Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Except she doesn’t stop there. Once her hair is tied up, she grabs her controller and drags it down with her to the floor as she lies on her stomach. She bends her knees and perks her ass up as she shuffles her legs back and forth in the air.
So, this is how she wants to play it...game on, princess.
However, before my trance is broken, she’s managed to blow me up and begins giggling about how her plan to distract me is working. Before she can humiliate me again, I take matters into my hands and lower myself to the floor behind her, locking my knees around her thighs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.
“You didn’t really think your evil little plan was going to work, did you?”
“I don’t know. You tell me.” She wiggles her ass against my thigh, which doesn’t help ease the pulsating in my cock.
She’s wearing shorts, which gives me an advantage, so I slide my palm up her shorts and cup her ass cheek over her cotton panties. She squeals and I squeeze it again.
“That’s cheating!” She tries pushing my hand away, but I barely flinch at her movements. “No touching allowed!”
“I didn’t agree to that, princess.” I press the pad of my thumb against her pussy and circle the fabric of her panties. “You wanted to play, remember?”
A loud boom echoes from the screen, but I’m no longer interested in the war that’s going on. I plan on engaging in a different game.
“Well, I’m not going to play by myself, so pick up your damn controller!” she demands, and I smile at her bossy side.
“I can play one-handed,” I smirk, even though she can’t see me. I give in and shoot a few rounds, pretending to give a shit about the game in front of us when I’d much rather play with what’s inside her shorts instead.
“Stop it!” She swats my hand, laughing as she tries to keep her eyes on the TV. “If I’m going to kick your ass, I want to do it fair and square.”
Tossing the controller back onto the sofa, I undo the top button of my jeans and then unzip just as fast. “When have you ever wanted to play fair and square?”
“What are you talking about? I always play fair.” The tone in her voice does nothing to convince me, and I can see the corner of her lips tilt up when she glances back at me.
I slide a finger inside her panties and find her already wet and aroused. I know she wants it as badly as I do. The need to have her increases every time I see her, which isn’t something I’m used to. I never wanted more with a girl before, but Viola makes me want all the days and nights with her, and even then, it wouldn’t be enough.
“Travis...” she warns, but her body shivers against mine, giving her away.
Watching her, I can tell she’s distracted and even more so, she likes the distractions. Her fingers are no longer moving along the controller, and her neck has gone weak, falling between her shoulders as I slide my finger inside her.
I can hear her arousal as I slide in and out, building her up until she’s almost lost all control. Just before she clamps her pussy around my fingers, I grab my controller off the couch and fire right at her. The echoing of the gunshots whips her head back up as the screen fills with blood. She’s dead.
“You asshole!” she screeches, picking the controller back up. “You totally did that on purpose.” She looks over her shoulder and pinches her eyes tight.
I suck on my fingers that taste of her and smile. “And you fell for it, princess.”
“All right, so it’s going to be like that.” She turns around, still on her knees. I watch as she drops her hands to my jeans that are already undone. “Looks like you were getting ready for me.”
“I’m always ready for you.” I flash a sly grin and place my hands on my hips.
“This is what happens when you tell a sex addict to rest and not have any physical activity for six weeks.” She rolls her eyes at me as she palms my cock through my shorts.
“You get rebellious behavior?”
“Something like that.” She laughs.
She slides her hand inside my shorts and begins stroking my cock. Her eyes stay focused on mine as she rubs the length of my shaft with one hand and circles her palm around the tip. She’s working me into a frenzy, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back. I want to flip her over, pull her hips up until her perky ass is in the air, and fuck her until we’re both stinging with carpet burn.