I’m engrossed in my game, sitting in my chair, not exactly ignoring her, but definitely not paying her much attention. Just enough to drive her crazy. She’s been pacing around the room for the last hour, feeling completely neglected and needy. She kisses my neck and face, trying to distract me. “The games can’t be more important than me, can they?” she asks. Without a word, she walks over and slides right onto my lap, straddling my leg.
I don’t even bother to drop the controller. My arms instinctively wrap around her waist, still engrossed in the game. I can’t help but watch her smirk as she wraps her arms around my neck and begins to slowly grind herself against my thigh.
“Is this your attempt to distract me, or are you simply that needy?” I murmur, my voice low as I continue playing, but my focus completely shifts to her and her reaction to me. “Perhaps both, since the game is far more important than me, and I’m dying to feel your touch.” She whispered.
She lets out a soft, shaky whimper, her face burying into my neck as the rough friction of my jeans hits her wet, needy pussy. She starts moving her hips faster, desperate for the relief, completely unbothered by the game audio filling the room. She just wants me, and she'll do whatever it takes to get my eyes off the screen. “God, just pay attention to me, baby… please.”
I let her get a few good, desperate rubs in before I grip her hip tight with one hand, suddenly pinning her completely still right against the hardest part of my thigh.
"You can stay right there," I command softly, tilting her chin up so she has to look at me while she basically tremors on me, "but you don't move another inch until I finish this round, not even a little. Understand?"
She nods, biting her lip as a tear slips down her cheek from how overstimulated and desperate she is to have me, completely trapped on my lap, soaking through her panties and my jeans, and forced to just ache for me until I'm ready to give her my full attention.
