Playing God

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Angela Caperton

ISBN :00348

Page :42

Word Count :8400

Publication Date :2011-05-30

Series : #

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Available Formats : Playing God (pdf) , Playing God (prc) , Playing God (epub) , Playing God (mobi)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance

Product Code: 00348

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Cybersex is part of every online world. For the support staff of the popular game Sorcery!, voyeurism is part of the job, but when the annual Sorcery! convention comes to town, Swan and Haylie, two “Game Guides”, take the opportunity to merge the virtual world and the real world with two attractive, sexy players, and passion becomes more than a matter of explicit fantasy.

Hold on. Swan typed to Haylie and tapped more keys. A woman's laugh bloomed in his ear buds and he linked Haylie into the voice channel so she could hear the handsome lord and the wicked bandit on the screen.

"Jesus," Lord Wimsleydale panted, removing his breastplate. "I can't wait."

Monika's player gasped and Swan imagined her fingers in her pussy. He had seen pictures of Monika in real life on a fansite. If the pictures really weren't lies, she was a full-figured, intense-looking redhead in her late twenties with nice breasts and a smile that could melt ice cream. Her on-screen avatar was a redhead too, and her breasts were equally impressive as were her hips and the arch of her back. She was a romantic paperback cover brought to digital life as she disrobed down to her unremovable underwear, protection against the moral outrage of parents and Grand Theft Auto ambulance-chasing lawyers. Lord Wimsleydale stripped to his black jockey shorts and the two perfect bodies stood as close to each other as they could.

"My hand is on your breast," the male voice on the Shout Link breathed. "I'm rolling your nipple between my thumb and my fingers, and my other hand tests your pussy, tracing the lips. Are you wet?"

"I am," the redhead's voice echoed the words bubbled above the digital avatar's head, "wet for you. My fingernails rake your chest, downward, almost tickling the hard muscle of your stomach. I bury my fingers in the tangle of your pubes, but I don't touch your cock. No," she purred. "Not yet."