Hitting On The Man - Ryan Andrews - ebook
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In the game world, absolutely anything can happen, and this time Jane learns the brutal consequences of harassing an assassin.The sexy mom and librarian is craving some hard penetration, and when she enters the game of a genetically modified assassin, she gets what she came for. Rough and sometimes even painful surprises are just one of her kinks, and she closes her eyes as she chooses a game for her eighth gaming trip.When the curvy woman lands in a scientific complex, she immediately notices that one of the scientists is not like the others. After she interrupts the bald man's mission, he seduces the hell out of her, while secretly planning to use her lush body to complete his mission. Jane can hardly believe it when she's viciously double-crossed and tossed to the sadistic wolves to pay the price for the hitman's crimes.~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~Jane came home from a stressful day of smacking her boss's hands away from her curvy ass to find her eighteen-year-old son playing one of his first video games. "Aren't you a little old for this one?” she asked, watching the plumber walk through a haunted house in search of ghosts.Zack shrugged. “No...well, maybe,” he admitted, then put the controller aside to give her his full attention. “Guess I'm just bored, and that reminds me. I've been eighteen for almost a week and I'm still waiting for that new game you promised me."Her brain began calculating their finances, while the thought of a new game to explore perked her up. She grabbed her car keys and jingled them. “You got it, babe. Come on, you drive.”Zack bee-lined straight for the game prequel about a genetically enhanced assassin, and Jane headed for the sales clerk to see about ordering another copy of Damien's game. She'd met the half cyborg in her first game, and as he treated her to the best sex she'd ever had, she fell for the man. Hard. In fact she almost felt like it was love...with a lot of lust sprinkled on top.Unfortunately, Zack loaned the game to a friend and now Jane was feeling a little desperate to see him again. Her thoughts were constantly drifting back to him, distracting her with a maddening regularity.The sales clerk shook his head. “Sorry, ma'am. That game is like, uh, sixteen years old. Why don't you try one of the five sequels? Same main character, same dystopian, cyberpunk society. They're stealth shooter games, too, just like the first one only with better graphics and excellent story-lines.”He handed Jane a game with Damien's picture on the cover and it almost took her breath away. She sighed dreamily and ran a finger over his handsome face. The sales clerk raised his eyebrows and whistled softly, wondering what the sexy woman was thinking. She was the hottest MILF he'd ever laid eyes on.“Uh, yeah. It's sixty-five bucks,” he told her, stepping closer to stroke a finger down her arm. "Why don't you give me your number and I'll text you if the game comes in."Jane's eyes widened as the kid almost her son's age hit on her…at least she was pretty sure that's what he was doing. She'd been with young men before in the video games, but not in real life. However, that didn't stop her from daydreaming about it, and the image of him bending her over the checkout counter flashed through her head. He was thrusting hard, using all of his youthful strength."Dude, do the words 'personal space' ring a bell at all for you?" Zack's angry voice asked, causing the sales clerk to jump a few feet away.As she paid for the game, the clerk discretely slipped his phone number into her hand as he returned her credit card, his brown hair half-covering his eyes. She smiled because he reminded her of Jace, a young outlaw from the cowboy game she entered. Jace had practically oozed charismatic charm, even as he helped to tear the clothes from her body, hogtie her and hang her from the barn's rafters.

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"Hitting on the Man"

Casual (sex) Gamer Series, Book 8

Third Edition

By Ryan Andrews & Randi Holiday

Cover art by Randi Holiday

© 2017, Ryan Andrews & Randi Holiday

~ All characters in this book are 18 or older. ~

Preface

In the Casual (sex) Gamer series, a single mom finds she can live out her fantasies of rough sex, non-consent, abduction, and BDSM. With the help of an enchanted controller, she travels into video games where the characters are usually sadistic as hell, and a perfect match for her. The spunky librarian suddenly becomes an adrenaline-sex junkie who gets a special thrill out of having the hell scared out of her, and thrust into her. Now that she has a way to act out her dark cravings, nothing else will do. Of course, there are times when she wishes for an escape, but knowing that she's always returned home injury free keeps her coming back.

Chapter 1

Jane came home from a stressful day of smacking her boss's hands away from her curvy ass to find her eighteen-year-old son playing one of his first video games. "Aren't you a little old for this one?” she asked, watching the plumber walk through a haunted house in search of ghosts.

Zack shrugged. “No...well, maybe,” he admitted, then put the controller aside to give her his full attention. “Guess I'm just bored, and that reminds me. I've been eighteen for almost a week and I'm still waiting for that new game you promised me."

Her brain began calculating their finances, while the thought of a new game to explore perked her up. She grabbed her car keys and jingled them. “You got it, babe. Come on, you drive.”

They headed to a nearby thrift store that always had a great selection, but it was closed so Zack drove a little farther to a game store. He bee-lined straight for the game prequel about a genetically enhanced assassin, and Jane headed for the sales clerk to see about ordering another copy of Damien's game. She'd met the half cyborg in her first game, and as he treated her to the best sex she'd ever had, she fell for the man. Hard. In fact she almost felt like it was love...with a lot of lust sprinkled on top.

Unfortunately, Zack loaned the game to a friend and now Jane was feeling a little desperate to see him again. Her thoughts were constantly drifting back to him, distracting her with a maddening regularity.

The sales clerk shook his head. “Sorry, ma'am. That game is like, uh, sixteen years old. Why don't you try one of the five sequels? Same main character, same dystopian, cyberpunk society. They're stealth shooter games, too, just like the first one only with better graphics and excellent story-lines.”

He handed Jane a game with Damien's picture on the cover and it almost took her breath away. She sighed dreamily and ran a finger over his handsome face. The sales clerk raised his eyebrows and whistled softly, wondering what the sexy woman was thinking. She was the hottest MILF he'd ever laid eyes on, and there was an air about her that just begged to be fucked.

“Uh, yeah. It's sixty-five bucks,” he told her, stepping closer to stroke a finger down her arm. "I wish my mom liked games as much as you do. Why don't you give me your number and I'll text you if the game comes in."

Jane's eyes widened as the kid almost her son's age hit on her…at least she was pretty sure that's what he was doing. She'd been with young men before in the video games, but not in real life. However, that didn't stop her from daydreaming about it, and the image of him bending her over the checkout counter flashed through her head. He was thrusting hard, using all of his youthful strength.

"Dude, do the words 'personal space' ring a bell at all for you?" Zack's angry voice asked, causing the sales clerk to jump a few feet away.

Her son was big, just like her ex-husband, and she could see why he'd scare someone. Still, she'd always see him as her little boy, even though he now towered over her. She looked down at the game again and wondered if maybe Zack would want that one for his birthday, but looked up to see that he'd already picked out a different game with a bald guy on the cover. It was ridiculous that she didn't have the money to get them both, but she was darn near broke since her divorce.

As she paid for the game, the clerk discretely slipped his phone number into her hand as he returned her credit card, his brown hair half-covering his eyes. She smiled because he reminded her of Jace, a young outlaw from the cowboy game she entered. Jace had practically oozed charismatic charm, even as he helped to tear the clothes from her body, hogtie her and hang her from the barn's rafters. The entire time the outlaws gang-banged her, he'd paid special attention to her clit, making sure she orgasmed repeatedly...whether she wanted to or not. The rescuer in that game was Joe, a gunslinger cowboy. His memory even out-shined the terrifying moment when the outlaws decided to tie her to a cactus and brand her. In fact, Joe made such a good impression, that his picture earned a place beside Damien's on her nightstand.

On the way home, Jane noticed her son had a death grip on the steering wheel and his jaw was clenched. "What's wrong, Zack?" she asked, thinking that if he reminded her of her ex earlier, now that he was pissed, he was the spitting image of him.

"I don't like the way that guy acted with you," he said, steering into their driveway. "Shit, mom. Even my friends do it. They make comments about you all the damn time and it's starting to annoy me."

"Really? I had no idea. Anyway, don't let it bother you. It's harmless," she said, vaguely wondering which of his friends they were talking about. "Oh, and don't swear." They headed inside and Jane went to her toes to kiss his cheek. "Happy birthday, sweetie."

"Thanks for the game, mom. I'm sorry I got mad. It's just that I'm leaving for college soon. Who'll look out for you while I'm away? I mean, you've been acting kind of weird lately and I'm worried. Maybe dad could check on you—"

Jane poked his chest, interrupting him. "Don't you dare ask your father to look out for me, Zachary Holden! Do not even think about it."

"Jesus, alright! I got it, mom," he said, pulling her into a bear hug and kissing her head. "Anyway, I'll be playing the new game if you need me, and Jack might come over later."

"Okay, you have fun. I'm off to bed, sweetie. Oh, and have a nice time with your dad tomorrow...and not one word to him about me."

"Yeah, think I got that mom," Zack said, popping his new game in.

She yawned and flopped down on the bed, closing her eyes while doubting that sleep would come. Somehow, her video game trips had disrupted her sleep and the anticipation of another bizarrely vivid dream made it difficult to doze off.

However, this time she planned ahead. On her lunch break she stopped at the local health food store and bought some melatonin, a supplement to treat sleep disorders. The wellness department lady had assured her that it would help her doze off, so Jane swallowed one then blew a kiss at the framed pictures of Damien and Joe the cowboy on her nightstand.

About a half hour later, she opened her eyes and groaned in frustration. “That stuff doesn't work at all. What a rip off," she grumbled, hopping out of bed.

She smoothed the silky red nightgown that she didn't remember owning and looked around her bedroom. Night had come on, and it was lit only by a brilliant stream of moonlight shining through her window. As she shoved the bedroom door open, dust floated in the air and Jane sneezed then squinted, trying to see in the dark.

Her living room had somehow morphed into an abandoned manor, but she didn't see a problem with that at all. Debris dug into the soft soles of her feet as she headed toward a pair of towering double doors. When she reached for the door knob her halfway transparent hand went right through it. Her gasp came out as a disturbing moan and something uncomfortable tugged at her wrists and neck, effortlessly pulling her feather light body away from the doorway. She was somehow floating, and no matter how hard she tried to move forward, she kept drifting backward.

A chuckle came from the air, although there was no body to make the sound. "Hello, pretty," a low voice murmured as the candles around the walls lit. "Not often I have visitors these days, I wonder why you came here?" A teasing tendril of candle smoke moved towards her, curling around an erect nipple.