Page 293 of Mr. Beast


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“Take that!” he said, twisting in his seat as he expertly used the controller.

I hoped his hands know their way around a woman just as well.

“You’re an amateur,” I said, trash talking like the best of them. “This isn’t real football.”

“You can say that again.”

“This isn’t real football,” I repeated then elbowed him lightly.

He laughed.

“You’re funny.”

“That’s not all I am,” I replied, wanting to get past the games to the main event of the evening.

He rested his hands on his legs and turned to look at me.

“Yeah?”

I nodded. He set the controller on the coffee table and turned his body to face me. The tension in the room rose as the fake crowd from the video game cheered us on.

One hand on my waist, he moved in to kiss me on the lips. I sighed as his mouth pressed against mine. His tongue slid in, dancing with mine. Damn, he was a good kisser.

While we kissed, I felt his strong hand slide under my sweatshirt. His fingers found my breasts, squeezing them. I loved the feel of his rough skin against my nipples.

I broke away, staring into his eyes.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.”

He removed his hand and stood up. As I got to my feet, I marveled at his physique. And he hadn’t even taken his clothes off yet. My body ached.

I took his hand in mine and led him from the living room then down a hallway. At the end, my bedroom. I opened the door and we went inside.

Before I had a chance to apologize for the non-existent mess, he turned me around with those strong arms and kissed me again. I thought I would faint.

He lifted my sweatshirt off, exposing my bare breasts. A moment later, his lips were sucking on my nipples, making them even harder. I stepped back.

“Take your clothes off.”

A smile spread over his face as he stripped out of the jeans and sweatshirt. With each part of his body exposed, I became more excited.

“Your turn,” he said, nodding at my pants.

I undid them then turned to slide them down my legs, sticking my ass out in the process. He grabbed and squeezed.

“Nice panties.”

As I turned around, I smiled. He stood in front of me completely naked, his body a damn near perfect specimen of the human male at his prime. My eyes wandered between his legs.

He grabbed his cock at the base and twirled it around.

“You can suck if you want. Most women do.”

“I’m not most women,” I said coyly.

“That’s a good thing.”

I stepped forward. He let go of his dick, rising at the sight of me. Me. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. My bare breasts pressed against his rock-hard chest.

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