The Game Of Lust

A Toast To Love And Unity

“I'm yours” she muffled as she made delicious sounds as she climaxed again. Her ass giggled and slammed against my stomach, I pushed her back in as she suddenly curved,

My hands were holding onto the back of her neck and the other on her hip as I slammed her against my hard c**k sending tingles around her body. She pressed her face to sheets letting out muffled moans of pleasure.

I lean over her cupping her breast with my hand, my thumb rubbed against her n*****s, I continued to thrust into her. Shivers passed through my body sweat rolled down my hair and my back. I felt a sudden rush in my insides and I was going to explode.

“you feel so good,” she muttered and I plunged into her again. Finally I pulled my c**k out and let out a loud of c*m on the sheets. I fell on my back, we laid beside ourselves, exhausted breaths escaping from our mouths, she turned to me and smiled.

“You're still hard” she said and she climbed over me, resting her wet p***y on her stomach, she lifted her body, slipping my c**k back in.

“I need you to wear me out,” she moaned as her p***y swallowed my c**k again.

She began to rotate her hips, she threw her head back, her breasts bounced recklessly in the air, her moan, rubbing her breast with her hands, I held onto her hips tightly, grunting.

She took my hand and placed it on her sore n*****s and I took a nice squeeze.

She moved back and forth on my sock, her ass slapped against my thighs, she pushed deeper, my knees quaked as they weakened, I leaned up, grabbing on to her thigh. She moaned loudly as she orgasmed.

She inhaled deeply, in a satisfied manner, she lifted her thighs releasing my c**k and she climbed down. I quickly stood up, grabbing my pants and pulling them up my legs, I buttoned by sleeved shirt carelessly.

“Aren't you going to rest a bit?” she asked, still stretched out on the bed.

“they'll probably come looking for me.” I tucked the ends into the waist of my black pants.

“you're sweating and you have me written all over you, they'll know what you did,” she smiled.

“Put your clothes on” I said firmly and she stood up stumping her feet with a frown on her face. She picked up her peach dress and slid into it slowly, she brushed her hair back with her hands and wrapped it into a bun, before retouching her make up, she picked up her clutch purse from the lamp stool

“You're going to regret this union your parents are setting you up for a big fail,” she said “You're just refusing to grow up on your own.” and strode out angrily.

I searched around for my jacket unsure of where I had flung it. Finally I discovered it at the far end of my room. I wore it swiftly and slid back into my shoes. The music was still playing, the party wasn't over yet,

I sighed, falling into the arm chair by my bed. My mind clouded as the the thought of my manuscript raced through. I had nothing written down, no inspiration or zeal, i tried to think back to how I lost my footing as a writer. I had five years in the spotlight, I did nothing pleasant in that space of time but still I continued to write. I was doing what I loved until that accident happened and suddenly I found writing triggering rather than relaxing. I lost Aaliyah the only woman I truly loved died in a car accident, I was the only survivor, I was driving that day, I couldn't help but hate every bit of my self and after that I used s*x and alcohol and fill in the space the accident left open in my heart, my parents thought therapy was a good way to recovery but only thing that came out of that was me walking out of the office, I didn't fancy the idea of being called a patient, or a victim. Everyone around me, treading carefully. It wasn't your fault they said, no one would have seen the truck coming, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, but I wanted to hate myself regardless, I never cried, not when it happened or afterwards.

A knock on the door jolted me back from trauma lane,I feared the worst was about to happen, did anyone notice Madison sneaking out?,could anyone have seen her coming out of my room?.

I began to pace around in fear.

“excuse me Mr Dalton, Your mother request for you,” a voice said and I recognized it, it belonged to Anna the head maid. I doused myself in cologne and proceeded to open the door. She was an old woman, wearing a dark blue uniform with a white collar, Anna practically raised Regina and I from when we were little, she knew us more than our parents did. Sometimes I would go to her wherever I reached a dead end while writing, she would tell me real events, stories, or gossip from her home town or family, whatever she could think of, I cared about her Impute. She was a gentle soul, working with my parents for so many years she became a part of our family, she was old but had no children of her own. We were everything to Anna. As a child she would sneak in toys for me while my parents forced me to learn the cello. After school she would take us to a park where we would play till dawn whenever our parents were out of the country. She moved aside and helped me shut the door as I stepped out.

“what time is it? ” I asked as we strolled down the long aisle of doors to all the useless rooms we had and didn't need.

“I think it's time for your toast.” she smiled at my nervous expression.

“What do I say Anna?” I asked, feeling queasy, a sudden shock of fear as the thought of standing before all those people I didn't know or care about worried me greatly.

“You could try saying, my family appreciates your Attendance on this lovely day as I have made my intentions known to marry the lovely Margret Hamish,” she stopped to adjust the bow tie on my neck.

“ you can improvise the rest and Just say whatever comes to mind.” she turned me towards the right door as I absently headed the wrong way.

I felt a bit nauseous from all the drinking and the f*****g .“I think I'm gonna throw up .”

I uttered as I returned to the living room, all eyes were peering at me this time, smiling wide friendly smiles like I had made the best decision.

“I'm so jealous of you people,” a voice mentioned.

“you people would make such fine

children,” another voice said as I trotted past him to join my fiancee in the centre of the room. I was handed

a glass of champagne which I was to use for my toast. Mother was already glaring at me, her ‘don't f**k this up’ look.

She looked youthful in her turquoise dress, the lace sleeves revealing her delicate skin and then I realized, both families wore that colour and I was the only one wearing a black tuxedo.

I was already messing up by not realizing that there was a dress code the entire time, and no one said anything about it. I assumed they all already knew that I was far too hopeless to be saved.

Reaching the living room I rushed to Margret's side with a plastic smile on my face, I stood obediently between her and mother, until Regina cleared her throat loudly, urging me to start the toast. The guests soon surround us, with flashing cameras.

I tried to recall what Anna told me but I was out of words, until I felt a hard squeeze on my arm, I quickly began to speak.

“My family appreciates your attendance on this very special day as I have made my intentions to marry Miss Margret Dennings,” I gestured, pointing to my mother,

“It's Hamish” she corrected redirecting my finger to Margret who was on my right.

“Yea Miss Hamish,” I gestured, pointing to Margret.

“I would like to make a toast,” I remembered “To love and Unity,”

I raised my glass and everyone followed “To love and unity,” they cheered, clinking their wine glasses.

I felt a sudden rush in my stomach, Sweat running down my neck, I tugged at my collar, wiping my forehead.“Is it just me, or is it really hot today,” I muttered.

“ Hold still for the cameras will you.”

Mother said, flaunting her angles, urging me to stand still. The flashes

Irritating my eyes, feeling dizzy, I stumbled backwards.

“shall we dance my love,” she asked,

Pulling my arm and leading me away,

She also had a turquoise dress on but hers was a lot less extravagant, no dramatic shoulders or neck line

Just a simple sleeved dress with a square neck.

The music lost its rhythm in my ears, sounding distorted and monotonous.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around her waist.

“It's a fine day isn't it” she said

“ My mother is nothing short of a perfectionist .” I replied spinning her around, she chuckled.

“So Mr Dalton,” she said “what do you think about the party?”

“Its lovely of course and you look stunning,”

She blushed and turned away,

“I was looking for you,”

“I had something urgent to attend to.” I replied.

“Your mother tells me you're a lawyer,”

“Not exactly, I did study law in college and became a writer instead .” I laughed.

“really?” She slightly pushed away.

“Do you read?” I asked

“A lot actually,”

“Then you must have read ‘The Dancing Tulips.’

“By Marvin Tide?” her eyes widened.

“yes that is my pen name”

“I've read a number of your books, they were brilliant”

“I'm truly flattered Miss Hamish”

She smiled again,

“please call me Maggie.”

A photographer rushed to us, interrupting our conversation.

“A photo of the couple” she announced, setting her camera in front of us we took our poses, Margret placed her hand on my chest and smiled.

The photographer began a count “one ,two, three” and on the forth count I felt a sudden rush going up my throat and all that I drank came rushing out like a heavy tap, I heard the crowd gasp, Regina rushed towards me as I collapsed on the ground.