Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 123. Hands Occupied

“I just remembered something! One of my hobbies is play- ing video games.”

I would do everything to stop the coming sex. Oh g*d, that’s too much. Was him a monster or what? A year ago, was accused by my boyfriend to be ‘S*xual Frigidity’, while now, I thought I experienced more sex as if a ‘Sex Addict’.

Aaron stopped, raised his eyebrows, a bit curious. “Oh? What sort of games do you like?”

I saw his d*ck hanging in front of me. I swallowed an invis- ible ball, and avoid to look at that thirsty monster.

“I play a lot of Mario Kart.” I gently pushed him away from me, my excitement clear by my expression. “Do you wanna race and see who’s better?”

“What?” Aaron pointed at his d*ck, asked me in a ridicu- lous tone “Bebe, you want me to play video game, right now? Are you some kind of teenager boy?”

“…Oh, yeah. That’s what I mean.” I did not dare to look at his fire eyes “I…I bet you could not beat me.”

“What, do you really think you’d beat me?” He followed suit and stood up, calling the butler to bring the console and controllers.

Ah-hah. That’s it. He was really the teenager.

Haughed at his childish silently, and satisfied to me own clever. Olive, you are master of brain.

we connected the console to the huge flatscreen, we sat right on the

to the screen as we focused solely on

Kart. He kept

“What were you saying about

at me. “This… did not go

thought it was super nerdy for us to play Mario Kart in these fancy robes on the floor of this expensive hotel suite, but I didn’t want to

spent time alone with a girl just to play a video game since he was in middle

and shifted closer to me. He softly rested his head on my shoulder and pointed toward a bikini set hanging on a chair. “Hey, that’s

he just hanged that bikini set. What’s wrong

even get a chance to try it on. You’d probably have me

not like something similar hasn’t happened before. Aaron is the type of guy who’s never sitting idly. I have no clue where the hell he gets the energy to go at

day.

from behind. “Oh, I’d pin you to the bed? Not the couch, or the

back to that night that Emily ruined. I clearly re- called the image of Aaron f*cking me like

hand up my thigh, his fingers inching under my robe. I slapped his hand,

held down by him again tonight; my back still hurt from last

full of innocence. “I just wanted to

“Shut up!” I held his hand in a vice grip. “You can just find some other girl on the beach to wear this