She was deep into her raid when I kicked open the bedroom door. Headset on, mic muted, legs spread wide in that gaming chair with her shorts pushed to the side. Two fingers working her slick cunt while she clicked furiously on the mouse. The screen lit up her face, tits barely covered by a thin tank top, nipples hard from the air conditioning and whatever filthy thoughts were running through her head.
I didn't say a word. Just dropped my pants, grabbed her by the hair, and shoved my cock straight into her open mouth. She gagged once, eyes flicking up at me, then moaned around the shaft and kept playing. Her tongue swirled sloppy and wet, spit already dripping down her chin onto her tits.
"Fuck, you're soaked," I growled, reaching down to slap her pussy. She jerked but didn't stop the game. Her fingers flew over the keyboard while I face-fucked her, balls slapping her chin with every thrust. "Keep raiding, slut. Don't you dare lose that fucking pull."
She tried. God, she tried. But her moans vibrated around my dick every time I bottomed out in her throat. I pulled out, strings of spit connecting us, and yanked her up. Bent her over the desk right in front of the monitor. Her ass up, pussy dripping down her thighs. I lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one stroke.
She cried out, controller slipping from her hands for a second. "Shit—wait, the boss—" Her voice cracked as I started pounding her, hips slapping loud and filthy against her ass. Each thrust shoved her forward, making her character stumble on screen. I reached around and rubbed her clit hard and fast, the way she likes it when she's about to squirt.
"Don't you fucking log off," I snarled in her ear. "Stay in the raid. Let them hear you."
Her mic was still muted, but the way she was moaning, anyone in voice chat would have known. Her cunt clenched around me like a vice, hot and tight and greedy. I fucked her harder, the desk shaking, game sounds mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin. She came first, legs shaking, pussy pulsing and gushing around my cock. Clear liquid splashed down her thighs and onto the floor.
I didn't stop. Pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her back into the chair. Dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs, tongue fucking her through the aftershocks while she tried to pick the controller back up. She tasted like come and sweat and pure need. Her thighs clamped around my head as I sucked her clit, two fingers pumping into her.
"More," she gasped, voice hoarse. "Fuck, give me more."
I stood, lifted her legs over my shoulders, and drove back inside her. The new angle made her scream. Her character died on screen but she didn't care.
Her hands clawed at my back, nails digging in as I railed her deep and rough. Every thrust bottomed out against her cervix. She was babbling now, half gamer trash talk, half filthy begging.
"Harder—fuck me like you hate me—yes, right there, destroy that pussy—"
I flipped her again, bent her over the chair this time, and took her ass. No lube except the mess from her cunt. She pushed back on me, greedy for it, moaning like a whore while I stretched her tight hole. My hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back so she had to watch the respawn screen while I used her.
When I was close I pulled out, dragged her to her knees, and painted her face and tits with thick ropes of cum. She opened her mouth and caught what she could, swallowing with a filthy moan. The rest dripped down her chin onto her tits, mixing with sweat.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looked up at me with that wrecked, satisfied grin, and unmuted her mic.
"Sorry guys, I lagged out for a second. Ready for the next pull?"
I was already getting hard again.
