Six…five…
I push harder, faster, curling my fingers until finding that delicious spot that makes her?—
“Lev!”Her hands slide from keyboard, and her character is instantly riddled with bullets.
With three seconds remaining.
“Keep playing,” I murmur, slowing my fingers to draw out her orgasm. Heat floods my hand, a feeling I’ll never tire of. A sensation—amess—I’ve been finding myself unbothered by.
She obeys, but her gameplay worsens as her body decompresses in a happy little sigh. “That was intense.”
“It’s only the beginning. Stand.” I tap her hip to encourage her up before yanking down her shorts and panties, dropping them to the floor beside me.
“Lev?”
“Don’t turn around. Keep playing. I want you to win this round too. Build your stats.”
I undo my jeans, lifting just far enough off the chair to push them down before grasping her hips and pulling her backwards onto me. One hand positions my cock upright, angling as I slide inside her in one, slow move.
“Lev!”she cries again, a sound that’ll never escape these walls, not as long as I have anything to say about it. She spews a bunch of Italian, her moans and screams translating the concept behind them.
Her arms fall limp off the computer desk, control of the level completely disappearing. Her character is quickly overtaken, and aGAME OVERscreen flashes, ending her game for good. She doesn’t seem to notice, lost as her head falls forward, her grip tight on the desk’s edge, hair curtaining her face.
I let her adjust to the feeling of me inside her. She’s so tight, warm—pure addiction. Taking her like this…she’s a goddamn dream I never imagined for myself. Good things never happen to me because that’s not what Papa decided for my world. I’ve been a weapon, a resource, useful for as long as I’ve known, and assets don’t have distractions.
She’smy biggest distraction.
Once her breathing evens out, I snake my hand back onto her stomach and haul her upright, changing the angle. She’s tighter like this, and my grip on her hips keeps her in place.
“Play, Fina. Start a new round.”
“L-like this?” Her head turns halfway, catching me in her peripheral, pouty lips parted with desire.
“Yes, like this. Build your kill count. You can do it. I want you to play,printessa,while I fuck your sweet pussy. That sounds alright, doesn’t it?”
Her pupils contract, and she twists around, clicking the screen to begin a new round. She switches weapons, more in tune with the game, and her tenacity makes me smile.
After she takes out one NPC and her focus returns to the game, I move, rocking my hips while lifting her up and down, going as deep as possible, bending her forward ever so slightly so her clit gets friction.
She gasps but keeps going, and for every person she kills, she earns another thrust. Five kills later, her thighs shake. She begins bouncing, chasing her own high. She’s needy, and I let her control the speed and depth as my hands slide around her hips and pry her thighs open, hooking each over my legs before I return to that swollen little clit of hers.
She curses in Italian. “L-Lev, I-I can’t do this. Not like this.”
Another rock deeper into her, reclaiming control for the moment. “Sure, you can. Win this round, and I’ll let you come.”
“Win? And if I lose?”
“Don’t.”
I pinch her clit and thrust into her, her head falling back. Her character gets shot, but she regenerates before long. With my free hand, I gather her hair to force her head straight and onto the screen.
“Look away, you’ll lose. And then you won’t come. You don’t want that. You want to come, right?”
“Y-yeah.” She quivers but resumes playing, managing the next few kills as I maintain a steady pace inside her.
She’s so fucking warm and right, and it’s in this moment that I realize I’ve never been happier. Playing games, having her with me—onme—in my place of silence while she creates more silence in my head.
It’s what I want for the rest of our lives.
