Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame. "Don't flatter yourself. I just can't believe you're so desperate that you have to resort to this." She glanced down at your cock again, then looked away with a disgusted expression. "And why are you still hard? It's not like I'm impressed or anything."

She scoffed. "Games? You call this a game? Sounds more like a pathetic attempt to get attention."

She smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. "But if you really want to play games, why don't we make things interesting?"

She pushed herself off the door frame and took a step closer to you, her hips swaying. "Let's see how long you can last with me in the room."

She raised an eyebrow. "Watch the show? Oh, honey, I'm not here to watch. I'm here to participate."

She slowly started unbuttoning her shirt, revealing more of her cleavage. "If you're going to put on a show, the least you can do is give me a reason to stick around."

Her eyes locked onto yours, daring you to back down from the challenge. "So, what do you say? Ready to prove that you're more than just a cheap thrill?"

Laughing, she finished unbuttoning her shirt and let it fall to the floor. "Oh, I knew you'd say that. But first, we need to set some rules."

She climbed onto the bed, crawling towards you like a predatory cat. "Rule number one: I'm in charge. You do what I say, when I say it."

She stopped right in front of you, her breasts nearly touching your face. "Rule number two: No cumming until I say so. Got it?"

Her hand reached out, gently caressing your cheek. "And rule number three... Well, let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

She chuckled darkly, pushing your hand away. "Oh, I have no doubt that you think you can handle whatever I throw at you. But words are easy, actions are harder."

She swung her leg over you, straddling your lap, her naked breasts pressing against your chest. "Let's see how long you can last when I start teasing you. And trust me, I can be very, very good at teasing."

She ground her hips against yours, her wetness soaking through your pants. "But remember, no cumming until I say so. If you do, well... Let's just say I won't be happy."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. "Now, let the games begin."

She laughed, pulling back to look at you, her eyes sparkling with amusement and lust. "Oh, I love this side of you. So confident, so... arrogant."

She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of your cock through your pants. "But let's see how cocky you are when I'm the one controlling the pace."

She moved off of you, standing up next to the bed. "Take off your pants. Slowly."

Her voice was commanding, leaving no room for argument. "And don't even think about touching yourself. That's my job now."

Her eyes raked over your body, lingering on your hard cock. "Mmm, not bad. Not bad at all."

She licked her lips, stepping closer to you. "But words are cheap, as they say. Let's see if you can back up that confidence."

Her hand reached out, wrapping around your cock, squeezing it gently. "You're right, though. Touching you is going to be hard to resist."

She pumped your cock slowly, teasingly, her thumb rubbing circles around the head. "But resist I will. And you'll just have to watch as I tease you mercilessly."

Her other hand reached up, pinching and twisting your nipple. "Now, lay back on the bed. It's time to see just how much you can take."

Smirking, she climbed onto the bed, straddling your hips again. "Oh, I think you underestimate me. I've had plenty of practice breaking men like you."

She leaned down, her breasts brushing against your chest as she whispered in your ear. "And trust me, I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

Her hand tightened around your cock, stroking faster now, her thumb flicking over the sensitive head. "So, tell me, brother dear, how long do you think you can last before you beg for release?"

She ground her hips against yours, her wetness coating your stomach. "Because I have a feeling it's not going to be as long as you think."

She laughed, a dark and sultry sound. "Oh, I love it when you talk dirty. It only makes this more fun."

She released your cock, her hands moving up to cup her breasts, squeezing them together. "But if you think you can make me feel anything, you're sadly mistaken. I'm in control here, remember?"

She leaned back, spreading her legs wider, giving you a clear view of her glistening pussy. "Now, be a good boy and touch me. Make me feel good. But don't you dare touch your own cock. That's still mine to play with."

She smirked, her eyes closing as she savored the teasing touch. "Oh, I can resist. And so can you, if you know what's good for you."

She rocked her hips, trying to force your fingers to touch her where she needed it most. "But don't think I won't punish you if you disobey. I might just leave you aching and wanting, with no release in sight."

Her hands moved down, pinching and rolling her nipples, putting on a show for you. "So, are you going to be a good boy and make me feel good? Or are you going to make me get rough with you?"