Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“No hard feelings if you don’t want to see me again.”
Her sigh echoes in my head, and I try to mentally prepare myself for her rejection.
“It’s just—”
“I was too rough, too forceful?” I have to sigh now, too, and decide to take a gamble. “You said honesty is the best policy, right?”
“I did,” she responds after a brief silence.
“Then know that if I ever had the chance to do that to you in person, I’d probably be rougher than my character was.”
My cock grows hard just saying the words.
“Really?” she squeaks.
“Yeah.”
“Show me.” The two words come out breathlessly.
“You’ll obey every command I give you?”
“I will,” she promises.
“Every. Command. Rach. Get naked. Slowly,” I growl, watching in awe as she strips naked as slowly as the game will allow. “Is your pussy this bare in real life?”
“Y-yes.”
“Jesus, I bet you taste like honey. Spread your legs, baby, and let me see you.” My character pulls his shirt over his head, and I’ve kept his physique similar to my own because an overinflated ego isn’t something I’ve ever suffered from. “How fucked up is it that even this green pussy turns me on?”
I run my hand up her thigh, wishing I could do this in real life.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper into the mic.
“Whatever makes you happy.”
“Mmm,” I pant. “Climb onto that rock and spread your legs. I need to taste you.”
Her character obeys, and God bless a good image card because the only thing other than doing this in real life would be a virtual-reality experience.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She’s panting in my ear, and it helps my sanity a little to know that she’s turned on in real life as well because I’m hard as a rock and seconds away from pulling my cock out to participate in this little online experience.
The characters go at it on screen, and she obeys every single command I give her, flipping to her knees with her hands behind her back, and I lose the battle with myself, leaving my character’s face buried between her thighs while I unzip my jeans.
My cock is in my hand a second later.
“That’s it, baby,” I groan. “Grind on my mouth. It’s yours, sweetheart. Take it.”
She whimpers in the mic, and my eyes flutter closed. I’m no longer interested in what’s on the screen because the green—albeit gorgeous—orc doesn’t hold a candle to the gorgeous woman I had my lips on two weeks ago.
When she moans again, I know the real reason. She’s no longer playing the game, opting to play with herself. God, to be a fly on the wall in her apartment right now.
“Oh God,” she whispers, and I know she doesn’t mean for me to hear her.
I keep my mouth clamped closed, not wanting to make her stop.
“Wren,” she whimpers just before a long sigh escapes her lips.
“Fuck,” I groan, spraying my t-shirt in cum.
She squeaks. “Wren?”
“Yeah, baby?”
I’m spent, this orgasm is better than many of the ones I’ve had in person with one of my online hookups, better than the times I called those shady sex lines and had women describe to me what they’d do to me if they were there.
Okay, not just better than… the actual best.
“Oh my God!” she screeches a second before I get the disconnect notification.
She’s disappeared… again.
We’ve played numerous times since that after-party celebration in-game. Not once did we mention the sexual nature of it until tonight. Of course, this goes hand in hand with what I discovered online with the forum posts she’s made, but I just can’t leave it alone. I don’t want her afraid to express herself around me or even on the damn game.
I clean myself up, which actually requires a quick shower and change of clothes because I was so in the moment, I didn’t bother paying attention to the mess I was making, then I head down to the ninth floor.
I hesitate so long in the elevator that the door closes on me before I can step off. It opens immediately when I press the button again, which sets my nerves on edge. I had a lot of bravado leaving my apartment, but standing mere yards from the door makes my nerves ratchet up several notches.
Before I can talk myself out of turning around and walking away, I lift my hand and knock on her door. No sound comes from her apartment, so I knock a second time.
I’m about to turn away when I hear her screech on the other side of the door.
“I can’t open this door,” she says from the other side.
I nod at her response. What did I expect? Her to swing open the door and tug me inside for round two?
“I just want to kiss you,” I explain.
It may not be much of an incentive to change her mind about the doors seeing as how she’s refused to go out with me again since our last kiss, but I figure it’s worth a shot.