Play With Me Becka Mack Novels & Stories

I watched her retreating figure until she disappeared down the corridor, then looked back at Beck, who still seemed annoyingly curious. “And, get this,” Beck said, crossing his arms again, “Damon even asked me to play video games with him in the rec room. Damon. Video games. Can you believe it?” I chuckled softly, clapping a hand lightly on Beck’s shoulder. That night had definitely turned Damon into this, but there was no way I’d tell Beck what I knew. “Maybe Damon’s just in a good mood,” I said with a growing smile. “And that’s good for all of us, right?”

Pretending that she had a phone call, she said, "Uncle Byron, I have a phone call. l'Il leave now." Hurrying back to the private room where she played games with Rex, she saw Becky, whose face was painted like a baboon's bottom. She was greeting Rex. The weather was slightly cool in early May. However, Becky had already put on short pants, exposing her fair thighs which were covered by goosebumps that were triggered by the cold. "What are you doing, Becky Das?" Shamayeta rushed over quickly. Because Becky had a guilty conscience, she ran away as soon as she heard Shamayeta's call.

“We distract the internet. Cat videos. Puppies. Something trending. If they can’t make you a villain today, maybe tomorrow they’ll forget your name.” I groaned. “You’re insane.” “No, I’m strategic,” Maya countered. “You need a sidekick in this war, and apparently, it’s me. Rule one: never look scared. Rule two: never apologize to a camera. Rule three: if anyone asks if you love him, smile like you just won the lottery.” “I feel like I need a manual for breathing.” “Exactly,” Maya said, grinning. “That’s why I’m writing it.” “This isn’t funny, Maya. I don’t know if I can keep pretending.”

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

Natasha said smugly, answering the question before I asked. Sh&t. I needed to learn to be quieter when I was upset. “We have already talked to Becky,” Maya jumped in. “She has agreed to take over for the next few nights.” “Why would Becky agree to do that?” I asked in disbelief. Becky was the biggest partier amongst the omegas, and she was always looking for a new male to… well… you know. “And by that I mean, what did you have to promise her?”

They met at Walter Media but being college mates drew them closer. The fact that Becky's mother was born in Camden also strengthened their bond, that's why Becky chose her as her daughter's godmother. “Someone’s at the door,” Maya screamed, as she dipped the spoon into the glass bowl. “No! I'll get it,” Becky said, rushing to the door with a can of ice cream in her hand. Evania stared, her face watching in anticipation as Becky stretched the door. The warm sunlight kissed her brown chocolate dark skin as they busked through the entrance.

"Yeah, I get that. But let me warn you about something, or rather, someone." Maya raised her eyebrows. "Who?" Becky glanced around, then lowered her voice. "Gabby, you know her, right? " Maya nodded. P "Gabby?" Maya asked, pretending to be surprised. "She seems nice to me. Though I haven’t talked to her much." Becky scoffed lightly, then shook her head. "Oh, please, dear, that woman is not as sweet as she looks. That girl is the biggest pretender I have ever seen. You are lucky you haven’t gotten too close."

I unbuckled my seatbelt, stepped out, and began to walk toward the entrance when I suddenly heard him call out my name. "Babe." I turned around to face him. I gave a small, faint smile. "Are you upset?" he asked softly. I shook my head, walked closer, and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. But as soon as I pulled away, the memory of that night rushed back... vivid and haunting. No. It was just a dream. It didn’t happen. "Bye. Take good care," I said before heading inside our house. Later that evening, I sat in my room, busy with my laptop, but something had been bothering me all day. I wanted to forget that night. I wanted to erase what I saw and pretend it never existed.

“Thanks, babe.” I wanted to smash down myself. The feeling was wrong. I shouldn’t be feeling this way towards my girlfriend. But I can’t help anticipates it was Chyna who would greet me first. I saw her at the bleacher at the side part of the pool complex. She was cheering our team, I guess. In the first half of the game, I was not myself while playing. But I get energized when I saw Chyna. I felt like a teenager who joined the varsity team and was trying to show off to my crush.

Becky’s watching, rubbing her own pussy, “Fuck her good, baby, make her cum.” We switch positions—I lie back, cock standing tall. Becky straddles me, lowering her dripping pussy onto it. “Mmm, ride me, Dewis,” wait, no—I’m Dewis, she’s riding my cock. “Yes, bounce on it, Becky.” She does, her huge tits flopping up and down, hands on my chest for leverage. “Oh fuck, it’s so deep! Ahh, ahh!” Her moans are rhythmic, pussy squelching around me. Lisa climbs on my face, facing Becky, grinding her wet cunt on my tongue. “Eat me while she fucks you, Dewis.” I lap at her, tasting her arousal, while Becky rides harder, her ass slapping my thighs.