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“You’re a very naughty girl, Darcy,” he says, his eyes bright with playfulness.

“I am?” I reply, worried that I really have done something wrong.

He caresses up my thigh, bunching the fabric of my skirt as he does so. “You wore this for me, didn’t you?” he asks. “To torture me,” he adds.

“No,” I say, squirming a little because maybe I did.

He shakes his head. “You’re lying,” he says. “You know what happens to bad girls, Darcy?” he asks, tracing a finger along the front edge of my panties to where I’m soaking wet.

I gasp.

“They must suffer the consequences,” he says, raising an eyebrow.

I bite my lip to keep from making any more sound. He peels my panties down and starts to touch me.

“Not here!” I whisper, staring at the swinging door leading to the living room. My dad could come in any minute.

“Oh yes, right here,” he says, a dark glint in his eyes.

I moan because already, the risk of being out in the open like this is making me hotter.

He leans down to kiss me, his fingers gliding slow and sensual over my folds. The fear of getting caught mixes with the jolts of pleasure radiating through me. I start to rock with him, unable to hold back. I’ve been thinking about him all day, wondering how he’s going to touch me, pleasure me.

His kisses deepen, his breathing accelerating with mine. I long to touch him, to feel his naked body against mine, but I can’t, not yet. I groan in frustration. And then he slides a finger inside me, and my world spins out of control. My climax explodes but I have to hold it all in, pressing against the wall to stay upright and silencing my cries. I arch against his finger again and again, milking it for every last drop of pleasure until my whole body starts to vibrate. Gasping for breath, I open my eyes and the room slowly pulls back into focus.

He pulls me to him, his kisses devouring me, his hand cupping my ass.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I whisper, my skin hot and still sizzling from what he just did.

“Do you know how many times I’ve jacked off today, thinking about you? And then I come here and see you in this,” he says, giving my skirt a tug.

My eyes flash with surprise but I feel the blush creep up my neck. I hope he doesn’t notice, but of course he does.

“Wait, has good girl Darcy been flipping the minnow?”

“What?” I gasp, stifling a laugh.Flipping the minnow?I wonder how he knows about the many extra showers I’ve been taking so I can touch myself.

He grins. “Such a naughty girl,” he says playfully. “You’re going to show me that later.”

The blush creeps further, heating my cheeks.

“You are so gorgeous when you look at me like that,” he says, catching my eye. I stare at him, feeling that sense of longing and impending loss. How can I say goodbye to him tomorrow?

We kiss again, my craving for him skyrocketing. I can’t help it, my hand slides over the front of his jeans where I know he’s hard. He growls. I pull him to the stairs, where we can at least be out of sight. In a flash, I’m on my knees while my hands work the button on his jeans.

He groans as I unzip his pants and tug them down. I’m so hungry for him that I practically pounce on his fully erect cock, wrapping my lips around his head and sucking him inside. Once again, I imagine what he’ll feel like gliding into me and get shivery with desire.

Slowly, I slide down his thick shaft, my lips stretching around him while my hand caresses his sac with the other. I see him grab hold of the railing with one hand while the other comes to the back of my head where my hair is tied back in a messy twist—something I did while cooking earlier. He teases the clip out so my hair falls down my back.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he says, his voice that mixture of huskiness and desire that I love. He combs back my hair and urges me on.

I moan because having him in my mouth like this only makes me want him more, and knowing that it’s turning him on makes it that much more intense.

He urges me faster, and I can feel him getting bigger in my mouth. I give in to him, releasing all control until he’s grunting and arching into me. When I come off of him, he strokes my hair and exhales a long, full breath. And then we both start to laugh.

It’s so joyful and fills me with hope. Maybe I’m not my mother. Maybe I’m just me.

By the end of the game, I’m so fidgety it’s like I have worms in my pants. My mind is in freefall, imagining Brian’s hands touching me, his mouth kissing me in the dark. I want to be brave tonight, but I’m nervous. I’m tough, but what if it hurts a lot? What if it hurts so much that I can’t do it? We’ve talked about birth control—I’ve been on the pill to regulate my cycle since I was fourteen and he’s had all the tests so at least that’s out of the way. He said normally he wears a condom but that for my first time, skin-to-skin will make it feel so much better. I’ve grown to love the way he feels erupting in my mouth, so the thought of him doing that inside me gets me practically feverish.

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