Game Lover: A Steamy Standalone Instalove

“You love me?” she whispers, as a single tear glides down her cheek, seen partially in the computer screen.

“Of course I love you,” I tell her. “I fell in love with you months ago, before I even knew your name. With every adventure, with every upgrade to our ship, with every perfect evening passed together, talking, laughing… I loved you from the start. And now that I know you, all of you, I love you even more.”

“I love you too,” she says, as she squeezes my hand tighter as if she never wants to let go. And she never has to. “Oh, Max…”

“Look at the screen,” I say firmly, emotion and desire in my voice.

Suddenly all the hundreds and thousands of stars erupt, glistening across the endless galaxy, shattering all around us in flares of orange and silver and angry red. It’s the biggest event in the game, and it forces all players to watch, for everyone to see that I’m using this moment to make this woman mine. Truly mine.

My woman, my lover… my wife.

The starlight starts to form words, giant swirling flickering streaks as high as eighty ships stacked on top of each other.

Will you marry me?

Written in stars, across the universe.

She turns when she realizes I’ve let my hands slip from her shoulders. I’m on one knee, the ring box open in my hand. The band is white gold and the diamond is thick and glittery and just like a star, for my woman, my Genevieve.

She stands, staring down at me, her hands covering her face as tears shine in her eyes.

“Madelyn Allen…”

“Yes,” she cries. “I only needed to hear it, see it, once. Yes. I love you. Yes.”

I let out a whooping shout and leap to my feet, wrapping her in my arms, laughing as I forget all about the ring. I simply need to be close to her, clasping her to my body so I can feel her heart beating against my chest. It beats with the same love as mine, a pounding drum that tells us we’ll never be alone, even in the vast emptiness between stars.

She’s crying as we kiss, her tears warm against my face. And then she breaks it off, leaning back in my arms. She’s got that breathy sassy look, with her cheeks flushed.

She smiles at me and for a moment I don’t realize why. Then I remember the ring. Laughing, I unclench my fist and reveal it to her. Her face lights up brighter than the countless stars, holding her finger out with a vivacious look on her young face.

“If you will, kind Smolder.”

I slide the ring onto her finger, where it fits perfectly. Matching her natural elegance.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you too.”

We kiss passionately, her hands gripping onto my back. I can feel her eager fingernails through my shirt, she does this when she gets hot and bothered. She whimpers and shivers against me when I slide my hand up between her legs, not giving a fuck about her pajama bottoms.

I push against them, feeling her warm pussy beneath.

“You’re not wearing any panties. Did you know proposing to you was going to make me horny?”

“Maybe I just wanted to make you excited no matter… fuck, no matter…”

Her voice trails off into a moan when I slide my hand down her pants, feeling her bare and slick pussy. She’s so wet for me already, soaked like she always is, her eager body so keen to give me a child.

“You’re my fiancé,” I snarl, leaning down and kissing her neck.

I slip my finger over her clit, and then down her drenched lips. She’s gushing for me, the horny girl.

“I belong to you,” she moans.

“Only me,” I snarl.

I drive my middle finger into her tunnel. Hard. But my fiancé is so wet, I slip right in. She collapses against me, trembling as I start to finger her. I love the sounds her pussy makes when she gets like this, squelching and talking to me, letting me know how ready she is.

“You better fucking come on this hand. I need to feel my fiancé come. Now, Maddie. Fucking come. ”

She gasps when I put on my commanding voice, the one she likes so much. She’s been experimenting with her turn-ons the past week, and she gets so sopping wet when I’m stern with her. It only makes sense. My inexperienced girl needs to be told what to do.

She bites down on my chest as the orgasm explodes out of her. She drenches my hand, dripping the sweet liquid down her thighs, warm and syrupy.

I find her lips, kissing her as she comes. “Keep creaming. Get that pussy nice and wet. And tell me…”

I trail off with a snarl when her hand grasps onto the front of my pants. She starts rubbing my dick, faster and hard until my balls are aching and my shaft is throbbing with my seed.