Page 59 of Subscriber Wars

I groan.

I’m not going to make it half an hour without doing something shitty. I can already feel it.

“We’re recording.” She tilts her head back and catches my eyes. “Remember to act like you love me.”

I swallow before rolling my eyes. “Worry about acting your own part,” I tell her, which only makes her laugh.

She knows I’m struggling. Fuck her.

Fifteen minutes later and I’m sweating. I grab her hips as she yells “Suck on that, Bash-hole.”

“Stop fucking moving,” I grate out. Yes, I’m losing epically, but what’s more concerning than losing to a girl is that my dick is having trouble keeping his head from bruising Vee’s back.

“Don’t get all pouty,” she says, laughing as her silky legs move along mine.

I throw my head back and toss my controller to the floor. I am so fucking done. In the last two weeks, I’ve slept like shit, been taken down by a rescue dog, felt Valentina’s hands tangled in my hair, and had her tongue tangled with mine. And if that wasn’t enough, all the talking, nightly movie watching, and stupid dances have absolutely tortured the living fuck out of me. A man can only take so much.

Today, is that day.

“What are you doing?” She follows the controller landing on the floor. “Are you really that much of a spoilsport?”

Sure am.

I grab her hips, and I grind my rock-hard dick into her ass cheeks.

“This,” I grit. “All this celebratory movement…” I grind into her hard, and she gasps. “Yeah. This is why these videos are bullshit. It’s not possible to actually play while you’re sliding up and down my dick, taunting me.”

“Oh,” she whispers.

I grind into her once more. “Oh is right, Valentina. This is torture.”

I can feel her heavy breaths against my chest and then her hips start to move. I clamp down on her hips tighter. “What are you doing?”

She doesn’t stop, instead, she drops the controller and turns off the camera. “Do it,” she tells me. “You don’t have to look at me.”

I cock my head to the side. “I—”

She starts moving her hips, and my head falls back on its own. I groan. “This wasn’t part of the deal,” I mutter, but I don’t mean it. Truth be told, ever since I laid eyes on Valentina Lambros, I’ve wanted her. Sure, she pissed me off worse than anyone else in my life but, somehow, I’m okay with it because if our roles were reversed, and I would have thought of the prank she did, I would have played it with a fucking smile on my face.

She outsmarted me, and I hate that it turns me on.

My neighbor, my nemesis, turns her head back so as not to look at me and I can’t do it. I don’t want her to think I can’t stand the sight of her. It’s quite the opposite.

“Face me,” I demand, my voice raspy and thick with want.

She hesitates but eases up and untangles her feet from mine. I shift on the sofa so that my entire body is on it as Vee straddles me and lowers herself down. My hands go to her hips and I swallow. We’re crossing a line, but I guess we’re both up for making terrible decisions today.

Vee’s head falls back the minute I press her down on my dick, which is not at all impressed with dry humping and would much rather be set free into something hot, wet, and full of fire.

I move her body back and forth once and I can’t even keep my head up. The pressure, the friction feels so damn good. I moan and I can feel the muscles in my neck tighten. This will not last long. Valentina Lambros is grinding down on my cock. It’s a nightmare that dreams are made of.

I hate that I love the feel of her body and I especially hate that I love coming to the view of her on top of me, riding me like she has it mastered.

I push and pull her faster and faster until her hands come down and reach for my chest, hanging on as I pull her to a stop and come in my fucking pants like a fucking teenager.

We stay there, still and panting, as we come down from our high.

“I’m going to shower,” she says, easing off. The missing weight of her body feels wrong.

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