He watches as she struggles to make it through the match, her back to him as she rides his cock, her hands glistening with sweat, one gripping the PlayStation controller, the other on his thigh trying to steady herself. He’s enchanted by her – by her soft, sweet whispers to herself that he catches the tail end of. By the way her body tenses as she lowers herself back down on his cock, filling her tight little pussy as much as she can, the hungry little slut they know she is just for him.

With her movements he rises off the bed to meet her halfway, hungry for her himself, chasing the frenzied, delicious feeling that comes with easing into her, dulling that ache in his shaft. The ache that slithers right down to his balls, making him clench his muscles tight as pleasure courses through his body. ‘Fuck! Sir…’ Her words come out strained. Squeezing through her clenched teeth only to dissipate around them.

Before he realises, he’s reaching up to her short undercut hair and tugging gently with a fistful – just how he knows she likes it. Her body reacts, jolts. She turns to kiss him on the mouth. Deeply. Passionately. He wraps his arms around her torso, tracing shapes of his own creation on her skin as he works his way to her tits. How does one get here? He wonders. One moment they’re lounging side by side, him reading, her gaming online, playing some third-person-shooter, both naked in the middle of a late, rainy spring day.

Then something clicks. It’s a glance, the way their thigh brushes together. The way her eyes shift into…something primal. Their animals come out, scratching and clawing and wild. He rolls her nipple between his finger and thumb. Stretches it. Pinches it. Slaps it. She giggles. On the screen her avatar is running into walls. She’s losing herself in the moment, finding herself in their forest.

He slaps her across her tits again. Harder this time. The sound of her skin cracking against his open palm, the way she giggles — it’s fucking adorable. And he can’t help the sadistic grin that spreads across his face. Suddenly no touch is enough for him. He pushes her on all fours. The controller moves with them, falls upside down. The joystick clicks forward, her character runs on the spot along the wall.

Through her headset her teammates are confused, talking aloud amongst themselves, wondering what the fuck she’s doing. It’s a relief to slide into her. A relief in his soul, a relief in his cock. Realisation hits him that he needs her, and only her. It’s giddy and wild and comes out of him in uncontrollable laughter. She’s bent over, face grinding into the end of her bed with their every movement. From here he can see the glazed look in her eyes. They’re half shut, unfocused no doubt. Her lips are parted just enough to let out her cries. Cries that coincide with each time he rips his cock out of her only to slide back in.

Before he can process it, his hands are sliding up her back, over her freckles, and clawing their way back to her ass, leaving thin red lines behind. In its wake, he sees the goosebumps travel down in waves across her arching back. He delights in her shiver, can feel it on his own bare back. This only makes him want to feel her more. It’s a need, manic and wild. A thought pops into his mind — he doesn’t know who he is anymore. Something is happening to him, turning him wild.

He grabs her by the hips and they go rolling over, legs tangled. They’re face to face. Her small, gorgeous tits, her wide, manic smile. He growls. Then her arm shoots out, pins him by the chest. He wrestles under her arm, sees her swivelling around ontop of him – then she’s got her back to him, her hands grips his cock. It feels delicious. Different. It’s not just that it’s her hand, it’s more than that. He tries to figure it out but she’s stroking him, grinding into his thighs. He can feel how wet she is. It pushes him forward but the weight of her against his thighs holds him down.

That and her guiding him to her, the sight of her easing onto him, her body wracked with shudders, her fucking adorable little moans filling the room. The sight of her, the feel of her, slips him into a daze. This is unreal, her right now on his cock. When did this dream become living? When did he slip into this state of lucidity? Until the thought arrives. A thought and an order.

‘Pick up the controller.’ He says, his voice husky and raw. ‘Let’s see how well you can go fucking me.’ He can see past her – another match is starting. Her profile is already locked in and ready to go. Her teammates, randoms – not friends – are trying to strategise with her but who cares right now? Not her. Not him. Watching her steadying herself is all sorts delightful. She’s shaking, cooing. Trying to concentrate. Stopping, taking the death just to lose herself in the moment easing onto him and off again, using his thigh as balance.

She tries to shoot another. Fails. Dies herself. Through gritted teeth he hears her competitive trash mouth comes out. ‘Oh fuck you, you cocksucking fuck nugget.’ He strikes her ass. ‘Careful. Keep it up with that mouth and you’ll turn on the mic and let the world hear you.’ She stops riding him. Sitting on him, she turns her head halfway to him. He can’t see past her red hair. ‘You’ll do that? I could get banned.’ ‘Then watch your mouth.’ ‘What fucking mouth?’ She can’t help but let out a moan on the tail end of that sentence. The brat. She’s testing him, pushing his boundaries. ‘Flick on that mic. You’re going to cum like the humiliated slut you are.’ He hears the click of the mic, hears her utter an audible ‘fuck.’ He grins as he lifts his hips and grinds into her.