decide to come home from the bar any time soon.
His thrusting grew more erratic. This was going fast, but that was just fine with me because I was so damn close. With a final grunt and a roar he buried himself inside me and then he was exploding. That was enough to send my character over the edge, squeezing her eyes shut and screaming as impossible waves of pleasure crashed over her body even as water crashed over her body from the force of us fucking.
Of course the explosion my character was feeling were nothing compared to the explosions that were going off in my computer chair. I was breathing heavily, crying out. I pressed my fingers against my pussy, not even inside my shorts, and then it was happening. I was shuddering, my entire body felt like it was on fire as explosions of tingly pleasure shot off all through me. I felt an impossible warmth spreading through my stomach, I felt and impossible pleasure between my legs. I had to grip my chair with my free hand as I rode out that wave of orgasmic pleasure.
Holy shit! This was more intense than anything I’d felt with a guy before, and I wasn’t even technically with a guy! This was just characters on a screen!
And yet it was so fucking hot. It was going straight to the pleasure centers of my brain. It was short-circuiting every other part of my body, it was short-circuiting every bit of conscious thought I had. All I could think about was this incredible man who’d gone from a stranger in an inn to a confidant, someone I felt I could trust, to a lover in almost every sense of the word, and in such a short amount of time.
And the end result is I was sitting in my computer chair with my hand buried between my legs, not even touching myself directly, feeling the most intense orgasm of my life exploding over me. I was seeing stars. I was seeing double. My monitor seemed to split in front of my vision for a moment and then everything was blurred as I concentrated on that amazing pleasure.
Then it was over. I was coming down and still breathing heavily. I looked to the screen where I saw a couple of messages waiting for me. I blushed as I realized he probably knew exactly what I was doing.
“You there?”
“Jessica?”
“Seems like someone’s having a good time over there! ;)”
I smiled and typed out a response. A one handed response. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Oh I think all the spelling errors you’re suddenly making tells me everything I need to know baby,” he said.
I blushed. Damn it. Of all the times to throw proofreading out! “You’re very cocky.”
“And I think you love it that way.”
I bit my lip. He was absolutely right. He was cocky, arrogant, and sort of full of himself. And yet if he really looked the way he did in his picture, as good as he was at writing, I could understand why he was so cocky and confident. And it made me wonder why he’d be interested in a girl like me, but I pushed that thought down. That wasn’t something I was going to get into now. Not with that wonderful experience we just shared.
“So is there any point in finishing the dungeon?” I asked.
“Up to you,” he said. “I hear there’s some sweet gear at the end, and that fight with Whitebeard is supposed to be pretty gnarly!”
I grinned. “And here I thought you were just taking me down here to get me all alone,” I said.
“Well I was,” he said. “But this also happens to be one of my favorite dungeons. Also happens to be one of my favorite stories from Elassa.”
“Me too!” I said.
I couldn’t believe he knew about that story. Most people didn’t. It was from a short story that most people never gave a chance because it was a short when they felt like Sean Taylor should have been working on the next novel in the series, but as far as I was concerned they could all take their opinions and go to hell. Anything that man wrote was genius in my opinion.
“Really? You like it? Most people hate that story!”
“Anyone who hates
His thrusting grew more erratic. This was going fast, but that was just fine with me because I was so damn close. With a final grunt and a roar he buried himself inside me and then he was exploding. That was enough to send my character over the edge, squeezing her eyes shut and screaming as impossible waves of pleasure crashed over her body even as water crashed over her body from the force of us fucking.
Of course the explosion my character was feeling were nothing compared to the explosions that were going off in my computer chair. I was breathing heavily, crying out. I pressed my fingers against my pussy, not even inside my shorts, and then it was happening. I was shuddering, my entire body felt like it was on fire as explosions of tingly pleasure shot off all through me. I felt an impossible warmth spreading through my stomach, I felt and impossible pleasure between my legs. I had to grip my chair with my free hand as I rode out that wave of orgasmic pleasure.
Holy shit! This was more intense than anything I’d felt with a guy before, and I wasn’t even technically with a guy! This was just characters on a screen!
And yet it was so fucking hot. It was going straight to the pleasure centers of my brain. It was short-circuiting every other part of my body, it was short-circuiting every bit of conscious thought I had. All I could think about was this incredible man who’d gone from a stranger in an inn to a confidant, someone I felt I could trust, to a lover in almost every sense of the word, and in such a short amount of time.
And the end result is I was sitting in my computer chair with my hand buried between my legs, not even touching myself directly, feeling the most intense orgasm of my life exploding over me. I was seeing stars. I was seeing double. My monitor seemed to split in front of my vision for a moment and then everything was blurred as I concentrated on that amazing pleasure.
Then it was over. I was coming down and still breathing heavily. I looked to the screen where I saw a couple of messages waiting for me. I blushed as I realized he probably knew exactly what I was doing.
“You there?”
“Jessica?”
“Seems like someone’s having a good time over there! ;)”
I smiled and typed out a response. A one handed response. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Oh I think all the spelling errors you’re suddenly making tells me everything I need to know baby,” he said.
I blushed. Damn it. Of all the times to throw proofreading out! “You’re very cocky.”
“And I think you love it that way.”
I bit my lip. He was absolutely right. He was cocky, arrogant, and sort of full of himself. And yet if he really looked the way he did in his picture, as good as he was at writing, I could understand why he was so cocky and confident. And it made me wonder why he’d be interested in a girl like me, but I pushed that thought down. That wasn’t something I was going to get into now. Not with that wonderful experience we just shared.
“So is there any point in finishing the dungeon?” I asked.
“Up to you,” he said. “I hear there’s some sweet gear at the end, and that fight with Whitebeard is supposed to be pretty gnarly!”
I grinned. “And here I thought you were just taking me down here to get me all alone,” I said.
“Well I was,” he said. “But this also happens to be one of my favorite dungeons. Also happens to be one of my favorite stories from Elassa.”
“Me too!” I said.
I couldn’t believe he knew about that story. Most people didn’t. It was from a short story that most people never gave a chance because it was a short when they felt like Sean Taylor should have been working on the next novel in the series, but as far as I was concerned they could all take their opinions and go to hell. Anything that man wrote was genius in my opinion.
“Really? You like it? Most people hate that story!”
“Anyone who hates
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