Once I realize he is going further south, all the fuzzy feelings leave me. I have never had that done before, and I am not sure I want to try it now. I clam up, but my insides are still burning with need. I don’t know what to do because there is no way my legs are spreading. At this moment, I hate being so inexperienced.
Zerro obviously notices my hesitation as he pulls away, his eyes seeking mine.
“I haven’t ever…” I trail off, completely embarrassed with myself and lack of sexual conquests.
He smiles, and I’ll be damned if my insides don’t jump up and down. “It’s okay. I will be careful; I promise I won’t hurt you. Just let me in…” His breath is deliciously hot against my skin. I know, even if he doesn’t say it, that this is part of the agreement that I came with him for this.
Spreading my legs, just the slightest bit, I bite my lip hard to stop myself from crying out. The simplest movements have me on the edge.
He looks down at me, a hunger so deep and primal within him that I wonder if he has changed into an animal.
His eyes linger over my pussy before coming back up to mine.
“You’re beautiful and untainted… You really are mine in every…single…way.” His fingers separate my folds before I hear him drop to his knees. All I can feel is his hot breath on my entrance. I close my eyes as confusion and lust fill every pore of my body. I can’t help but feel like I am betraying myself. I want him, I will admit, but to want him this badly after all that he has done, after only knowing him a short time… Is it wrong?
I am not given the chance to answer my own question. His tongue slips between my folds as he gives me a full lick from bottom to top. Biting my lip hard, I try my hardest to not let the moan escape, but some of it did.
“Tell me, does this feel good?” he questions, his thick finger entering me slowly, so slowly that it almost hurts.
“Ahhh…” Is all I can say as he slides in and out of me so slowly I would much rather have him put that gun to my head again.
“Or this?” His tongue dives in as he pumps in and out of me. He sucks my clit into his mouth while nipping on it tenderly. I am on the very edge, but he somehow stops me from coming.
“Please…” I pant out. My hands go straight to his hair. It is soft and makes me want to do so many more things than what we are currently doing.
“Am I a monster, Piccolo?” His voice is just above a whisper. When I don’t answer him, I hear his growl and feel his assault on my clit.
“Yes….Yes…Yes…” I scream. I am so close to getting my release. I feel myself growing wetter with every slip of his finger inside.
“I am?” he questions with amusement in his voice. He is having fun torturing me, and that alone makes him a monster. His finger withdraws from me only to be replaced by his tongue. He swirls it around, dipping it in and out. Never giving me enough…
“I’m dying…” I groan. I feel as if I am dying since my body is on the verge of climaxing, but he won’t let me get there.
“Death, Piccolo, wouldn’t be nearly as peaceful or pleasurable,” he purrs against my clit, giving it one last tug before he inserts two fingers inside me. He pulls his face away as he places one hand on my lower abdomen and uses his other to plow in and out of me.
“Fuuuuuck…”
“Yes?”
“Yes… Yes… Yes…” I feel my ass cheeks sliding across his desk. The intensity of his thrusting with me pushing against him pushes me over the edge. My insides clench and the burning consumes me as a deep warmth radiates gloriously throughout my body.
I feel myself falling back down to earth. My eyes are heavy, and every part of my body feels as I have been through the wringer. I smile blissfully. He may be an evil man, someone who kills people with his hands and guns, but he definitely knows how to pleasure a woman. He can cause you extreme pain or bring you to great lengths of pleasure.
“Coming back down to earth, Piccolo?” he teases, his tongue running across my stomach, dipping into my belly button. I tense as my body is still reeling with aftershocks. I can’t handle anymore, and I whimper as I pull my legs together.
“You’re a monster…” I growl, sitting up. I take in his messy hair and the dashing smile on his face. His eyes twinkle with darkness, need, and even a want deep within. I smile smugly to myself as I realize I affected him this way.
“I am. This I already know. I possess the tools to kill someone with pain or pleasure.” His words are like silk to my insides, melting me over and over again. He doesn’t even have to touch me. This is dangerous; he is dangerous.