Gangguin Pacar Pas Lagi Ngegame Novels & Stories

“It just occurred to me that this work of art hasn't been deep down your throat yet. Now it's all I can think about. I think I'm going to ditch my game or something.” I swallowed, feeling sudden crazy heat. Truly I haven't gone down on him before. Fuck. “Where are you?” I asked, concerned but flustered. Lose his game? I checked the time, it was about time for the game to start but instead he was texting me. “Restroom.” “And what are you doing in there?” Is he crazy? “Texting the prettiest woman and rubbing my stubborn cock. It's pretty hard. It wants her pussy and throat but too bad.”

I sigh again, running my hand through my hair. I was hard on her, wasn’t I? Too hard when all she wanted was to spend time not fucking me. I know I should go back, maybe with a flower or fucking serenade, yet I can’t bring myself to. Most times, all I want is to just get the hell away from Kamila – far, far away. Regardless of the fact that I love to win, the gaming event was sometimes a good excuse to distract myself from my mess of a mate-bond. Kamila won’t scream in my face about not breathing the right way if I’m too busy training or competing.

Behold, I met five missed calls from him but sincerely, I never heard my phone ringing. “ Firstly, I didn't notice my phone was ringing, and you can't accuse me of cheating, because you saw me with someone. I saw you with girls all the time without getting upset despite the fact that I know you are going out with them”. “Secondly, I am supposed to be your wife, the way you mistreat me and talk to me anyhow in the presence of people has to stop, I can't take it anymore. We should sort our misunderstanding between us if any”. I can't believe how courageous I am to face him.

I could still smell her perfume on my shirt, still feel the vibration of her voice cutting through me like a blade, still see the loathing burning in those eyes that once begged me never to let go. I didn’t bother with the shadowed corner anymore. No. Tonight, the game needed a new move. I strode out of the safety of the darkened table beside the stage and sank into a seat in full view, not caring who saw me. Across the room, Graham sat hunched over his phone, his forehead creased in concentration, thumbs moving like a gambler desperate to win one last bet. Pathetic. He hadn’t even realized his wife had left her seat. Useless husband.

The anger melted away into desperation, and we ended up tearing into each other, having the most passionate, intense sex of our lives. ××× My game was coming up exactly two days after the wedding, and during that forty-eight-hours, I barely set foot in the house. I couldn't afford to see Nadia’s face. I slept over at Shantel's place both nights, making endless love to her without a single care in the world. I just wanted to fuck her senseless and pretend my life hadn't fallen apart. The morning of the game, I finally dragged myself back to the house just to grab my gear and some fresh clothes and on my way out the door, Nadia stepped right into my path.

"Oh, so you've noticed that, huh?" "Hard to miss," Paul smiles sheepishly. "Is it a woman?" I fork a piece of meat. "Yes..." "Shit," Paul sighs loudly. "You better patch things up with her before next week's big game. Coach tells us not to bring drama to the field—never leave your partner unhappy. You know that." I grimace. "The problem is that the woman isn't my partner." He lifts an eyebrow. "Then what is the issue? It's highly unlike you to care about a hookup."

Gana pouted. "I don't think that's our business, right?" I said, and Gana rolled her eyes, and we all laughed at her words. "What if someone like him is your mate?" Jess laughed, pointing at me. "HE ISN'T! You know I can't find a mate here; you know that." "The chance of us finding our mate is about eighty-seven percent, so why do you think you wouldn't get yours?" Gana asked. "Can we not talk about it?" I knew they were talking with me because of Jess, and I didn't want them to look down on me even more.

I roll my eyes but hug her. “Ginger what happens in the movies does not always happen in real life dumbass.” “fine no need to be rude.” she says. “You love me.” i say. “Now lets both play some fifa 15 shall we?” “Hell yeah!” she screams. I start the game on my ps4 and sit on the couch next to Ginger. what better way to have a good friendship time playing video games and having food with your best friend alone. Then the most unexpected happened.

Tracey frowned. "Uh, I think it's a game. 3D games for adults," Johanna said, creasing her brows and darting her eyes toward Connor, who was busy playing on his phone—something unrelated to hentai games. "Hentai games!" Keira exclaimed as the girls looked at the monitor. "You know about such things?" Alicia asked. "Uh-huh," Keira winked. But then she frowned when her husband made the 3D girl on the monitor reach a squirting orgasm faster than Ian could. "Oh, fuck." She shook her head. "I'm going to beat up my husband."

To be honest, even if Gage is giving me time to study, I can't help but get distracted. Duh, he's next to me. How can I study? I was lying face down while he was lying on his back with his phone up above his face. He was so serious with his game and it's just too adorable right now. Our legs were sprawled over each other's and my eyes kept glancing at him. When he runs out of move with his game, he groans and makes a funny face which was too adorable. He'd apologize if he realizes he got loud and he tries his best to keep quiet so he wouldn't distract me but him on top of my bed is already very distracting.