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She’d quit more times than she could count, but with new and seasonal events popping up, new monsters, new missions, she just kept going back for more. Then again, she could never deny being a masochist.
She hadn’t even answered before she heard the familiar whirl of the PlayStation firing up. She heard Miles utter a curse under his breath, and glanced up to see that accursed white bar.
Fucking updates.
I mean, sure, the new games consoles had amazing graphics and had come so far since the old days, but having to wait… she glanced at the bar with a sigh, her tired eyes too blurry to make out the number… having to wait to play a game because there was a software update was infuriating. Almost as infuriating as that joyful moment of pulling a new game from the box, eager to play, only to have to wait forever for updates and installations.
Long gone were the days of watching the intros to several new games on the system before deciding what to play, not unless you wanted to wait all day for each and every update each new disk seemed to demand. Okay, maybe she was exaggerating slightly, but was it too much to ask just to put the disk in and for it to play? It could be worse, she guessed.
She could always buy digital content, maybe that wouldn’t need the tweaks. But there was just something about owning a physical copy that made her feel all warm and happy.
“Whatever happened to plug and play?” she muttered, remembering the good old days when you put a cartridge or CD into something and it just played, without having to wait for hours.
“Shall I go fetch my pipe and slippers? Clearly we’re old now.” He nudged her shoulder playfully. “It’s only a little one. Fifteen minutes tops.”
“I don’t think I can wait that long to play with a joystick.” She smiled slyly, her hand sliding down his chest as she gracefully lowered herself to her knees, caressing the ripples of his firm muscles until her fingertips found his waistline.
She slowly pulled at the waistband, separating the buttons of the fly as she bit her lip, eyes fixed on his heated with desire, her tongue darting out, moistening her lips in anticipation.
God she loved that look. The hunger in his eyes as he looked down at her caused a rush of warmth through her core, pooling as liquid heat between her legs. He was her own personal aphrodisiac, a single look and she was his to command. She always had been, always would be. There was no one else, just him, and she would never take a second of their time together for granted.
“May I use my hands, Master,” she asked, her large eyes looking up at him with an innocence that defied the pure lust tracing through her. He smiled, nodding, weaving his hands through her hair, keeping her eyes on him.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, massaging gently as her tongue lapped gently at his tip, teasing him as she moved her hand up and down in slow, sensual movements, adding the slightest twist, causing his breath to shudder delightfully with light flicks of her tongue, paying special attention to the areas which never failed to cause his cock to seek her lips for further attention.
His hips twitched as her tongue swirled around the tip. She loved watching his reactions, watching the way he responded to her touch, the way his eyes hooded with pleasure.
His pleasure was hers, it ignited her, each moan that left his lips each ragged breath did things to her she could never explain, fulfilled her in ways she could never express.
Raising her hand, she cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she finally sucked him into her mouth. Encouraged by his groan, by the way his hand tightened in her hair, she began to move quicker, the tip of his cock probing the back of her throat as his masculine scent consumed every breath.
A moan escaped her lips as the salty flavour of pre-cum rewarded her effort, but she was far from done. She loved to make him wait, take him to the edge, drawing out the pleasure, changing the rhythm or action, or simply stopping to pull him from her lips, to focus attention on his testicles, or lick and tease his shaft, before he found his release.
A sharp tug of her hair created a sensual burn in her scalp, warning her he knew what she was doing. Her smile was hidden as she took his cock between her lips again, working it in the way he loved, the way that filled the air with that chorus of moans, that quickening breath that made her panties damp and insides ache.
Her eyes watered, breath stilling as she took him further, relaxing her throat, pulling back for a breath before taking him again.
Miles’ grip on her tightened, his eager hands now guiding her, using her throat for his pleasure, showing her that despite her playtime, he was in charge,hewas usingher. A jolt of thrill shot up her spine as he once more displayed his dominance, his possession of her.
“Touch yourself. I want you to come with me.” Ivy obeyed without thought, dropping her hand from his testicles, sliding it inside her damp panties through her wetness. Another moan escaped her as his pace quickened, using her, fucking her mouth like it was a toy for his pleasure. Her fingers matched his speed as she pleasured herself and gave her body to him to use for his every whim. She loved belonging to him. She felt complete. Whole in a way she had never experienced before.
Her moans around his cock teased deep rumbles of pleasure she felt vibrating through him as his cock jerked in her mouth. Her body tensed, the tingles of pleasure rising within her. Her tongue laved against him. She sucked harder, knowing she wouldn’t last much longer.
He swelled within her mouth as she teetered on the edge, the feeling of his hot come flooding into her the final weight to tip the scale. Her moans of pleasure clamped her lips against his cock to draw out his deep groan as she drank him down, continuing to lavish him with attention until he pulled himself from her lips, stroking the top of her head affectionately. “Good girl,” he praised, bringing heat to her cheeks. Hearing those words from him never failed to cause a response, make her squirm and fill her with pride. She would always be his good girl. Well, almost always.
“Thank you, Master.” She grinned up at him as he offered her his hand, pulling her to his feet. “I’ll fetch us a drink. You can take the first mission.” The PS controller was placed in her hand just seconds before Miles made his way towards the kitchen.
Ivy sank down on the sofa. This, right here, right now, was everything she could ever want.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ivy pulled herself up to her tiptoes, brushing her lips against Miles’, breathing in his scent as she stole just one more kiss. God, she loved the way he smelt. It was why, even now, as she stood saying her goodbye, she was wrapped in one of his hoodies, so when he left through that door his scent would still surround her. She knew he should have left several minutes ago, but she just wanted a few more seconds, a few more sweet moments.
In just over a week she’d be walking down the aisle. It wasn’t as if she had time to be bored, but her heart and soul would always miss him, no matter how long they were apart. She felt his absence deep within her soul.
“You know, you could always come with me.” Her eyelids fluttered closed as he traced her jaw with his fingertips, a soft feather-light touch that almost bent her to his will. She knew he wanted her there with him, but he was trying to respect her decision. That didn’t mean he was beyond offering a little temptation.
When Bay Legends had offered a free all-access pass to the event, Ivy had to admit she’d been tempted, and the promises Miles had whispered in her ear had been like the icing on averydelicious cake. But no matter where they were, she was always the centre of Miles’ focus, and there was no way she’d risk his attention wavering from his job for even a second.
