I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World-Chapter 106: Fuck

Sure, Alex wasn’t some movie star. He was just a regular guy, someone you’d pass by at work without a second thought. But to Emma, he felt... special. Comfortable, yet thrilling, like she’d known him forever but was seeing him for the first time.

She couldn’t explain it. Didn’t even try. All she knew was she wanted this.

For the first time in her life, she didn’t overthink it. She just wanted to be with him. Like, be with him.

Slurp, slurp.

Her heart pounded as Alex kissed her, his fingers smoothly finding the zipper of her skirt. The way he moved, it was like he’d done this a hundred times—not in a creepy way, but in a way that made her melt.

Zip.

Smack.

The skirt slid down, pooling at her feet. Before Alex could glance down, Emma shoved her tongue deeper into his mouth, keeping his eyes on her.

At the same time, her fingers fumbled with her panties, trying to tug them off.

I can’t let him see...

She was wearing these tiny white lace panties—basically a thong. The exact kind Alex had shown her on that shopping site earlier, the ones the model wore. She’d bought them for a special occasion, and tonight, for some reason, she’d slipped them on.

Swish.

Emma wiggled carefully, pretending to be lost in the kiss as she tried to slide the panties down. Better he thought she wasn’t wearing any than catch her in those.

Thud.

"Wait—"

"Huh?!"

Just as she got the panties halfway off one hip, Alex’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist.

"Haaah..."

"What’s... what’s wrong?" she stammered.

Emma leaned in close, trying to block his view of her half-undressed state, but Alex just looked at her, a slow grin spreading across his face.

It was that same grin from earlier.

Like he already knew everything and was just waiting for her to catch up.

"Why’re you taking those off?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Uh, what?" Her heart raced faster than it had during the kiss.

That smile of his. Those brown eyes locked on hers, steady and unreadable. She knew it was impossible, but it felt like he could see right through her—every thought, every secret.

Oh god...

Weirdly, that thought only made her more excited. Emma froze, her hand still on the half-down panties, and took a shaky step back. Her t-shirt was bunched up on one side, barely covering her.

"Those the ones from earlier?" Alex asked, tilting his head.

"Uh... maybe..." she mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

Emma’s mind spun as his eyes flicked down, clearly spotting the lacy edge of her panties. She braced for embarrassment, but instead...

Haa... this is too much...

She wasn’t embarrassed. She was into it. More than she wanted to admit. Part of her wanted to shove him onto the bed right then, rip off his jeans, and... well, see what happened next.

Am I... trying to figure him out?

It hit her out of nowhere—she was searching for something in Alex, something she didn’t even understand herself. But she didn’t care. She just wanted to keep going.

Whoosh.

Emma stopped thinking.

In that hot, messy moment, she made up her mind. No more hesitation. She threw herself at Alex, wrapping her arms around him and holding on tight.

"I... I want you. Like, now..."

She whispered it, then stood on her tiptoes, licking his bottom lip before diving back into the kiss. Alex paused for a split second, like he was surprised, but then his arms tightened around her. He matched her energy, guiding them toward the bed.

Haa... oh god...

Emma let out a shaky breath, half relief, half need, and yanked her panties down with one quick tug.

Rustle.

"Wait—"

"Huh?"

"Hold up," Alex said, chuckling. "Keep ’em on. You look hotter with them."

Slide.

Before she could argue, he grabbed her hand again, stopping her. With one smooth move, he pulled her panties back up, the lace snapping against her thighs. Then he eased her down onto the bed.

"Ngh...!"

The fabric tugged tight, rubbing against her in a way that made her gasp. She collapsed onto the sheets, her body buzzing, barely noticing the moan that slipped out.

"Your hair... you keep it nice, huh?" Alex teased, brushing a strand from her face.

"Haa..."

Smack, smack.

Emma’s brain shut off completely. All she could do was let herself fall into it, welcoming Alex as he leaned closer, ready to see where this night would take them.

....

The room was heavy with desire, Emma’s soft moans echoing in the dim light. ’Fuck, this is way too easy, isn’t it?’ I thought, my lips grazing her bare tits, savoring the warmth of her skin.

My fingers slid lower, teasing her pussy, feeling how smooth and wet she was under my touch.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been fucking around with Tessa lately, but I’m used to this now—a clean-shaven, dripping cunt ready for me.

"Ohhh... fuck..." Emma’s voice was a shaky whimper, her body trembling as she sprawled across the bed. Her breaths were quick, her tits heaving with every stroke of my hand, completely lost in the moment.

Honestly, this was a fucking breeze. If this were a quest, it’d be a D or E-level at best—child’s play. Nothing too hard, nothing I couldn’t handle with my current setup. That’s how goddamn easy it was to get Emma naked and moaning under me.

All it took was showing her some model pics at the mall earlier today. Who the hell would’ve guessed that’d land me here, balls-deep in this? It’s almost pathetic how little effort it took—like an E-level quest, no fucking challenge at all.

My mouth stayed glued to her tits, sucking hard, while my fingers traced slow, deliberate circles, inching toward her clit.

I couldn’t quite hit it yet, but the slick heat coating my fingertips told me she was soaked.

Her panties were drenched, barely clinging to her pussy lips, and I smeared her juices as far as I could, teasing her swollen folds.

"Fuck... ohhh..." Her voice cracked, half pleasure, half shame.

"What’s that?" I grinned, pulling back just enough to meet her hazy eyes.

"N-nothing..." she stammered, her face burning as she tried to cover it with her hand. Typical Emma—shy as hell, cute as fuck.

"Shit, you’re dripping, huh?" I teased, my voice low and rough.

"Shut up..." she muttered, half-laughing, half-mortified. "It’s not... ugh, you know what I mean."

"Yeah, sure I do." I smirked, eating up how flustered she was.

This felt different, though. My memory’s fuzzy, but Emma wasn’t like this the last time we fucked. Back then, she was shy, sure, but... distant, almost cold. Now? She was all in, her pussy clenching with every touch like she was starving for it.

The bed groaned as I yanked her panties aside, sliding two fingers into her tight, wet cunt. She was so fucking snug it made my head spin. "Goddamn," I muttered, more to myself than her.

"What?" Her voice was a breathless squeak, her eyes wide.

"Nothing," I said, smirking. "Your pussy’s fucking perfect."

Her blush deepened, and she let out a soft moan as I curled my fingers, slow and deep. Her body arched, then melted into me, her breaths coming faster, louder. The sounds she made—those desperate gasps and whimpers—were like a goddamn symphony, matching every thrust of my hand.

"Fuck, you’re soaked," I said again, grinning like an asshole.

"Ugh, stop..." she whined, but her lips twitched into a smile. "You’re embarrassing me."

"Why? I’m fucking loving this," I shot back, my grin widening.

The bed creaked louder as I kept fingering her, her hips bucking against my hand. "I-I’m not... oh fuck..." she gasped, her words dissolving into another moan.

"Got a condom?" I asked, my voice thick with need.

"Y-yeah..." she nodded, still panting. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Nice. I brought one too, just in case. What, you think I’m always ready to fuck?" I teased, raising an eyebrow.

"No!" she snapped, all flustered and defensive. "I just... I mean, I have them, okay?"

I laughed, pulling my fingers out of her pussy and unzipping my pants. Emma hesitated for a split second, then rolled over to grab a condom from the nightstand. It was right there, like she’d planned for this shit. I couldn’t help but smirk.

She ripped the packet open, her hands trembling. I tossed my shirt aside, and when her eyes landed on my cock, she let out a quiet, "Fuck..."

"What?" I asked, catching her staring.

"Nothing," she mumbled, her face red as hell as she reached for me, carefully rolling the condom over my dick. The scent hit me—not that gross rubber smell, but something sweet, like berries.

"Smells good," I said, smirking.

"It’s... my favorite," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

I took a second to just look at her—spread out on the bed, nothing but those soaked white panties clinging to her hips.

Her tits were perfect, still perky even lying down, and her slim waist curved into hips that begged to be grabbed.

The way her thighs pressed together, like she was trying to hide her pussy, only made me harder.

"Fuck," I muttered, my eyes devouring her.

She squirmed, letting out a shy, "What?"

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