Page 32 of Reign of Hope

“Can’t have that.” She presses her lips to mine and murmurs, “Thank you, hubby.”

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Ipromised my girl game night, and that’s what we did. Scrabble through dinner, and KerPlunk during our dessert with ice cream. I discover that Ally is more competitive than I thought and not such a gracious winner. What she doesn’t know is that I let her win the first round of Scrabble. The power has gone to her head. Though, I admit, she’s fun to play with. The way she sticks her tongue out of the corner of her mouth when she’s deep in thought is hilarious.

But now I’m feeling a little frisky, and I think a new game will set the mood.

“Ever played Twister?” I ask, with a devilish grin.

She giggles, thinking I’m joking, but when I don’t laugh along with her, she says, “You’re serious?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I state. “But my way of playing is so much more fun than the way kids do it. What do you say? Are you game? Or are you afraid of losing?” I taunt her, knowing there’s no way she’ll back down.

She crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot. “You’re on,” she says defiantly.

“Great!” I open the game box, grab the mat, then clear a space for it on the floor, moving the coffee table over. I lay it out, put my hand on my hip, and utter words that have her gaping at me. “Clothes off.”

She sputters an awkward “What?”

I nonchalantly remove my shoes, then begin unbuttoning my shirt. “You heard me. Strip, babe.”

She blinks once, then twice.

“Do you forfeit?” I tease. That’s when she steps out of her own shoes, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and raising it over her head and off. I’m enjoying the view as her breasts jiggle when she shimmies out of her jeans. But I’m going to be having so much more fun in a few minutes.

When we’re both completely naked, I set up the part of the game that twirls around, telling us which body part goes on which color.

“Ladies first.” I point to the spinner. Ally spins, and it tells her to place her right hand on a yellow circle. She steps on the mat, bending at the waist, and does as the game tells her. Before taking my own turn, I walk around to stand behind her. In her current position, I get a fantastic view of her perky ass. I run my hand over her creamy skin.

“Hey,” she says and begins to move.

“Tsk! Tsk! Move and you lose. You can’t take your hand off the mat,” I warn her.

“That’s not fair.”

“My game, my rules.”

“It’s your turn to spin,” she says, her eyes moving to the spinner.

“Oh yeah. Of course.” I tip my finger over the arrow and nudge it to where I want. “Left foot on red.” Ally doesn’t protest in the least. I can sense the excitement welling in her. I tap my chin. “Hmm, which one do I pick?” I take my time, all the while running my hand down the back of her thighs. Ally bites her lower lip, and her breathing hitches. I finally pick my spot. “Your turn.”

Ally uses her free hand and spins. “Left hand on green.” Her voice is husky and needy. She picks the green dot farthest away from her other hand, forcing her legs apart. All I have to do is go down on one knee, and her pussy would be right in front of my face. It’s a temptation I can’t resist.

My hands grip the globes of her ass, spreading her open, and I dart my tongue through her slit. My woman moans so prettily that I flick my tongue over her clit until she’s rocking her hips back and forth to get more of my mouth.

“Fuck, you taste like sweet heaven,” I say. Ally responds with a moan. “My turn.” I have to force myself to reach for the spinner and move the arrow. I place my right foot on a blue dot. I’m close enough to push up against her ass, my cock moving between her legs, not entering her pussy but gliding through her glistening pussy lips.

Ally doesn’t make a move, and I place one hand on her breast, teasing her nipple, twisting and tugging gently, while my other hand slides down her belly to play with her clit.

“Oh my God,” she pants. “Zano.” Ignoring her pleas, I insert two fingers inside her wet, silky pussy, fucking her gently. Her pussy clamps down, and her legs tremble. I band my arm around her waist, moving my lips over the back of her neck with tiny featherlight kisses, all the while keeping a steady rhythm between her legs.

“Do you give up?” I whisper in her ear, nipping at her lobe.

Her back stiffens, but her voice is feeble. “No,” she gasps. But I’m already finger fucking her faster and harder. I can see she’s close. So very close. Then I take my hand away.

“I can do this all night long,” I tell her, skimming my lips to the spot on her neck that I know enhances the fire already burning within her.

“You’re not playing fair,” she mewls, wriggling her ass into my groin. My cock at her entrance aches to be inside her.

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