With a little huff; I hop off the couch and stride to our bedroom. Two scattered drawers and a few outfit changes later, I walk back out in a pair of yoga pants with a low cut tank top that I usually wear to work out in. He likes how my tits practically pop out of the tank top when I’m jogging on the treadmill. I aim towards the room he’s held up in with a little smirk on my face. 'He’s going to give me what I want whether he likes it or not.'
It takes no time for me to stride over and stand near his chair. I watch as he pauses a game, the screen showing several popup windows, one moving really fast.
He looks over at the second monitor as he speaks in his lazy Australian accent, “I’m gonna do that glitch I heard about.”
His fingers fly over the keyboard in front of him as he laughs at what someone says on the chat of his streaming channel. I bite my lip at the little nerdy shit he talks about with his friends. I’ve always found that attractive. Being bold, I maneuver to sit on his lap which takes him by surprise and annoys him a little.
“Babe, I’m trying to play COD here.” There’s just a hint of a whine in his voice that only I can hear while leaning back into him.
“It looks like you’re humping a fence.” I bounce on his crotch for emphasis while watching his character move up and down in place.
He shamelessly raises his hips to press against my ass like he always does, “I’m jumping on it…plus it’s supposed to be a glitch.”
“You’re such a cheater. Can never play fair, can you?”
He kisses the back of my neck with a tease of his tongue, “I never hear you complain.”
I can’t help the little moan that slips out, making him chuckle huskily. He takes a hand off his controller so it can take a hold of my thigh nearest to it as he continues to make the person on the screen bounce. I feel his already hardened cock press into me as he holds me against him.
“How bad do you want my dick?” He whispers in my ear as if already knowing why I’m in here.
Right now I’m so horny that I can’t even voice how bad I want it as another moan comes out. He clicks his tongue in disapproval before repeating his actions from earlier.
“Be quiet or the guys will hear those sexy moans.”
“I can’t help it when you do that.”
“Well, you were the one who decided to interrupt me while I’m busy.” His tone is curt as he bucks his hips.
“Well, you were the one ignoring me when I was trying to get you to spend some time with me for a change,” I hiss at him in annoyance as he decides to be mean and wants me to stand up.
He allows it long enough for him to yank down my pants. The little smirk that plays on his lips tells me that he’s pleased that I decided to leave my panties off. Before I know it, I’m back to sitting on his lap with my legs spread apart. He takes my tank top off before I can even protest and pulls down my bra so that my tits pop out of the top. One hand grabs the game controller as the other one resumes tightly gripping my thigh.
“Since you want to be a little bitch,” he hisses in my ear menacingly, “You’re gonna sit here while I finish my game, then I’m gonna punish you.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his delicious threat as he grinds the fabric of his shorts against my already throbbing pussy. He continues the torture by simultaneously running his hand up and down my side, stopping to grope my tits roughly. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. Whisper-soft moans continue to emit from me as the time passes and I feel like I’m going to combust at any moment. About three minutes later he finally throws the controller down on his desk.
“I can’t concentrate with all those moans and you wiggling on my dick.”
“Mmm, then play with me instead.” I purr in response while bringing his other hand over to help massage my tits.
He squeezes and pinches in all the right spots that drive me crazy whilst at the same time peppering heated kisses all over the side of my neck. It doesn’t take long for him to remember that he has a threat to fulfill. He orders me to bend over his knees. I’m already dripping wet from anticipation by now as he rubs my left ass cheek before giving it a smack hard enough to make me cry out.
“That is for bothering me when I’m busy.” His accent is more prominent as the time passes. He repeats the earlier steps to which my reaction is the same result, but it’s his name this time.