Page 43 of Love is a Game

He stroked his jaw, considering.

“Please, Tuck.” All the playacting made me want him even more.

He relented. “Only if you promise something, Penelope. If I let you suck my cock, you’ll be good. You’ll follow all my instructions.”

“I promise.”

And holy exploding meteorites, taking him in my mouth as he gently stroked my hair got me insanely, uncontrollably, excruciatingly hot.

Right up till he fisted my hair and pulled me away.

“That’s enough. Get up.”

I stood.

“Turn around.”

I spun my back to him.

“Bend over.”

I leaned over the surface of the coffee table, my fingers imprinting on the glass surface.

Planting my legs, I curved my spine, waiting, hoping,achingfor him to take me. Every sense strained to decipher the sounds and movement behind me. He retrieved his jeans from the floor, a rustling sound—a condom.Yes! I thought. Now he really will fuck me.

Seconds stretched out like hours.

Then, at last! His hands gripping my hips, his feet nudging my legs apart.

I felt his hardness against my pulsing vagina. I backed onto him, my fingers slipping on the tabletop.

He retreated.

“No!” I confronted him. “Don’t fucking stop—”

“Then do as you’re told. And apologize.” His sexy smirk made it all so much more intolerable.

I folded my arms, indignant. “And if I don’t? What will you do—spank me?”

The thought fired my imagination. And frantic with frustration, I grabbed an AARP magazine from the table, rolled it into a tight cylinder.

Because? Well…because his dominating teasing tactics had me riled. And I wanted to test just how far I could push him.

Tuck tightened his jaw.

“Do it,” he said. “Slap it across your ass.”

“I want you to do it.”

“Bad girls don’t get what they want.”

“I’m supposed to slap my own ass?” I scoffed.

“Start with your right cheek.”

I held his eyes. Then I slowly propped my right leg like an ’80s swimwear model, held the magazine aloft…

And the tension in the air, Tuck’s intent face, his erection…oh, god, I wanted it. I wanted him to lose control and take me. So I did a reverse golf swing and struck my ass cheek.

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