I look up at her. “Watch me, Dove. Watch me eating you. I’ll keep devouring you, and you’ll keep watching, until you understand, I’m not your brother.”
Her half-lidded eyes, drunk and golden, lock on mine as I bury my face between her thighs. I lick, suck, and feed on her like a man starved, never once looking away from her gaze while I consume every drop she gives me.
She closes her eyes, breathing hard. I stop. She looks down again. I give her an appreciative suck on her clit. Her head falls back, her loud moan filling the room. She looks down again before I can stop. I don’t want to stop either. I want to keep feeding on her, make her moan myname. That’s how it feels right. I grab her ass and pull her up, moving my tongue inside her.
A fresh wave of juices meets the tip of my tongue. My eyes close again. Fuck. This is addictive, and I hate addiction.
I suck her clit, she shudders, crying out and writhing on the bed. I watch the mesmerizing sight while savoring every drop of her warmth.
I redress her and get off the bed. She watches me with barely open eyes and labored breaths. The sound of her hard breathing echoes in the silence between us.
“Where are you going?” she asks urgently as I turn.
“I have a dick, and it’s about to explode,” I say without turning, walking out of her room.
Avira
What do I do with the information that he has a dick and it’s about to explode?
A voice that has read all sorts of smut speaks in my head. “You should have offered him a blowjob.”
I don’t have any practical knowledge of doing that. Theoretically, I have enough to write a research paper. But many people say what is written in books is not true, they write sex that’s beyond reality.
I don’t know about other things, but the orgasm his mouth just gave me was beyond reality for sure. A shiver runs down from my tied hands to my toes. My body starts aching for that experience again. A fresh surge of warmth comes out of me, filling the place where his tongue had just been minutes ago.
I think I’m feeling some sort of aftereffect from my first orgasm. A grin spreads across my face, this was better than what I expected for my first orgasm. In my head, there is a folder named First Orgasm Scenarios, and in each one of them, Zloban is doing all sorts of things with me.
I rub my thighs together. God, I have become a horny she-wolf in heat just after having one experience. This is all because of that damned Zloban, he made me fly in high clouds and then leave me here, tied to my own bed. Jealous bastard.
I grin at my victory. I had no plan of going out with Roxion. The plan was to make him jealous, and it worked better than I could have hoped. If it hadn’t worked, I would have gone to Lyn’s apartment where Wen is also staying tonight. But now, I’m stuck here.
Where has he gone, by the way? The question only crosses my mind now. Well, this head was too busy replaying that erotic scene. Has he gone out to fuck someone else? My mood sours. The she-wolf dies. I will chop his dick off if he has gone to fuck someone. I evensaved my first orgasm for him and he must have fucked half the country. I’m sure of it. The way he made me come undone, like a trained professional with a resume full of experience, I can bet my life he’s fucked all those girls in the rumours. Now I know they were not rumours.
I grit my teeth, trying to pull out of his belt.
I give up four seconds after starting. I love my skin, I’m not going to have it scraped. I take long, deep breaths to calm myself.
“It’s okay, Avira. So what if he is a little experienced?” I mutter.
“Little?” I frown.
“That bastard is pro. It doesn’t come from a little experience,” I shout at myself.
“Ok, calm down.” I need to calm down before I start shouting and kicking the bed. And what will happen from that? Leo and Wen are not at home. Mama and Daddy are not even in the same apartment. And that bloody Zloban, he must have also gone out to have his ‘about-to-explode’ dick taken care of.
Frustration boils in my chest, burning my eyes. I hate mad tears, they start in frustration and end when I become thoroughly depressed.
My sobs stop when my door opens. I just wish it’s not my parents, how will I explain this to them? What is there to explain? I will tell them it’s Zloban’s doing. He will receive a nice lecture from them.
Zoan comes inside. So, he didn’t go out to fuck some hot girl. He’s changed into his sleep pajamas and looks freshly showered. A frown paints his forehead when he sees me.
He comes closer in quick strides and sits on the bed beside me. His hands cup my face as he gently wipes the tears from the corners of my eyes. With a hard expression, he lets go of my face and unties my wrists.
“I’m sorry,” he says, looking down at my wrists before lifting them to his lips and pressing a kiss to the red marks that must’ve appeared when I tried to pull free.
“Zoan, tell me honestly, how many women have you fucked?” I ask, pulling my hands away from his.
He meets my eyes. “None.”
