Page 99 of Subscriber Wars

After changing his major to film, he spoke with his parents and they agreed he should chase his dreams and be happy. It took only a few days to see the result of a happier Bash-hole who is enjoying being the star of a soon-to-be major motion picture.

Yep, you heard me correctly. Not only did we win the UniCamFlix competition, but merely days after our story aired on the UniCamFlix, a major film network, Ustream, offered us a deal. They wanted to tell our story—the full story, not the fake one.

They wanted to tell the story of how Sebastian and Valentina really fell in love. The name of the movie…Subscriber Wars.

Also known as Sebastian’s Epilogue

Six years later

“You see all of this out here?”

I pinch Vee’s nipple between my fingers, which sends a moan through her tight body as she drops her head onto the wooden railing of our balcony, panting and spreading her legs wider.

Yep, you heard that correctly. Legs spread, her head onourrailing.

Vee and I bought a house.

Together.

On. The. Lake.

And we celebrate by pounding one out on every solid surface we can manage, without offending our neighbors.

Buying our lake house was a dream come true for both of us.

Just like having her bent over the railing and fucking her brains out to the sounds of boaters on a Sunday morning. I didn’t care that she was sitting out here, enjoying her coffee and answering emails as the sun rose. All I saw, when I rolled over in an empty bed, was her delightful ass just outside the French doors, donned in nothing but that flannel shirt. Bam. My dick was rock fucking solid in a matter of two seconds.

“See what?”

I pound into her, the wet, slapping skin, drowning out her breathy words. I don’t need her to answer. Although a moan, scream, or a dear God help me would put a smile on my face.

I pull out slowly and rock back into her, drawing out the torture of where she wants me the most.

“Bash,” she whines.

I sink in deeper, fighting my own need to drive into her unbridled, but this is how we like it: torturous. Her muscles clench around me, trying to keep me in deep. “Huh uh,” I whisper.

She shivers against my chest. “Please.”

I groan. She knows what a well-placed please does to me. “Not until you tell me what you see.”

I honestly don’t give two fucks about what she sees. The fact is I ask her this question every single time I strip her down on our property. It’s a game at this point. She knows what to say, but she won’t because she likes withholding from me, and I like pretending I don’t love it.

“I don’t know,” she lies. I can hear a smile in her voice.

I start to pull out. “No, no, no.” Her hands reach behind her, pushing at my pajama pants that I didn’t bother to pull down but a few inches.

“Look at all of this,” I remind her, pointing to our lakefront backyard, complete with a boat dock and jet skis. “It’s all ours.”

“Mmm…”

It’s not the answer I was looking for, but then again, she knows this. I pinch her nipple, making her yelp. “Let’s try that again, shall we?” I roll her nipple between my fingers, before dropping my hand, and listening to her whimper.

“You’re not playing fair today.” I ignore the impossibly cute whine she’s giving me.

“And you’re not giving me what I want, Valentina. You know how to play this game.”

She pushes back against me and I let her. For one, I’m selfish, and two, I like to see her needy. “It’s all ours,” she finally relents with a whimper.

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