Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“I…” I blinked at her in surprise. “You know, I’ve never had anyone offer me that combination before.”
“If you’d rather play your game…” she said coyly, dropping to her knees and shuffling to settle between my feet.
“No, no.” I snatched up the controller. This was not a chance I would let pass me by. “Proceed.”
She reached for the fly of my shorts. “I don’t know why you even get dressed.”
“You got dressed.” I plucked at the strap of her bikini.
“I can fix that.” She slipped one side down, then the other, her eyes big and coy.
I reached into my pants and eased my hardening cock out, giving myself a few lazy strokes as she shrugged off her swimsuit top entirely.
“You have great tits,” I told her, and her answering, sly smile made me add, “I’m sure nobody has ever told you that.”
“No, you’re the first.” She bit her bottom lip. “I was so innocent and pure before we met.”
“That’s what attracted me to you. Your purity,” I joked.
“Aren’t you supposed to be playing your game?” she asked, reaching behind her for the controller on the coffee table.
“Oh, right. Let me mute this…” I said, putting my headset back on. Nobody needed to overhear. I joined another lobby to wait for a match and settled back on the cushions. Charlotte took her place between my knees and leaned over my cock, opening her mouth to let a thin stream of saliva fall right onto the very tip of me. She pressed her lips lightly to that spot, slicking them through her spit and rubbing aching circles over my swollen head.
I wanted to watch her. The sight of those plump, pink lips on me was far more engaging than a game of running around and shooting enemy soldiers. But the screen changed, and I dropped in at the spawn point. I took a deep breath and focused up.
“There are campers behind the armory,” warned a staticky voice on the headset. I veered away from the armory and ducked behind a wall of sandbags, scrolling through my weapons. A red outline peeking above my view alerted me to an enemy. I popped my character up from his crouch and fired my pistol, taking him out at close range.
Charlotte’s lips opened, just a little bit, still making those circles and letting drool slide down my length.
I checked the map. I wasn’t far from the flag my side was supposed to be protecting, but it was considered bad form to hide out in one spot, picking people off. I darted my soldier from behind the sandbag berm, to a machine gun waiting for an operator. I would be exposed, but—
Charlotte closed her mouth over the head of my cock.
“Dude, are you lagging?” Someone asked over the headset, followed by another player answering, “I think he’s glitched out, he’s not answering.”
The screen pulsed red and I realized I was being shot at, too late.
Charlotte swirled her tongue around me, teasing the edge of my foreskin. I gripped my controller tighter and forced myself to concentrate on the television. The game dropped me back at the same spawn point. This time, I elected to keep low and sneak between some parked tanks. From my vantage point, I could see my red-outlined enemies as they ran past. I got two of them, in the legs, but the shots only took one of them out. The other turned and headed straight for me.
“Fuck,” I whispered, but not about the game. Charlotte slowly lowered her head, taking me all the way to the back of her throat, choking a little. When she rose up again, she gripped me in both hands, tightening and releasing as she pumped me up and down in time with the bobbing of her head.
My soldier was dead again. Not the one in her hands, though. That guy was very much alive.
She moaned low in her throat and ran her tongue across my tip.
I respawned.
She set up a twisting rhythm with her hands.
I immediately died.
“Fuck,” I growled again, tossing the controller and headset aside. The idea of playing a game while she sucked me off had sounded ideal, but I couldn’t concentrate on both. I grabbed her ponytail and slid the elastic down, so I could see her hair falling around her bare shoulders and dive my fingers through it. Every part of her was like silk, and every time I touched her, she felt new. Like I’d never known her skin or her mouth or her cunt.
Or the way she looked up at me, her eyes wide and questioning as she performed such an intimate act, as if to ask if she was doing it all right, if she was allowed to do it at all.
She whimpered and closed her eyes, rocking on her knees, thighs clenching, as if doing this alone could get her off.