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.

huge flatscreen, we sat right on the

the screen as we focused solely

Mario Kart. He kept driving off the track, and I won the first game

gave him a smug smirk. “What were you

rubbed his chin and narrowed his eyes at me. “This… did not

in these fancy robes on the floor of this

just to play a video game since he was

controller 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 a pretty nice set. You should try it

just hanged that bikini set.

pulled back his outstretched arm. “As if I’d even get a chance to try it on. You’d probably have me pinned to the

the type of guy who’s never sitting idly. I have no clue where the hell he gets the energy to go at it so many times

day.

wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. “Oh, I’d pin you to the bed? Not the couch, or the carpet? Didn’t you have fun the other day when I pinned you to the floor-to-ceiling window and

clearly re- called the image of Aaron f*cking me like an animal. Just the memory of that night

ran his hand up my thigh, his fingers inching under my

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

full of innocence. “I just

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