You're just scared of the future.

It was getting harder to focus now. Every stroke of his fingers made your legs clench around his wrist tighter. Back arched against your boyfriends chest in his gaming chair.

It was pure agonizing pleasure.

About an hour ago you entered his office with a water and a kiss to the cheek. you saw he been playing one of his favorite games, geoguessr and he asked you to join him.

So you sat on his lap and it started out wholesome as you both took turns. Until an idea sparked in his head.

“If you can be a good and guess them right, ill reward you, yeah?” he had said.

the more you had guess right or, somewhat close to the pin, the more bold his touches got. Until eventually he was slipping a hand into your panties and expertly started to fingering you.

You were practically soaked through your underwear with the amout of teasing he was doing. Fingers circling your clit slow and easy. It made your toes curl.

He had ripped your sweatpants some time ago, leaving you in just your underwear and his old t-shirt you loved wearing just to give a rise out of him. Which seemed to work in your favor. because now you were shaking in his lap and throwing your head back.

He was quick to hault his movements, already moving slowly on your clit but stopping all together now.

“None of that.” he used his free hand to grab your chin, gently guiding you. “tilt your head back up, look at the screen baby, where is that?” he snapped you out of your daze, you let out a whine as you drag the cursor over the map.

You had no clue.

The longer it took you to search the terrain, it prevented his fingers from moving. You tried to pursued him to continue by shifting your hips. he wasn’t having any that. Grabbing your waist with his free hand and squeezing the exposed flesh there to get you back on track.

“Be a good girl. don’t. move.” he hissed in your ear. You immediately sat back up with a mewl.

Not being able to think straight. You dropped the pin in a random location. That was completely wrong. You guessed Belgium, when it was some spot in Finland.

“Try again baby, im not moving until you get it right.” he urges. his hand kneading the inside of your thigh encouragingly.

Wanting nothing more than for him to just do something. Anything but stop. You waited for the next map to load up with a new location.

This time it dropped you in an all too familiar spot.

St. Paul’s cathedral, dead center in the distance of the picture and the surrounding river. The Millennium Bridge in London. As quickly as you could zoom into the map and place the pin, you were off by at least fifteen meters from the exact spot.

“good girl,” he purred in your ear. “do the next one.” and his fingers began their sweet movements once more. Making a show of adding more pressure against your bundle of nerves. causing you to let out a moan of relief.

The next one was a bit harder. Somewhere on the road in the middle of a field. You quickly just guessed around the south america region, and you somehow got lucky having it only be a thousand kilometers off.

His fingers shift to your wet entrance, circling until he felt like his teasing was enough and the tip of his skilled calloused finger from guitar playing gathered your slick.

The roughness adding on to the pleasure growing and growing.

The next one you got really lucky getting right because you were too busy with the feeling of his finger sliding inside you with ease because of how wet you were.

“Fuck darling, you’re soaking wet for me. feels that good huh?” he groans. he begins curling at just the right pace. You gasp at the touch, hand gripping his hair. his face in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your neck. you grind down onto his digits, trying to build up that burn in your gut once more. His smiles smugly against your skin. He knew what he was doing to you.

Your eyes are glossy as you stare at the blurry screen. Scanning around until you come across a flag. You’d heard about countless time from your boyfriend. The red and white striped cloth making you know straight away it was Poland.

You just picked somewhere in the middle and you were off by a mile or so. Luck was definitely on your side.

By a miracle the round is over and you could not be more relieved that you’re throwing your head back against his shoulder.

He peeks his eye to see why you were laid back. You got it right, and he gasps at the screen saying you won the match. Proud, he kisses your cheek and starts picking up again.

“Thats my good girl. my smart girl.” he praises. Your legs beg to shake from the building pressure and his words. It was almost too much when he adds another finger inside you. Rapidly curling into that spot that has you seeing stars.

Letting the screams and whines fall from your lips as he brings you closer to that edge. You can feel your body begin to tremble.

“I think you deserve to cum for doing such a good job. So good for me, always so good. You wanna cum for me baby?” he whispers.

You can’t even let out a coherent response, so you just nod. Tears squeezing in the corners of your eyes. Clenching around his fingers as he picked up the pace. Reaching deeper. Drool coming out the side of your mouth as your eyes roll into the back of your skull when he hit your cervix over and over.

Nothing but the sounds of squelching and your whines filling the small room. He was practically wrecking you in his office chair and you didn’t care one bit. Just the feeling of his fingers was enough to make you forget about anything else.

Your eyes looked up locking into his pleasured, almost pleading ones, as he watched you fall apart on his fingers as he fucks you dumb.

“come on baby, cum for me. Want you to make a mess on my fingers. Fuckk- you’re practically squeezing me. come on.” he gruffs out. Not slowing his pace. Thighs squeezing and trapping his hand as you let out a squeal.

The pit in your stomach snapped instantly at his words. making you tighten around his fingers squirting your arousel all over his hand. He leans to envelop his lips with yours in a messy kiss. Muffling your screams down his own throat.

Legs falling open and then your collapsing against his body.

His fingers slowing as the high of your orgasm washes over you.

Pulling away he gives you one last kiss before admiring your hazey expression. Legs splayed out in his lap, soaked panties, hair messy, and eyes pleading up at him. Clinging onto him, you’re nuzzling his neck with your nose for comfort.

“always so good for me baby. He coos. Smiling back with your eyelids half open as you hum.

“Think you could go one more round, cum on my fingers again? then ill reward you with my cock darling?” he asks. hand starting back up again.

You were gonna be here a while.

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