I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World-Chapter 103: Say Please

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Chapter 103: Say Please

Tessa let out a sharp, "Oh, shut up," as she propped herself up a bit. Her hand darted down, grabbing my dick with a practiced ease, lining it up with her pussy. I felt this tight, heavy pressure right at the tip.

With a soft pop, she sank down onto me, taking me in all at once. That raw, skin-on-skin connection—damn, it never gets old.

The bed creaked under us as she started moving. "Ah! Oh, shit!" she gasped, her voice breaking into a laugh.

"Ha, you’re really into it today, huh?" I teased, grinning up at her.

"Oh, shut up already," she shot back, half-laughing, half-moaning. "What’s this crap about—ah!—piercing my mouth and pussy at the same time?"

"What’s that supposed to mean?" she yelped, but before she could finish, I thrust up hard, bouncing her back. She collapsed onto my chest, her body trembling, completely out of control. This wasn’t her usual self—she’d normally fight to stay on top, steering the whole thing. Not today, though.

"Fuck, you’re tight," I muttered. Her pussy gripped me harder than ever, and it was hot—almost burning. No booze, no tricks, just her.

"Ahh! Oh God!" she cried out, her breath ragged.

"Feeling good?" I asked, keeping my rhythm steady.

This was a win, no doubt about it. I wasn’t about to let it slip. I picked up the pace, hips working overtime while she sprawled across me, moaning right into my ear.

Seeing her like this—someone who usually held her ground, never backing down—crumbling under me? That rush of power lit me up.

"Gonna kiss you," I decided, grabbing her ass with both hands and pounding faster.

"Ahh! Oh fuck! Ahhh!" Her voice hit a pitch I’d never heard before, wild and shaky. Tessa, tough as nails, making sounds like that—it was unreal.

"You good with dying like this?" I teased, smirking.

"Ahhh!" was all she could manage.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Fuck, yes! So damn good!"

"I’m gonna cum—oh shit!" she gasped, her pussy clenching even tighter. She was right on the edge.

I stopped moving for a second, letting her hang there. "Hey, wait—move, damn it!" she whined, trying to rock her hips herself. It was desperate, but nowhere near enough.

"Beg me," I said, voice low. "Beg me to fuck you, and I will."

"What the hell kind of game is this?" she laughed, breathless and pissed.

"Don’t like it? Do it yourself."

"Asshole," she muttered, still trying to move on her own, hips jerking up and down. She was needy as hell—it was almost cute.

I chuckled to myself. I’d been with enough women to know the trick: you catch them right before they lose it. That’s when they’re yours.

"Fuck me, come on," she finally groaned.

"Say it right. ’Please fuck me.’"

"You’re fucking crazy—ahh!" she snapped, but I cut her off with a deep thrust, dragging her right back into it. Couldn’t let her pull herself together now. It’s all about balance—push too hard, and a girl like Tessa might just walk away. Tease her right, though, and she’s hooked.

"Please... fuck me," she mumbled, barely audible.

"What was that?"

"Please, for fuck’s sake!"

I grinned, slamming into her as deep as I could go. Felt like a damn reward after all this. I wasn’t expecting her to give in like this—not today.

"Almost there," I said, listening to her high-pitched moans fill the room. I kept thrusting, riding the wave with her.

Tessa let out a soft groan, her lips sliding off my dick with a faint pop. She glanced up at me, her eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite place, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Whew. You holding up alright?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.

"Yeah, I’m good. What do you take me for?" I shot back, smirking.

She snorted. "Ugh, whatever." Gripping my dick firmly, she gave it a little shake as she shifted her weight, climbing up. I leaned back, propping myself on my elbows, watching her move. Without missing a beat, Tessa straddled me, lining herself up over my dick, ready to take control.

"Haa..." She sighed, a small, needy sound, as she lowered herself. The bed creaked faintly under us. The tip slipped inside her, and just like that, she owned it—owned me.

"Fuck!" she gasped.

"Damn," I muttered, half in awe.

"Ahh, I love that feeling when it first goes in," she said, her voice dripping with heat. The bed squeaked again as she started moving, rolling her hips like it was second nature. I matched her rhythm, thrusting up slow and steady, letting her set the pace.

"Ha... Sis," I said, grinning.

"Ha... What?" she panted, her eyes flicking to mine.

"There’s something I wanna try."

She smirked, even as a groan slipped out. "Getting bold again, huh? Ngh!"

I thrust harder, making her gasp. "You gonna hear me out?"

"Ha, if you’re about to finish, just shut up and give it to me," she said, rough as ever, her hips rocking faster. She tilted her ass just right, squeezing tight, moving with a skill that still blew my mind.

"Huh... ah, what’re you—" I started.

"You gonna tell me or pull out?" she cut in, glaring down at me.

"C’mon, you lunatic, seriously..."

"Huh?"

"Fine, I’ll listen... just don’t stop!" she snapped, her voice breaking as I hit deep.

"Kyaa!" she yelped, her whole body trembling.

I grinned. "Heh."

"Haa... haa..." She was panting now, her movements slowing but still steady. Ever since that first blowjob, Tessa had been different—less biting, more... hooked. She wasn’t the same sharp-tongued girl who used to brush me off. Now, she worked with me, not just for herself.

"She’s getting addicted to this," I thought, smirking to myself. It started after my size and stamina stats hit 50. One of the girls from an old quest had whispered it to me during our last time together—"She can’t feel anything without you now." I’d logged off after that, laughing my ass off alone in my room. But she wasn’t wrong. The higher my stats climbed, the more women wanted me, and the more I did it, the more it felt... normal. They’d get a taste and couldn’t let go. People chase what feels good—it’s human nature. Took me a while to really get that.

"Haa! So... what is it?" Tessa asked, her voice shaky but curious, her hips still grinding.

"I wanna kiss you," I said.

She laughed, sharp and wild. "You’re insane! Ah, fuck!"

"You don’t want to?"

The bed groaned under us as I kept moving, syncing with her rhythm. She braced her hands on my chest, struggling to stay upright, her pussy gripping me tight. The way she bit her lip, lost in it, was hot as hell.

"Don’t want to?" I pressed, thrusting harder.

"Ahh! It’s not that! I’ll... I’ll do something else instead!" she stammered, her voice cracking.

"Hmm."

"Ah! Shit! Yes!" she cried, her control slipping. She couldn’t take it anymore—her arms buckled, and she collapsed onto my chest, shaking.

"Not bad like this either," I said, chuckling. I wasn’t in a rush to finish anyway, and this shift felt good in its own way. Thinking back, Tessa used to just use me to get off, barely listening to a word I said. Now? She was hooked, trying to please me too. It was messy, sure, but kind of hilarious.

"Ha... alright, then," I said.

"Hngh! Haa! So good!" she moaned, barely coherent.

"Kneel down. I wanna finish all over you."

"Haaa!" She shuddered, maybe not even hearing me, but I’d said it clear enough. Her hips twitched, her head tipping back as she rode the edge.

"Fuck... I’m close," I growled.

"Ngh!"

The buildup hit fast—faster than I expected. I grabbed her, pulling her up off me, her body limp in my arms. Angling her at about 45 degrees, I thrust hard a few more times, making her shake like a ragdoll.

"Ahh!" she cried out.

One last thrust, and I pulled out, jumping to my feet. Tessa slumped onto the bed, legs spread wide in a V, staring up at me with hazy, wild eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips still wet from earlier, a mix of drool and heat.

"Here it comes!" I said.

"Ahh!"

I wanted to paint her face, but I held back, aiming lower—her neck, her collarbone. My dick pulsed, unloading thick streams of cum.

"Ha... haa..." she breathed, dazed, as it hit her.

It kept coming, running down from her neck to her chest, dripping between her tits, coating her skin. My loads were always heavy, and this was no exception.

"Wow," I muttered, catching my breath.

"Ah..." Tessa sighed, staring down at herself, covered in it. She didn’t look pissed, though—huge progress. Back in the beginning, she’d lose her shit if I even switched positions without asking.

"We’re getting close," I thought. The end of this Tessa quest was finally in sight.

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