How do you want me?
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Erotica › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Erotica › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,446
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Three
Author notes: Involves... Links to World of Warcraft. I do not own it. If I did, it wouldn't be so fucking shit and I would never die. Reviews would be much appreciated. Update notices can be found on Facebook at Alinna Words.
Three
“Quit smiting and actually heal?”
I didn’t listen to the response, well aware it wouldn’t be very pleasant. I’d told them before it wouldn’t work.
“Hey! Are you ready to go again or not?”
“Uh-huh.”
Queue popped, no heals, lost again. The fourth loss in a row and I was beginning to grow bored of the same thing happening over and over.
“Again?”
I hesitated with my response, wanting to tell them no, to go fuck themselves if they weren’t going to listen and try and fix what was wrong. Sitting in awkward positions in an uncomfortable chair wasn’t helping either. Muting the mic, I stand up and turn around, patting my chair.
“I’m not sitting and watching you play and bitch at stupid people all day.”
“But it’ll be fun...”
“How?”
“I’m good at multi tasking and you’ll be losing your pants.”
Mic back on and now with a comfortable body to sit on, I did another round, failing again.
“I died while you were killing something. That should tell you all you need to know about why we lost.”
The words seemed to do something as we won the next match, bouncing up and down in his lap with excitement. While waiting for the queue to pop I grind my ass into his groin, half heartedly listening to tactics being argued about. It was a better way of passing the time than joining in with them. As soon as we were out again I dragged my headset off, shoving them on to his head instead and settling on the floor between his legs.
“Listen and let me know when I need to play again.”
Easing his dick out of his pants, I went to work fast, aware that there wouldn’t be long. Mouthing at the head of his cock I lick my lips before taking him in as far as I can with the desk partially in the way. I suck hard while I still have the time.
“Er... They’re asking where you are.”
“Hmph.”
Regretfully leaving his dick behind for a moment, I wriggle out from under the desk and settle back in his lap, taking the headset back, finding that one of them had already died. Oh well.
Through whining about being afk I shift about until my pants are out of the way and on the floor. Between paying attention to playing and dick, dick is always chosen and I manage to play with one hand. The other works on lining up his cock and I move my hips, moaning loudly as when he’s fully inside.
There’s an odd silence in the skype call before people ask if I’m okay. The match is slow moving and I’m able to keep a consistent pace, biting down on my bottom lip to keep quiet. As soon as there’s a quiet moment I move faster, my thighs slamming down onto his over and over. When a hand took a hold of my pony tail I pushed down hard, forcing him balls deep, groaning again.
“Are you getting fucked while you’re in arena?”
“Uh-huh.”
“No video, no proof.”
When the web cam was turned on my friends were faced with me riding dick, head pulled back, the grip on my hair tight.
We lost the match.