Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 162

Almost.

He began to move, his hips rocking against mine, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy with a rhythm that built slowly, steadily, like a wave gathering strength before it crashed against the shore. My moans filled the room, high and breathless, mixing with his low grunts and the wet sounds of his cock entering my pussy.

I let my head fall back, my eyes half closed, my mouth open as the pleasure built inside me. The drug was doing its work, amplifying every sensation, making every touch feel like fire, making every thrust feel like it was reaching something deep inside me I did not know existed. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, my legs tightening around his waist as he drove into me faster, harder, his breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck.

He fucked me with a desperation that bordered on worship, his mouth trailing down my throat, across my collarbone, down to my breasts where he took my nipple between his lips and sucked until I cried out. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he pounded into me, his cock hitting that spot inside me that made my vision go white at the edges.

I was so lost in pleasure, then his phone began to ring.

It was on the nightstand beside the bed, the screen lighting up, the sound cutting through the rhythm of our moans like a knife. Felix reached over without breaking his stride, his hand fumbling for the phone, and placed it face down on the nightstand, silencing the sound without looking at who was calling.

He kept fucking me, his hips slapping against mine, his breathing ragged, his body slick with sweat.

I turned my head toward the phone. The screen was still glowing, the call still active.

I reached out, my hand moving slowly, casually, like I was just adjusting my position on the bed. Felix did not notice. He was too far gone, his eyes closed, his face buried in my neck, his cock driving into me with a rhythm that was building toward its peak.

My fingers closed around the phone. I lifted it just enough to see the screen.

My Love.

I held him there, my legs wrapped around him, my arms around his neck, my lips pressed against his temple as he came down from the high.

He stayed inside me for a long moment, his breathing slowing, his body relaxing against mine Then he pulled out and rolled onto his back beside me, his arm covering his eyes, his chest still heaving.

I turned my head toward the nightstand. The phone screen was dark. The call had ended.

I let myself smile.

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