This is one of them.
Usually, I’m particular when playing games. Or, when at my desk, working. Or doing anything of substance. But my curious little mystery in human form is allowed to interrupt me. I dreamed the next time she did, I’d have her on this desk, one way or the other.
As her fingers messily control the keys, her skills start increasing, and her virtual death happens less frequently. Over her shoulder, I watch as an enemy lunges from behind the wall for her character.
“Pay attention. He almost got the edge over you.”
She takes her character around a corner, rifle scanning the next room. While she’s searching the game, my hand shifts to her heat, where my thumb presses against her clit, well aware the sensitive bud never fails to make her react.
I like her reactions. They ease my head.
Right on cue, her lips part on a low gasp, hands momentarily pausing on the keyboard. My goal is to rob her of focus, hercontrol, exactly as she’s done every minute since entering my life, to the point that she loses the game.
When she loses, I’ll win.
I play with her languidly, circling my thumb over her clit. “Go right,” I instruct in her ear, my knowledge of this level urging me to assist. “There’s a room where enemies will charge.”
She turns her character into the direction I’ve indicated and quickly shoots the two NPCs. I reward her by gliding my index finger faster, gathering her wetness to act as lube. Her breathing spikes, her arm twitching, but she manages to keep playing.
“You’re close to winning this round.”
“It’ll be my first,” she breathes, squirming on my lap as my finger ever-so-slowly dips inside her. “I suck at this game.”
Itskby her ear. “Suckisn’t the term I’d use. You’re learning, Fina, and quite aptly too. Proud of you.”Prideis a weird thing to feel for another person. When Anastasia or Vanessa takes someone down, it’s not pride I feel, only relief they’re still intact. Why be proud of someone else’s skills?
But Serafina makes me very fucking proud.
She shivers, her grip on the keyboard faltering before her eyes snap back to attention and she regains control of the game.
I push in deeper, going as far as the angle and the restriction of her clothing allows. My finger curls in whatever direction it can, her pussy clamping with wetness. Her breathing quickens. She’s constantly shifting, my cock hardening beneath her ass. It doesn’t mind we’re doing this in a place meant for work.
If she comes in the next thirty seconds—a timeline I don’t give her aloud—I’ll fuck her. Call it a personal challenge. Numbers always ease me, and once again, they’re about to make everything feel remotely okay.
She takes out another two NPCs before getting hit, quickly tapping the key required to regenerate health, and then shootsthe final few enemies before the screen flashes, declaring her a winner.
Twenty…nineteen…
“Yes!” Her ass does this tempting little wiggle with her cheer, and then she gives a sharp gasp when she changes where my finger presses.
“You did good. You’re getting better.”
“Not as good as you.”
“I’ve had practice. You need more.” Emphasizing the final word, I push a bit harder into her, not so gentle anymore.
I’m on a timeline, after all.
Fifteen…fourteen…
“Start another round.”
She obeys instantly, and I reward her with another finger, her pussy clamped around my fingers. I slide in and out of her faster, merciless.
Ten…nine…
She gasps, rotating her hips on my hand, chasing the thrill. “Lev…”
“Play.” I nip my teeth against her shoulder, slowing until she obeys.
