I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 91: Power Shift [R-18+]

Chapter 91: Power Shift [R-18+]

Tessa leaned in closer, eyes glinting with mischief. "I don’t ever use my mouth."

Her words landed like a sucker punch, and my mind reeled. Great. This just went from hard to damn near impossible.

I stayed quiet, trying to process, but she wasn’t done. "I’d rather do this instead."

"Huh?" I barely got the sound out before she moved.

In one smooth motion, Tessa shifted and pressed herself against me, my erection trapped between her cheeks, still hugged by that tight tracksuit. The heat, the pressure, it hit me like a wave, way more intense than I’d expected.

I forced a laugh, keeping my cool. "Nice try, but that’s not gonna cut it."

Her lips curled into a smirk, sharp and confident. She climbed on top, straddling me, then grabbed the waistband of her pants and peeled them down slow, like she was unwrapping a gift she knew I couldn’t resist.

"Oh, and I’ve got these ready," she said, dangling a pair of handcuffs in front of me. "Gonna hold ’em tight and give you the VIP treatment."

Thud.

My brain short-circuited. No panties. None. Just bare, pale skin and the smooth, hairless curve of her right there, inches away.

Before I could catch my breath, she yanked her pants off the rest of the way and tossed them over my face, soft fabric brushing my nose like some twisted tease.

"What the hell’s this?" I muttered, voice muffled under the makeshift veil.

She laughed, low and taunting. "You love it, the smell, the thrill. Special perks for my favorite little perv."

What was her deal? Always one step ahead, always screwing with me like it was a game she’d already won.

Fine. Game on.

I took a sly, deep breath, catching the faint trace of her scent on the pants, and made a silent vow. Doesn’t matter how long it takes, I’ll flip this. One day, you’ll be the one breaking, begging beneath me.

A sweet, familiar scent hit me as Tessa chucked her pants at my face. It was her smell, warm and personal, blended with a soft, cozy hint of fabric softener that made me feel oddly at home.

"Man, I’ve been here before..." I muttered to myself.

Even as the thought crossed my mind, my nose wouldn’t quit. I kept sniffing the pants like it was second nature. Weird, right?

Then, out of nowhere, I shook myself out of it. I twisted my body, letting the pants slip off and land next to my head.

First thing I saw? Tessa. She wasn’t sitting, wasn’t standing, just frozen in this awkward half-crouch, eyes locked on my dick.

"Hmm," she hummed, low and curious.

She must’ve felt me staring, because she snapped out of it, reached down, and wrapped her fingers around me.

squeak—

With one smooth move, Tessa lifted it, shifted her hips, and slid me right inside her.

A sharp, wet sound bounced around the room as the tip, already slick from her spit and juices, brushed against her. She was drenched down there.

The heat of me met her warm, sticky, shaved pussy. It parted for me, swallowing the tip like it was made to fit. I was starting to get used to that feeling.

"Ha... ha..." My breath hitched.

Creak,

Her walls tightened, squeezing me just right, and this strange, shaky moan slipped out of her. I’d heard it before, the same desperate sound every woman made the first time I slid in. Like they couldn’t keep it together.

"What... ha..." she gasped.

"Why?" I shot back, smirking.

"No, I mean, ugh, never mind..." She trailed off, flustered.

She’d barely taken me in, a third, tops, and she was stalling. Her pussy twitched, gripping what little was there, like it wasn’t sure what to do next.

squeak— squeak—

"Ha!!" she yelped.

I watched her hesitate for a split second too long. Screw it. I grabbed her waist and slammed myself all the way in. Her eyes went wide, her body dropped down hard, and she threw her head back with a loud, "Oh God, this is too much...!"

squeak— squeak—

"Ha, ha!" she panted, squirming like crazy.

Her hips twitched, and she lost it, writhing on top of me like she couldn’t handle it.

Lately, I’d been piecing something together while grinding through quests and boosting my stats. Women? They’ve all got their kinks, their little preferences. It’s like picking out clothes or food, everyone’s got a favorite.

But here’s the thing: if you’re stark naked with nothing to wear, or starving after days without a bite, do you really care what’s on the table? Nah. You grab whatever’s there and make it work.

That’s how I saw it with us. Sex was the same deal.

Even the hardcore types, sadists, masochists, whatever, aren’t numb to it. They just light up faster, burn hotter because of what they’re into.

squeak— squeak—

"Ahh! Ohh!" she groaned.

Point is, hit them with pleasure that blows past their usual limits, and no woman’s walking away unmoved. They feel it. They love it. No exceptions.

And me? With stats all over 60, my dick was like a cheat code, smashing through every preference, every boundary, no questions asked.

"Phew. You good?" I teased, catching my breath.

"This... this is... holy crap...!" she stammered, voice breaking with a little at the end.

Tessa shoved her hips down hard, pinning me with her weight, trying to take charge and slow me down.

Fat chance. It didn’t faze me one bit.

She could squirm all she wanted up there, I kept pumping, steady and relentless. Every time I buried myself deep, she’d let out this raw, happy moan, totally lost in it.

thump— thump—

"Ohh! Haha! You’re insane, you jerk... " she half-laughed, half-cried.

"Phew. What, you like this insane jerk pounding you?" I grinned.

"No way that’s, ugh! Haha! " she fired back, but her body was saying something else.

A smug little smile crept up my face. Sure, I was tied up, but who was really running this show? Still, the angle was killing me. Felt familiar, though, like I’d been stuck like this before.

squeak— squeak—

"S-stop moving, haha! That’s it... " she begged, her voice cracking, each word a struggle.

Hearing her curse down at me, spitting out dirty little jabs, should’ve turned me off. But nah, it was still my jam. Tessa was hooked on this, flailing between loving it and trying to keep her cool.

"Phew. Damn, you’re gorgeous," I breathed.

There she was, perched on me in a white tank top, one breast soaked from my spit, the rest of her bare. Her legs spread wide, showing off that smooth, shaved pussy, everything about her screamed perfect chaos.

Her head hung low, short light-brown hair spilling over her face, hiding her eyes. But every thrust I gave? Her cheeks flared red, I could see that much.

Creak, Creak, Creak, Creak,

"Ahh! Haha! This is nuts, for real... " she wailed.

I didn’t let up, hammering away like I’d never stop. Tessa clung to my hips, teetering on the edge, barely keeping herself upright.

"Phew. Let loose, and I’ll make it even better," I taunted.

"Ahh! Shut it, all of you! " she snapped.

"Huh?" I blinked.

thrust—

"Kyaa! Haha!" she squealed.

She caught me off guard mid-sentence, hoisted her hips, and slammed me in deeper. Next thing I knew, she tipped forward and crashed onto me.

thump— thump— thump—

"Kyaaa! Haha! Ohh... " she sobbed, clutching my shoulders, trembling as I kept going.

She was a mess on top of me, and we were so damn close.

"Argh! Ugh! Damn it..." Tessa’s rough voice growled right next to me, grating on my nerves even more. I wasn’t looking straight at her, but I could easily picture it, her shaved pussy taking me in and out as she lay face-down, her body rocking with every thrust.

The sight of her wet, open pussy swallowing me whole flashed in my mind.

"So, you like it that much?" I teased, voice low.

"Argh! You crazy... bastard... ahhh!" she shot back, her words breaking apart.

thump— thump—

I didn’t slow down, keeping the rhythm steady as I drove into her. Tessa stayed sprawled over me, sobbing softly, too wrecked to even think about getting up. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, and damn, that felt good.

Heh. This is it, I thought, smirking to myself.

"Hmm!!" she gasped.

squeak—

"Haaa... haaaa..." Her breath came out in shaky waves.

"Huh?" I tilted my head.

Tessa let out a scream-like moan and arched her hips up. Bad timing, though, real bad. My dick, perfectly buried inside her, slipped out with the move. She let out a low, frustrated sigh and slowly pushed herself up.

"Ha... ha... ha," she panted.

"See ya," I mumbled under my breath.

I tried lining myself up again, but lying there without my hands free? No chance. Tessa’s breathing steadied bit by bit, and soon she was back to normal.

"Hey, cut the crap," she snapped, suddenly all cool and collected like she owned the room. Just a second ago, she’d been gasping and trembling on my dick, now she was acting tough. It was almost funny how fast she flipped.

Guess I messed up pulling that item, I thought, shaking my head.

"What, you think you’re hot stuff just ’cause your dick’s big? Pfft," she scoffed.