Page 232 of Soul So Dark
“I liked your surprise,” I taunt her, “appropriate, since you like when I fuck you like a little rabbit.”
A smug grin peeks out from behind her mask, “It’s not over yet,Cariño.”
The second match starts and she pushes my dick down until it’s level. I blink, trying to concentrate on not getting killed while she meticulously balances three yellow gummy bears along the top of my shaft. Her number starts rising as she leans down and runs her tongue over my skin, sucking the first bear into her mouth. I grit my teeth as she moves on to the next, and the next, licking every inch of me before they disappear between her lips.
Dallas rises with a sardonic smile, thinking her plan is working, but then I unload a firestorm and race further through the map. The number under my name shoots up and I let out a chuckle. She looks like she’s about to smack me, but instead slides one knee over my lap. She settles in, giving me enough space to move the controller behind her without messing up my flow. Then she reaches down between my legs and feels the tight muscle against her thighs.
“I was going to let you win tonight,” Dallas murmurs in my ear, my eyes still glued to the screen as she starts stroking me, “watch you destroy this motherfucker and then turn me inside out for all of them afterward. But now you're going to pay. I’m going to make you suffer.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the chest, but Eomer hasn’t caught up yet, so I keep going, firing and making my way closer to the finish.
“Mírame a los ojos cuando te hablo!”Dallas shouts just inches from my face.
I freeze, my eyes darting to her irises like dark oceans. She leans in close, until her nose brushes mine.
“That is the one and only time you'llevermistake me for anyone else, AlexfuckingBarrera,” she hisses with enough venom to take down a grizzly bear.
I give a few rapid shakes of my head, unable to look away. My chest caves at the mere thought. Dallas isn’t the one whose face I saw when I said it, screaming at bygone nightmares. She could've thrown me out of our apartment right then, and I would've deserved it.
Slowly, she starts sliding my tip back and forth over her slick pussy, sending a tremor down my thighs. Then she leans into my ear.
“Open your mouth.”
I glance at the screen, where my character is more or less concealed behind a wall for the time being. Dallas slides her fingers up my scalp to the crown of my head and clenches her fist, pulling my head back as my jaw drops. She positions my tip at her entrance and holds it there while she hovers over my face.
She spits a half-dissolved gummy bear out of her mouth and into mine and, on reflex, my mouth closes and I start chewing, not giving a shit whether it’s candy or a rusty screw.
“Ask for another,” Dallas commands with just as much disdain as before, but this time she says it while slowly rolling her hips, letting my tip dip inside her only to pull back again.
“Can I—can I have another?” I murmur up at her.
“So they can hear it,” she growls.
A moan rumbles through my chest as she toys with me, slipping me further inside her before sliding back off.
“Please, can I have another?” I say louder, every muscle tensing with need.
She holds my mouth open and spits another bear and mouthful of saliva into my mouth. I let out a sharp breath when it hits my tongue, its sugary syrup trickling to the back of my throat. I need to move before someone finds me and I lose the fucking match, but my controller remains idle in my hands.
“Ask me for another.”
The angrier she is, the more desperate I am for her, half-crazed and barely able to see anything except her eyes behind the white mask.
“I want another,” I rumble, much louder this time.
This time, she hovers over my mouth and hesitates, letting the camera capture every second while she slowly opens and pushes the last yellow bear over her lip and into my mouth. She lingers there, letting her spit drip over my chin as I chew the candy and swallow hard.
“Are you sorry?” Dallas rasps, her lip twitching with disdain.
My eyes dart to the screen for a brief moment, but nothing moves, even in the split screen. Eomer’s character stands motionless in a dark corner, not moving. And then I realize he’s stopped playing, effectively pausing the game.
So he can watch.
“I’m sorry,” I crackle into her mouth, wishing she were closer so I could feel her lips on mine. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Are you?” she snarls back through clenched teeth. “Because I don’t believe you.”
My chest heaves as she rolls her hips over me, teasing as she strokes my length pulsing in her grip. I blink in quick successions, trying to focus and keep it together while I clench the controller, threatening to crack it in half.
