The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 215

The counter climbed fast. When the first goal hit, Luna hooked her fingers into the deep neckline and slowly peeled the soft cups down.

Her full breasts spilled free, heavy and flushed, nipples already tight. She cupped them again, squeezingland rolling the peaks between her fingers while the chat lost its mind.

“Happy?” she asked, voice a little thicker.

Before the chat could answer, another massive tip pushed the total higher. King Midas’s username appearing beside it with a message.

King Midas: Show us how wet you are.

Luna’s eyes flicked to the name, then back to the camera. She slipped her hand between her legs, beneath the high-cut lace, and stroked once. When she brought her fingers up, they shone under the light.

“There,” she said. “Satisfied?”

Another tip from King Midas pushed the counter higher, and the chat caught on immediately.

DADDY NORTH IS QUIET TONIGHT

SOMEONE CHECK ON DADDY

MIDAS CAME FOR YOUR GIRL

Luna laughed as she read the messages before lifting those blue eyes directly to the camera.

“Maybe Daddy doesn’t like the mask.”

My hand was already moving.

The amount I sent drove the counter past KingMidas’s contribution, wiping the challenge from the chat almost as quickly as it had started.

Luna’s attention lingered on the new total before she gave a soft laugh. “Oh. Never mind.”

King Midas wasn’t finished. His username appeared again beside a larger amount, and I gave it all of two seconds before entering a figure that shoved my name straight back above his.

OH SHIT

DADDY SAID MOVE

MIDAS DONT TAKE THAT

I barely looked at the messages. King Midas could spend whatever the fuck he wanted, but every time his name climbed above mine, something in me immediately wanted it gone

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The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback

Ridiculous, considering Luna wasn’t mine.

at didn’t stop “Your girl” from slipping through my head anyway.

She seemed to notice exactly what was happening because she shook her head, laughter still lingering in her eyes.

“Nobody owns tre,” she said. “Behave. Both of you.”

That should have irritated me.

Instead. I liked that she’d said it.

She returned to the tip goals. When the second milestone hit, she slid two fingers inside herself with a soft, wet sound, fucking herself slowly while her other hand kept teasing her nipple.

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She talked through it, answering questions, thanking tips, laughing when someone got too graphic but her breathing grew heavier, her pretty blue eyes half-lidded.

A notification sounded somewhere off-camera.

Luna’s attention shifted toward the sound, and after listening for a moment, she raised a finger. “One second.”

She slipped out of frame, and while the chat immediately dissolved into speculation, I found myself watching the empty bed and unfamiliar headboard with growing impatience, waiting for her to return.

Thirty seconds later she returned with a glass of water, mask still in place, breasts still bare above the bunched lace.

“You people survived,” she said dryly. “Congratulations.”

She set the water aside and reached for the final goal.

When it locked, she selected a thick toy from the box beside the bed. She poured a little lube over it, spread it with her fingers, then slowly sank down onto it.

A low, shaky moan left her throat as it stretched her, her eyes fluttering briefly before she looked back toward the screen.

“Fuck… that’s deep.”

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