Passionate Player – Game on Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
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“Yes, baby. Yes. Harder,” I cry.

Ben surprises me when he reaches up and wraps his big, strong hand around my throat. He squeezes it tight, and as I struggle to draw a breath, he thrusts into me even harder, making my entire body sing with desire. I can feel my face turning red and I gasp, but it heightens the sensations gripping me. He’s so big and so deep that I’m overwhelmed by that blend of pleasure and pain, and it only gets more intense as he squeezes my throat.

A choked gasp bursts from my mouth and Ben immediately loosens his hold on me, but I put my hand over his and shake my head.

“Don’t stop,” I say. “Harder. Give it to me, Daddy.”

He seems to like that because the wicked curl to his lip and sultry gleam in his eye return, and he grips my throat harder, squeezing it tight and thrusting himself into me with a ferocity that takes my breath away.

He fucks me harder. Faster. Ben’s cock starts to throb, and I know he’s close. My body tightens and that feeling of weightlessness descends over me again. I feel like I’m at the very top of the world’s highest roller coaster and my car is starting to fall.

“Say it again,” he demands.

I don’t need to ask what he wants me to say. “Fuck me, Daddy. Harder.”

Ben throws his head back, letting out a half-moan and half-growl. His cock pulses, and he fills me up with his come. The warmth and stickiness of it flowing into me is all I can take, and that roller coaster car finally drops, taking me with it. I pull his hand away from my throat and let out a gasping scream while I writhe wildly beneath him, my body so hot I feel like I’m going to scald him.

We come together, our bodies quaking, and our moans blending into one cry of intense passion.

Ben collapses on top of me and then rolls over and pulls me onto him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the staccato rhythm of his heart, his beat matching mine. We lie together in silence for what feels like hours, spent, our bodies glistening with our passion. It takes time but our hearts finally begin to slow, and after what feels like an out-of-body experience, I slowly descend to earth once more.

“You are amazing,” he says.

“We are amazing together.”

“We are.”

I snuggle closer to him and relish the feeling of his big, toned arm wrapped around me. Tonight was perfect. It was the kind of perfection I honestly never expected to feel with a man in my life. Maybe that makes me a pessimist, but whatever. I’m glad to have been proven wrong. I have no idea where this is going. I have no real idea what I mean to Ben or what he wants out of this. Or if he wants anything at all.

Ordinarily, I would obsess about it and wonder what it all means. But Ben has somehow freed me from those bonds of insecurity and fear. He has somehow managed to give me a confidence I had never been able to give myself. For that, I’m grateful. I’ll always be thankful for having had this experience, for having known I could feel all the things Ben is making me feel.

I don’t know what the future holds. All I have is right now, and for the moment, that’s enough. And I plan on enjoying every single moment of it.

13

BEN

Taking the outlet pass from Gabe, I sprint down the left wing, a step ahead of the pack chasing me. My eyes on the bucket, I cut toward it then elevate, ready to throw down a thunderous dunk.

As I reach my arm back, gripping the ball tightly, movement flashes in the corner of my eye a moment before a body crashes into my legs, taking them out from under me. Suddenly, I find myself looking at the ground rather than soaring above it.

The hardwood floor rushes up to meet me, and I crash into it. My head bangs off the court, making my vision waiver. The coppery taste of blood fills my mouth, and I wince, having bitten my tongue hard enough on impact to cut it. Pain radiates from my shoulder to my hip where my body collided with the floor, and I lie in a crumpled heap for a moment, taking a couple of beats to gather myself.

As the world around me comes back into focus, I see Gabe getting in Eric’s face, the two men screaming and pointing wildly at one another while the rest of the squad tries to intervene and get between the two of them.

Angry voices fill the air along with the shrill beat of whistles that cut through the din as the coaches try to separate the players. With a groan, I get to my feet and try to shake off the pain shooting through me.


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