Reincarnated In ToonTown Chapter 164: Nighttime Activites IV (Patreon)

‘This is bad,’ Summer thought as she stared into Ramon’s eyes and felt his powerful fingers around her jaw, ‘Goddamnit, why do I have to be such a slut for dirty talk?’ 

Ramon paused for a moment, waiting to see if Summer would react, and when she didn’t, Ramon grinned, “Good, I was worried I would have to spank you back into obedience.” 

Summer glared at him but stayed silent, much to Ramon’s chagrin, “That means we can get right to the good stuff.” 

Ramon put his thumb on Summer’s bottom lip and gently pulled it down as he leaned in for a kiss. A soft exhale escaped Summer’s nose as she sighed and reflexively leaned into the kiss before remembering what was at stake. 

But by then, it was too late, as Ramon’s tongue had already infiltrated Summer’s mouth while his hands dropped down to squeeze her plump, juicy peach. It was a lot, but nothing Summer hadn’t experienced before. ‘If this is all he’s got, then those chips are as good as mine!’ 

Summer’s confidence was riding at an all-time high as she waited to see what Ramon would pull out next to try, but nothing ever came. Instead, Ramon kept their lips locked in a rather slow and loving embrace as his hands gently massaged Summer’s ass. 

Soon, a full minute passed of just them making out, and Summer was forced to breathe through her nose, ‘What the hell is he doing? Is he just going to waste all his time making out with me?’ 

Another minute passed of the same treatment, and Summer took another breath, but this time she felt a wave of lightheadedness along with the air, ‘What’s happening?’ 

As soon as the thought crossed Summer’s mind, Ramon struck, as he effortlessly picked Summer up and walked her over to the pool table, where he laid her down. 

Gasping for breath, Summer expected Ramon to climb on top of her, but instead, he remained standing and simply ran his hand across Summer’s stomach, pushing up her shirt and exposing her smooth skin. 

Glancing down at him, Summer smirked, “What are you gonna do, tickle me and hope I cum?” 

Ramon just smiled and started to massage Summer’s stomach, focusing on her navel with firm fingers that he pressed into her, almost like a deep tissue massage. 

At last, that’s what it felt like for Summer. Until Ramon’s fingers pressed one specific spot that made Summer’s lower back lift off the table and her hands ball into fists. 

Summer froze and prayed that Ramon had missed it, but the moment she reacted, Ramon’s fingers paused over that exact spot and pressed once again, causing another jolt of a deep-seated pleasure to shoot up Summer’s spine. 

“There it is,” Ramon smiled as he kept one hand on Summer’s stomach while the other slid down her waist and slipped under the waistband of her shorts. 

Summer exhaled hard as she felt Ramon's fingers brush against the front of her panties, ‘Fuck, it’s just his fingers damnit! There’s no way I get all worked up over this!’ 

Summer screamed in her head as she felt her heart betray her and start to speed up while making her body flush with heat. She could have asked how much time was left, but Summer knew that was a trap, the moment she reminded herself of the time each second would become twice as long. 

‘I just need to endure a few fingers, how hard can that be?’ Summer convinced herself as she felt Ramon start to press and rub his digits across her panties, managing to spread her outer lips and brush up against her more sensitive petals and bud. 

There was no denying that it felt good, and Summer could easily see herself cumming from the stimulation alone if Ramon kept at it. But he had already spent at least four minutes kissing, groping, and massaging her. There’s no way he had enough time. 

Watching Summer adjust, Ramon purposefully lured her into a false sense of security as he fingered, letting Summer believe that was the extent of his capabilities. 

And just when all the tension left Summer’s body, and she fully relaxed, Ramon sprang yet another surprise as he pushed both fingers in deep, nearly indenting Summer’s stomach while nearly pushing his fingers inside her pussy. 

Summer’s eyes shot open, and her legs clamped down around the hand in between him as pure electricity shot up her spine and through her core. In an instant, Summer was on the edge, terrified that one wrong breath would send her over. 

“Feels intense, doesn’t it?” Ramon asked calmly as he continued to press and rub his fingers around, making Summer twist and wind around on the pool table as she tried to escape, “I noticed that you tend to cum most of the time when I bottom outside of you. Figured I'd give this little trick a try, stimulating your womb from the outside while I tease you.” 

Summer's mouth fell open as she gasped, and her back arched off the table, ‘W-what the hell is he talking about? There’s no way rubbing my stomach will make me-’ 

Summer was cut off as Ramon pressed even harder while his fingers slid up and found the unhooded, diamond-hard bud begging for attention, “I know you have a lot riding on this, but I assure you. You won’t regret losing if you just give in and enjoy it.” 

“N-no I w-won’t,” Lois started to insist, only for Ramon to suddenly lean down and seal her lips with another kiss as his fingers started to rub her clit in a circular motion. 

In an instant, Summer was blown away as her entire field of view went white. 

“Damnit,” Tricia muttered in disappointment as she watched Summer’s hips completely leave the table, as she nearly formed a bridge with her trembling legs, “Just how long did she last?” 

“Let’s see, eight minutes thirty-seven seconds,” Megan answered as she glanced at her phone, “I honestly thought she would at least make it to nine.” 

Patty laughed and hiccuped, her cheeks now a dark rosy hue from the nearly fully drained mug in her hand, “L-looks like my little bet paid off. T-thanks for being such a quick shot, Summer.” 

“I changed my mind,” Summer groaned as Ramon pulled away from their kiss, “I don’t like confident and extraverted Patty, I want the shy and sober version back.” 

“Hate to break it to you, but that’s not happening for at least an hour,” Patty informed with a goofy smile, “This drink was waaay stronger than the last!” 

“Would anyone like to donate some chips to a girl who desperately needs another drink?” Summer asked weakly, still sprawled out on the pool table with her arm thrown over her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. 

“I wanna hear how much I won first,” Megan insisted, “What were the odds again?” 

“We never specified,” Ramon replied as he stepped away from the pool table to retrieve the winnings, “But I believe a 3:2 return would make everyone happy.” 

“You mean it would make those two happy?” Tricia corrected, pointing at Megan and Patty, who were grinning from ear to ear, “Especially Patty, she can probably buy all the drinks she wants after doubling her chips.” 

“Let’s see, I won 240 from my last hand at blackjack, plus the 65 I had before that, means I went all in for 305, at a 3:2 return, which means I should have 458 rounded up.” Patty quickly calculated, demonstrating that her drunken stupor hadn’t dulled her intelligence in the slightest. 

“And I bet 75 so I should have…” Megan trailed off and started mumbling under her breath. 

“You won 113 dollars, so just add that to what you had before,” Patty answered after a heartbeat when it became clear that Megan wasn’t close to uncovering the answer herself. 

“Like I said, enough to pay for drinks for the rest of the night.” Tricia complained, “They won’t even have to bet anything!” 

“Then, how about we add a new rule?” Patty spoke up with an eager grin, “For every drink, you need to win at least three rounds of whatever game we’re playing.” 

“You just want people to gamble more,” Megan accused, making Patty gasp, “Why, I would never!” 

“Either way,” Ramon spoke up as he handed Patty and Megan their earnings, “The night is far from over.” 

“And you still have clothes to take off,” Patty called out, and like a rallying cry, Ramon watched a fire ignite the rest of the girl’s eyes, “So I say we get back to the action. Any objections?”