to talk to everyone about that before I go deciding. These things don’t just affect me now. They affect all of us.

“That’s okay. I can wait till you’re ready. Just know I love you, and I want to wear your name on my body. So all that sees me know I love you. That you’re mine.”

I growl and lift her up in my arms, desperately trying to hold my emotions at bay. But I can’t. I kiss her fiercely.

“Thank you for my birthday present.”

She rubs against me and purrs into my ear.

“I need you… again.”

I’m not saying no to that. I spank her ass and take her to the bed. She moans my name as I kiss her.

“I never want to wake up from this.”

Me too.


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