Playing The Game

P L A Y I N G T H E G A M E - C H A P T E R 9

Chapter 9

"What the...what the fuck!" Veronica squeaked, her voice sounding like she sucked in air from a helium balloon. She let out a long shrill cry before she let her head fall back on the pillow. Sweat covered her body making her shiny black hair stick to the sides of her face.

It felt like she was giving birth more than taking dick. Casper had her legs wide open, pushed all the way back up to her chest while she held onto her legs keeping them open for him. Casper had his hands over hers making sure she couldn't run from it while he stroked her like it was the next best professional sport behind boxing.

Even after all these years, it was easy to get Veronica in bed like she was still his girl. They had only exchanged numbers last week when they ran into each other and that week hadn't even passed before Veronica was blowing up Casper's cell to "catch up" on old times; and now here they were in a Hilton Inn hotel in a master suite, with Veronica getting her back blown out.

According to her; she was playing a dangerous game with her life because she was suppose to be at work right now by her husband's side since she worked at his courthouse as his assistant; but she told him her aunt had a heart attack and that she needed the day off to go visit her. When truly she was having an affair with an ex-high school boyfriend she never stopped thinking of.

"Mm-hm! Mm-hm!" Veronica moaned, licking two of her fingers to rub her clit in a circular motion.

Casper smacked her hand away making her groan in torture like she was getting a finger cut off.

"You bad lil' bitch, take this shit," Casper grunted, letting her legs go and quickly pulling her down all the way to his pelvis where he continued to fuck her mercilessly. "Yeah, that nigga don't fuck you like this do he."

"No."

"Do he?!"

"No!" She cried.

Casper smiled as the sound of their skin meeting got louder when he began thrusting into her quicker and harder.

"Oh my God!" Veronica said so fast it sounded like one word altogether. "Oh my God! Oh my God!"

"Thug Ave" by Blow Russo came ringing from Casper's cellphone that was moving about on the bed like it had a life of it's own. Amal's picture and her name came up on the screen of his iPhone 6.

"Casper fuck me! Baby ooh gosh fu-"

Not missing a beat Casper put his hand over Veronica's mouth and slid the green icon across the screen to accept the call. He quickly touched the speaker button never stopping his vicious strokes for even a second.

"Amal shawty, what's good?" He grunted.

There was a long pause on the other end as Amal sensed something. "...Hey baby, why you talking like that?" She kind of laughed.