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I swallow the lump in my throat and focus my attention on the screen. Nothing about this feels right. I have my character run after Wiz as I try to catch up.

“Everything okay? You sound off today. I haven’t really heard from you since the other day,” Wiz asks.

Gio’s fingers dig into my arm. “Everything is good.” I clear my throat. “I haven’t heard from you since the other day either. You’re not mad at me, are you?”

Gio’s fingers are pressing down to the bone, making me wince. He leans over to whisper in my ear, sending a chill down my spine, “Showtime.”

Chapter

Twenty-One

GIO

It took everything in me not to dive over the table and drag Matteo across it. The only thing that stopped me was that we were at Ma’s. I wanted her to relax and feel comfortable, but Matteo made her feel like shit.

She took it like a champ; I’ll give her that. And it made me fucking proud.

Taking her back to my place wasn’t in the plan, but the thought of having her in my space seemed like it would be the only thing that could calm me down. Until I thought of Wiz playing with her.

So, I led her into my rec room and turned on my system to see what happens.

As soon as she signed on, a notification popped up saying mrfafo is online. She tried to be sneaky and mute the mic without me seeing. That’s where she fucked up because I see everything.

My cock twitches as I think about what’s coming.

My sweet cara has no clue the beast that’s about to be unleashed.

I feel her body shiver against mine as I whisper in her ear.

“No, I’m not mad at you,” Wiz responds. I know he knows better than to tell Bronwyn I know who he is. “I left my shit on thinking I would come right back to it but something came up.”

“Whatever you do, don’t stop playing until I tell you to. Understood?” I say in her ear, my tone low. I sink my teeth into her flesh. My tongue laps at the indentations I left. She tastes like a mix of her body wash and perfume. Her chest is rising and falling when I don’t hear the two little words I’m looking for. I dig my teeth in deeper. Bronwyn winces and hisses through her teeth. “Understood?” I ask again.

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir,” I correct.

Bronwyn swallows. “Yes, sir.”

I rumble my approval. Her body is wound tight as I brush her hair off her shoulder. I gently trail my finger around the back of her neck until I hit the zipper at the top of her dress. I slide it down. The sound it makes can be heard over the game. My cock presses against my slacks when it hits the bottom, knowing I’m one layer closer to having what’s mine.

“You there?” Wiz asks.

“Y-Yeah,” Bronwyn stammers as I unhook her bra. “I’m here.” My hand dances around, cupping her bare breast. I pinch her hard bud between my fingers. Her soft exhale and swift intake of breath let me know exactly how affected she is by this right now. “I need to level up and increase my stamina because I can’t keep up with you.”

I smirk against her skin.

Nice cover.

I release her nipple and withdraw my hand as I lean back against the couch. Bronwyn looks at me out of the corner of her eye, her body wound up even more than before. She tracks my movements as my hand goes to my fly and unzips my pants. I take my aching cock out and tuck my boxers underneath my balls. Bronwyn’s hungry eyes haven’t moved from my cock.

She sucked me like a fucking champ.

I fist myself, giving it a hard yank as my head falls back against the backrest of the couch. I look at her through heavy lids as I continue to stroke. A low groan leaves my lips as I watch Bronwyn lick her bottom lip before biting it.

“What?” Wiz asks through the controller, making her jump.

I low laugh rumbles out of my chest as she turns her attention back to the screen.