I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 65: Condom?! [R-18+]

Chapter 65: Condom?! [R-18+]

I gripped my shaft, rubbing the head against her slit—up and down, smearing her wetness all over it. The heat of her pussy radiated against me, and I could feel her twitching, aching for it.

Right as I angled my hips to thrust in—

"Co-condom...!" she gasped, her voice panicked.

"...Oh?" I froze, the tip of my dick barely brushing her entrance.

"Uh, it’s a dangerous day today... please, put on a condom..." she begged, her hands flailing toward my chest like she’d push me off.

"Huh, right," I muttered, leaning back.

Shit, she was right. Fucking her raw without asking was a dumb move—basic logic I’d somehow ignored.

I’d gotten so used to going in bare, feeling every tight, wet inch of a pussy without anything in the way, that I didn’t even think twice about it.

But yeah, cumming inside on a day she could get knocked up? That’d be a fucking disaster.

This wasn’t some fake-ass world, it was real, too fucking real. What if I fucked her raw and something went wrong? No condom, no control, shit could spiral fast.

"Wow," I muttered, my head spinning.

"I don’t have a condom," I said, my voice flat as the realization hit me. My dick, still hard and throbbing, slipped away from her soaked pussy, brushing her slick lips one last time before I pulled back.

"Uh, you don’t have any?" Kelly asked, her tone shaky, like she couldn’t believe it.

"Nope," I replied, scratching the back of my neck.

"That... haha..." She let out a nervous little laugh, her eyes darting around like she was trying to process it.

"It’s probably in my bag," she said after a beat, her voice quieter now.

"Hoo," I exhaled, a grin tugging at my lips.

A woman who carries condoms? Damn, Kelly, I didn’t count you for that, but it’s fucking perfect. I lunged for her bag, which she’d tossed somewhere in the room earlier, black leather, crumpled in a heap by the bed.

I snatched it up, my fingers digging inside, rummaging through her shit.

Lipstick, keys, a crumpled receipt, nothing that felt like a condom packet. Growing pissed, I flipped the whole damn thing upside down and shook it.

"Hey, hey! If you just dump it like that...!" Kelly yelped, sitting up fast, her tits bouncing as she reached out to stop me.

"Got it," I said, cutting her off. A shiny foil packet had tumbled out onto the floor among the mess, condom, jackpot. I scooped it up, holding it between my fingers like a prize.

"Put it on," she said, her voice firm now, her cheeks still flushed.

"Me? You want me to do it?" I blinked at her.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"I’ve never used one before." That caught me off guard, honest to God, I’d never fucked with a condom on.

Her eyes went wide, like she couldn’t believe what I’d just said, then her face turned beet red. She ducked her head, snatched the packet from my hand, and ripped it open with trembling fingers.

She scooted closer, her warm thighs brushing mine, and grabbed my dick, still rock-hard and twitching. Her hands were shaky but quick as she rolled the condom down over me.

The latex felt cold at first, then tight, squeezing around the base of my shaft like a damn vice.

Slippery, too, from whatever lube they put in those things. It wasn’t bad... just different, a heavy pressure that made my cock pulse.

"It’s fine, it’s on," she muttered, inspecting her work.

"I’m putting it in now," I said, not waiting for her to catch her breath.

"Uh... ugh!" she gasped as I grabbed her hips and shoved my dick straight into her pussy.

No hesitation, no bullshit, sliding into her was easy now, like I’d done it a hundred times. Her cunt swallowed me up, hot and wet, the walls gripping me tight even through the rubber. Kelly’s moan was loud, raw, spilling out of her as I buried myself balls-deep inside her.

’Ah,’ I thought, a flicker of disappointment hitting me.

This wasn’t the same. Back when my dick had that "size stat of 30"—whatever the fuck that meant in this twisted reality—she’d screamed like I was splitting her in half the first time I’d fucked her.

Now? She just took it, moaning sure, but not losing her damn mind like before.

Squeak- Squeak-

I started moving, slow at first, rocking my hips. Her pussy was drenched, love juice leaking out, coating my cock, making every thrust smooth as hell. The bed creaked under us, a steady rhythm matching my pace.

Squeak- Squeak-

"Huh! Hmm! Hmm!" Her breaths turned jagged, little whimpers slipping out as I picked up speed.

I shifted into missionary, pinning her down, and grabbed her tits with both hands. They were heavy, soft as fuck, spilling over my fingers as I squeezed.

Her pussy clenched around my cock while her nipples hardened against my palms, two perfect sensations hitting me at once.

’Fuck, this condom,’ I cursed in my head.

That was the only letdown. The rubber dulled it, blocked me from feeling her raw, pulsing heat the way I usually did.

Normally, I’d feel every slick fold, every twitch of her cunt gripping me, but this? It was like fucking through a filter.

Still good, don’t get me wrong, my dick was happy, but it wasn’t the full, mind-blowing rush I craved. Regret gnawed at me, but I shoved it down. It still felt decent, and I wasn’t about to stop.

Squeak- Squeak-

"Huh, huh! Ah, I love it!" Kelly cried out, her voice breaking as she arched her back.

I hooked my arms under her thighs, lifting them up, and started pounding harder. My hips slapped against her ass, the sound echoing in the room.

I was getting the hang of it now—finding the angle that made her moan the loudest, driving my cock deeper with every thrust.

The wet, rhythmic sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. Sweat dripped down my back as I thrust into Kelly, her soft skin pressed tight against mine.