Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I’m 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 not to let the moan escape, but it echoes throughout the room loudly.
“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 manage 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, tenderly. I’m on the very edge, but he somehow stops me from coming.
“Yes,” I pant out. My hands go straight to his hair. It’s 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’m 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 enjoying 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 climax, 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…I mean, no. Wait, what was the question?” 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 like 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.
“Yes, you are still a monster,” I murmur as I find my voice again. My brain slowly returns to its normal function when I sit 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.
The papers that were on his desk have fallen to the floor. I gaze down at his cock. The material of his shorts is tented, letting me know he is very hard and very ready for more.
I have seen videos of girls giving blow jobs and guys eating girls out. I often imagine doing it, but nothing compared to the real thing.
“It’s your turn,” Lorenzo coaxes. “I want your lips wrapped around my cock. That’s all I want today.”
Just a blow job. I can do that. He just made me come, I’m merely returning the favor.
Slipping from the desk, I drop to my knees. The plush carpet against my legs makes me shiver. His smile slips as I tug his pants down and release him. His cock springs free like a caged animal.
I bite my lip nervously before leaning in to lick him from base to tip. He smells of soap and pure male. It is enticing and makes my blood sing. I have never been bad, never done anything wrong in my life, but this man has me wanting to cross off a whole list of bad things.
“Take me…” he rumbles, his hand winding into my hair as he pulls it tightly. It stings, almost painfully, but at the same time, it shakes me to the core. I watch him carefully as my lips slip over his cock, taking almost all of him into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the head. His teeth grit, his jaw clenching under pressure.