Our Game, Our Love 10 - Sex Stories

Our Game, Our Love 10

... “Thank you. You won’t have to worry about doing this because you’re not getting a boyfriend.” Devon said. “You just called me ugly..” “No. You’re not gonna get a boyfriend. That’s it.” Devon said. “Oh! Well, I don’t need a boyfriend. I’m fine.” Zoey replied. “Oh my gosh! I love you. You have the same attitude I had in sixth grade. Yes.” Kaylen said as she gave Zoey a high five. “I just…… It’s stupid to have a boyfriend in the sixth grade like, you’re twelve.” Zoey said. “Acting like you’re twenty-seven. Yep. You’re gonna have your own can.” “She’s gonna have her own can? Really?” Devon chuckled. “Yep. She will.” Kaylen giggled. “I have no idea what a can is….. So I’m going upstairs!” Zoey said. Zoey ran up the stairs, leaving Devon and Kaylen alone again. Kaylen had her hand on Devon’s chest and slid her hand further down. He stopped her hand before she could reach into his sweatpants. “No. You know someone will hear or see us.” Devon whispered. “So what? That’s what makes it fun. Right?” Kaylen smirked. “Let’s at least go upstairs. Come on.” Devon tapped Kaylen’s thigh and she stood up. They interlaced their hands and went up the tall staircase. Once they were inside the room, Kaylen locked the door and Devon lightly pushed her back onto the bed. Kaylen cupped his neck and kissed him roughly. Devon nibbled on her bottom lip, causing her to giggle and pull back. Kaylen flicked her tongue over his lips, making him grin. He lifted her chin with his index finger and continued ...

... passionately kissing her. There was a faint knocking on his door. “Shit.” He whispered. Devon walked to his door and opened it to find Taylor standing there with a smile on her face. “Is mom awake?” Taylor asked. “She could be, but she’s trying to nap. What do you want?” “I need money, Jewel wants to go to the mall… Should I ask her? Or would you be willing to contribute?” “I think you should ask your other brother. Cool? Cool.” Devon said, quickly closing his door after. “Jesus. ‘I need money. Do you think mom is sleeping?’ Whatever.” Devon said. “Ooh. Someone is mad at the Taylor. I can sense it, and see it.” Kaylen smirked. “Oh, darling, go buy a personality.” Devon joked. Kaylen crawled over the bed to where he was sitting. She got behind him and began to kiss & suck on his neck. “Mmm. Maybe tomorrow, baby.” Kaylen moaned. Devon felt Kaylen running her hands over his abs and chest under his shirt. Kaylen lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his muscled back. She traced the ink of his tattoo, ‘DHS’, his initials. He felt Kaylen kissing down his nape and lightly running her hands through his hair. Kaylen drummed her fingers on Devon’s shoulders. Her nipples felt like diamonds pushing into his back, standing out about half an inch. “Come here.” Devon whispered. Kaylen snaked her body around Devon so she was straddling his lap. He pushed her hair to the side and nipped her jugular. “Ag—” Kaylen commenced, but remembered she had to keep quiet. Devon slid her tee shirt over ...