Page 106 of Puck Your Friend

She peels off Ford’s shirt. No bra, just a pair of black cotton mini shorts underneath. Her nipples are hard. I have to stop myself from leaning in to suck them. I can’t get ahead of the game. I don’t look away as I reach for my card.

I glance at it and smirk, turning it for her to see. “Use the wand. One stroke in the place of your choice. Clothes stay on, if applicable.”

She lights up. “Sounds a little kinky.”

I grab the black massager from the box, remove the battery protector, and flick it on low. It buzzes to life. “Lean back and spread your legs.”

She shifts back on the mattress, bracing on her elbows, knees bent and thighs parted. I press it between her legs over her shorts, using one firm drag upward. The wet cotton catches on the silicone head. She gasps and jerks, hips bucking toward the wand as I lift it.

It takes all my willpower to pull back, but I do.“You good?”

She shivers. “Yeah. That’s such a tease.”

I chuckle and shut it off, setting it to the side. “I think that’s the point.”

More cards are drawn. She removes her shorts, leaving her in her black panties. I lose my shirt.

She draws and her eyebrows lift. “Dry hump one of your partners for five minutes. Neither of you can come. Discard if naked.” She tosses the card aside as I move to place my back against the headboard for better support.

Frankie straddles me in one motion, knees sinking into the mattress. Her black panties press right over the thick line of my cock. Heat radiates between us.

I grab my phone and set it for five minutes. The numbers count down on the screen beside us.

Her hands brace on my chest. “Ready?”

I settle my grip on her hips. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

Frankie rolls her hips once. The pressure is immediate. Wet fabric drags over me. Her breath hitches, but she tries to play it off, head tilted like she’s unbothered.

I keep my hands steady. “Take it slow.” I adjust her so her clit will hit my knot more. “Here, move like this.” I guide her in a smaller circle.

She nods,

I’m hard, but nowhere near the edge. I keep my focus on her and watch her breathing, the tension in her thighs, the way her fingers clutch at my shoulders.

The timer drops to four minutes.

She grinds forward, clenching her jaw when her pussy drags fully over my knot. Her slick seeps through both layers, wetting the front of my sweats. Her body’s trying to take over. I don’t let it.

I dig my thumbs into her hips. “You’re doing good.”

She presses her forehead to my shoulder. “You’re too calm.”

I keep my hold firm. “That’s the idea.”

Frankie laughs. Her thighs shake a little, but she doesn’t speed up.

Three minutes.

Her eyes flutter shut. She whispers a curse under her breath but keeps the rhythm I set.

Two minutes.

She tries to rock faster. I hold her down with one hand, the other moving to her lower back. “Stay in the moment with me, Frankie. Don’t chase it.”

She exhales. “This is brutal.”

I run my hands along her sides. “Want to stop?”

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