★FL's POV★
But instead of a man driven by lust, drooling over a free pussy. A fierce laughter ripped from his lips.
"Is this the level your so called crush could take you to?" My heart raced as his grip around my throat tightened. "You liar!" His voice though a whispered was sharp as a whip and with a grin, his eyes burned into mine.
Fuck! Is this bastard trying to press my life out of me?! I thought.
But I remained calm, leting a satisfied moan slipped out my mouth, tilting my head back, robbing my leggings lustfully together, dragging my eyes into my head, pressing myself deeper onto him.
Just as I thought, he groaned, moving his hand from my neck to my face, roughly brushing my lips as his gaze bored its way into my soul.
What a joke you. Your desires indeed meets your monstrosity.
If I had shown the slightest fright, this bastard would have snapped my neck.
Then I softly began, "I'm not lying. I-I-I know I'm not the kind of girl you like and love is definitely not your thing. So—" I let out a hiccup, "So since I was able to talk to you today, —" I licked my lips nervously, eyes still fluttering. "And… having this chance, today… talking to you… having sex with you, no being fucked by you… it's the best option I've got."
"Is that so?" he murmured, the hunger in his eyes flaring up in every second. "I advise you be scared of what I might be." He slowly trailied his gaze down my lips like a predator waiting to strike on it's prey.
Chew into it, so I can watch you die, I thought. 'So I can rip you out of your miserable existence. I briefly glanced at the door, noting the shadows of his men still moving beneath it. If not for them, you'd be choking on your own blood now.
Then I looked and began with a wobble, playful and drunk voice, dragging the words out as I toyed with him. "I don't know… maybe I like… maybe I like being this close. Maybe I like how… you're… so… intense." I moaned softly, leaning back slightly as if I were enjoying his hold, my legs rubbing lightly against his.
He leaned closer, brushing a lock of hair from my face, his voice dangerously low. "So this is what you want… huh? You want this… from me, my dick beating your meat senseless?"
I nodded, tilting my head, lips brushing his jaw. "Yes… if you want it too. If you like… this kind of play." I let my hands wander along his chest, my fingertips grazing under his shirt, teasing his abs.
He hesitated, just for a breath, before the corner of his mouth twitched in a grin. "Fine, but I won't stop even if you begged." His hands on my waist tightened, pulling me against him. As one hand trailed along my lingerie, it brushed over my hardened nipple, sending a wave of goosebumps over my skin.
And just like that, i have got you.
Smiling under my lashes, I grabbed into his hand. "Not here," I slurred, playful, drunk. "Somewhere… private." My hands traced his arms, down to his waist, "somewhere we would not be seen...while I painfully ravish you." I glide my tongue over my lips, slowly biting on it while holding his gaze with sin in my eyes.
Without saying another word he pulled me up, scooped me onto his arm, heading for the VVIP room.
As we moved, I lazily brushed my hair behind my ears and secretly pressed on the button on my earring to notify Akaru to commence while I scanned each passage Zenkai took me through.
Arriving inside, he gently laid me on the bed. "I would love to see the divine you were created with," he murmured.
I chuckled, sliding my hands over his body, slowly moving backwards on the bed, sat on the edge, my legs slightly parted, but I didn't strip, I just sat there staring at him with an intensity that could kill him.
"Why are you in a rush, sir?" I asked. "Why don't you come to me instead and let me show you the kind of pleasure you can get from pain?"
He chuckled, probably intrigued by my boldness.
"You think you can make me hard, little demon?"
"Are you not hard already from just staring at me?" I replied dragging him by the belt.
He smirked at that because it was true. His cock was hard. And it had been throbbing in demand for a while now.
"I guess you know your stuff. Then why don't you come over here," he said, sitting on a chair a few meters away from the bed. "And do your thing."
With a smile, I slowly glided toward him, taking my time, while building the tension on his anticipation. Dropped to my knees, I stripping him bare like I was unwrapping a sinful gift.
My fingers trailed across his skin, sending jolts of electricity through his veins, caressing his thighs, as I headed for his cock at my own pace. His cock twitched, greeting its seducer—its torturer.
With the sight of his cock my heart freezed, what is this a rod?
I glanced up at him, "Sir, you are quite big, " I complimented.
"Can you not take it?" he asked in a low voice.
"I could try,"I replied.
"Then go on." He commanded as his sanity slipped from the wait, his patiences wearing thin. I moved closer and took his dick in my tiny hands, smiling as it continue twisting.
Suddenly, I wrapped my tongue on his dick,
"Ohhh shit," he moaned, sucking his teeth, tilting his head backward, feeling my soft palms as they stroked gently.
"Umm," another moan slipped. He wanted to slam his cock deep down my throat, but i pressed him down,
"If you can't do it, don't start what you can't fini—"
Before he could finish, I pushed my head down his cock, savoring the tip, wrapping her tongue around him as she trailed down, thrusting him deep into my throat.
"Ugh… fuck. Fuck." He moaned his fingers in my hair. Moans escaped him with every move i made, like prayers he has been begging to say in years.
"You're doing great. Keep going," he groaned, tilting his head back. He was close. I felt it. And just when he was about to come, I stopped.