This is Love by (Checkmate Duet 2)

I lean down and cup her face, pulling her lips to mine as she continues stroking me. My other hand pulls down her camisole and bra until her breast is in my palm. She moans in my mouth, and I squeeze her breast, wanting every item of clothing between us gone.

She fidgets with the button of her jean shorts until she’s able to unzip and pull them down to her knees. My hand slides down her back and cups her ass cheek, pulling her flesh against mine. She rubs the length of my cock in between her legs, against the panties that are becoming an annoyance. I need them gone.

My mouth lands on her neck, and I suck just under her ear, feathering kisses all the way down to her collarbone. She hums in response, and I can feel her body heating up.

She wraps a hand around my neck and pulls me down until her lips are pressed to my ear. “I’ve imagined you fucking me on this couch for years.” Her words vibrate against the shell of my ear, and I’m about two seconds away from exploding in her hand.

“Goddammit, you can’t say shit like that,” I hiss, fighting every urge to bend her ass over the couch like she’s begging for. I want more than anything to bury myself inside her, but I know she’s still playing some twisted mind game with me.

“And why’s that?” She looks up at me, her lips in a pout. “You don’t want me anymore?”

“Don’t be fucking crazy now,” I say, knowing her angle.

“Then what is it?” she asks as she pulls her camisole over her head and tosses it. My dick rises higher to attention as I watch her wrap her arms around her back and unclasp her bra.

I swallow, deciding that I don’t care what her angle is anymore; I fucking need her.

“Give me your controller,” I say, reaching around her, but she stops me.

“No way.” She blocks my hand again. “I’m not surrendering.”

I tilt my head at her with a knowing smirk. “So, being a cock tease is your angle?”

“I work with my advantages.” She grins, pushing her chest out.

Narrowing my eyes at her, I try to think through my next move. I don’t give two shits about the damn video game, but I decide to play her little game. She wants to play hard to get; I’m the fucking champion at that sport.

Without giving her any indication beforehand, I grab her hips and flip her over before she has a chance to stop me. Her chest presses against the carpet, and I lay on top of her, keeping her under my control.

“Dammit, Travis!” She squirms, arching her hips off the ground, but I press my hard body into hers, and she barely budges. “You’re such a damn cheater.”

I place a kiss to her neck and smile. “You aren’t the only one who works with their advantages.”

“Muscles or not, I’m still going to kick your ass at this game.” She grabs her controller, and I grab mine. She’s not going to give up until the game is over.

I straddle her with my knees on both sides of her, carefully adjusting my weight, so I don’t crush her, but just enough to make sure she doesn’t try any more tricks.

Unable to pay attention, she’s completely kicking my ass. Every time I aim fire at her, she sees me first and shoots. She’s giggling, and wiggling her ass underneath me, tempting all the willpower I have left.

Knowing very well she’s going to beat me before the game is even over, I decide I’d much rather win at our other little game. I set my controller aside and slide my shorts all the way down. Her cotton panties are next. Her curvy ass is perfection, and I slap it once before sliding a finger back inside her.

She stays completely silent, not giving anything away. I can tell she’s trying to fight it, but in about ten seconds, she won’t be able to fight anything.

As hard as it is, she’s trying to focus on the video game, pretending she’s not affected by me at all, but it’s a lost cause. I’m about to make her forget her name. I press the tip of my cock against her ass. She arches her hips just enough so I can spread her cheeks and slide inside her.

I hear her breath hitch as she slows her movements on the game controller. She arches her hips again, letting me sink even deeper. Her pussy clamps around me, and I waste no time forming a rhythm. She finally drops that damn controller, so I take full advantage, grabbing mine just in time to fire shots at her while she’s otherwise occupied.

With her cheek pressed against the carpet, she murmurs, “You dirty asshole.”