Page 44 of Love is a Game

“Harder,” he urged, voice strained.

I did it again—with even more gusto…my boobs jigging, the pale curve of my bottom flushing pink.

“Again.”

I gripped the magazine tighter and struck higher.

“Okay. Stop.”

I flicked my eyes to his. Then I defied him to do it again. Hard enough that the magazine buckled against my skin.

“I said, stop!”

“Or what?” I challenged. “Are you going to send me to my room?”

Something flickered in Tuck’s eyes as he latched onto that idea.

“Exactly right, Penelope. Go straight to your room and get into bed. I don’t want to hear another sound from you. Got it?”

I nodded, playing submissive. My eyes on the prize of his hard cock.

But in the bedroom, I became uncertain. Pacing the floor, my body desperate for him. Then, I spied the virgin-white seersucker dress draped over my suitcase. I slipped it on and crawled into bed…waiting.

The agony of waiting!

Too long.

Did he go? He couldn’t have!

I lay there. Wanting so badly to be penetrated, it felt like my skin had shrunk, taut, straining for him. The walls of my vagina aching. Waiting, wanting, desperately needing to be fucked.

I fisted the sheets, trying to use the power of my mind to bring him to me.

Come on! Come and take me, I pleaded with the shadows.Come to me, Tuck.

Squeezing my thighs together. Fingering my wetness. Groaning like a sick animal.

Come on, Tuck, I urged in my mind.Stop playing.

A step at the door. At last!

His silhouette in the darkness.

My whimper of relief as he slowly came closer.

By now, I was fully in the game. Scared to make a sound in case he made me wait again.

Finally—the dip of the single mattress under his weight.

The covers shifting…lower…lower. His breath catching at the sight of my thin dress in the streaking moonlight. His hand. Sliding under the sheets. Pushing up my dress. Between my wet thighs.

His groan.

“Please,” I murmured. “Please, Tuck.”

The sheets—thrown away, cool air over my hot, yearning skin.

His hand capturing my wrists. Him mounting me. His weight pressing me down, squeezing out my breath as I flattened under him.

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