Page 71 of The Game
Samantha:Missing you, girl. This whole travelling across the country isn’t as fun without my sidekick.
Sarah:It’s weird not being on the road with you guys. The office was so quiet today that I almost got too much work done.
Samantha:Sounds terrible. Our captain is in a rather sour mood, more than usual. Know anything about that?
Just at the mention of him, I feel my pulse quickening in my chest.
I’m in so much trouble with this man.
I type out my response several times, delete it, before finally settling on something.
Sarah:Don’t know anything about that.
Samantha:The time it took before your answer came tells me everything I need to know ;)
Even though I haven’t known Samantha for very long, she understands me well.
I settle into bed, open my book, and try to block him out of my mind. But of course, I picture him as the main male character.
When things get heated in the book, I don’t even fight my urge for an orgasm and close the book.
A few days ago, I was sure we would cross that line as soon as I made my deal with Alexander.
Him turning me down has only increased my frustration.
So what if he doesn’t want to touch me?
I was doing just fine without him, and I’ll keep on going.
He will still be the man I imagine touching me, though, a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.
My hand moves down my body, and I find my clit before I start circling.
I close my eyes, imagining myself back at his apartment during our heated kiss. Where my phone interrupted our moment last time, we now continue kissing with Alexander pressing me against his windows in his condo.
“Fuck Sarah. I need to touch you,” he husks in my ear as his hand slides inside my jeans. I press myself against him, craving to be as close as possible.
“Alexander, please,” I beg in his ear just as he feels my heat on his fingers.
“Christ, Sarah. You’re dripping for me.”
Ever so slowly, he slides his first finger inside me, soon followed by a second. He begins fingering me while whispering dirty things in my ear as I ride his hand.
“Such a good fucking girl, riding my hand.”
When he flicks my clit with his fingers, I fall apart. When I catch my breath and open my eyes, I’m shocked at the intensity of my fantasy.
Alexander is powerful even in my head. I’m breathing heavy, once again wondering how the real deal would make me feel.
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The next morning, I drag myself out of bed, and start preparing for the day ahead.
First, I start making coffee and breakfast.
As always, I turn on my mom’s favourite artist, Robbie Williams, feeling my eyes tear up.
This day is always tough but also beautiful as we celebrate her a little extra.
