The game continues, full of shouting, laughing, and playful huffing. After more than an hour of chaos and cheers, it finally ends. Pa wins, of course. Who could ever defeat our Pa in chess?
My sleep breaks when I feel someone touching my shorts. My eyes fly open as my shorts are pulled off along with my panties. In the next second, my thighs are forced apart. Before I can resist or calm my shocked heart, a hot tongue meets me.
My back lifts off the bed instantly. I suck in a long, hard breath that fills my lungs just as his tongue fills me.
Is this a dream? No, the pleasure is far too intense for it to be a dream.
“Eyes on me, Dove,” he orders, lifting his mouth just slightly. His cool breath brushes the area before his tongue warms it again.
I force my sleepy eyes to stay on him. He lifts his face, then rubs his middle finger all over my vagina before sliding it inside. I shudder on the bed, unable to keep my eyes open. I thought it wasn’t interesting… but maybe Zoan could make anything interesting.
He presses his thumb on my clit. I cry out a loud moan.
“Keep your eyes open,” he mutters hoarsely.
I force my eyes open again and watch him working his fingers. He adds another finger, stretching me further, and god, I love this stretch. My breaths become labored, and to take control of my respiratory organs completely, he latches his mouth onto my clit. His beard rubs against my sensitive flesh as he moves his lips over it. I vow never to let him go clean-shaven again.
He increases the speed of his fingers, his eyes fixed on me while his mouth sucks on my clit. And then I’m done. Waves of orgasm crash over me, drowning my consciousness. I can hear nothing, feel nothing, just darkness hitting the back of my head again and again.
God, I have only one wish—apart from a thousand others. When you kill me, please kill me in this state.
I open my mouth in a daze as he presses the tip of his finger against it. He slides two long fingers inside my mouth. A strange, intense taste fills me.
“You don’t wash this sweetness, Dove,” he says, hovering over me, his black eyes locked on mine as if the blue was never there. “It’s not something to waste. Every drop is precious.” He whispers in my ear.
He withdraws his fingers and steps away from the bed. Before he can leave, I grab his hand. I sit up, looking at his hard, commanding face.
“I don’t want to have any debt with you.” My eyes slide down to the bulge in his sweatpants. “I want to pay back.”
I look up and find him smirking. “Go on.”
I expect a no. “It’s wrong.” “It’s forbidden.” “We shouldn’t do this.”
Well… that’s good. I won’t have to waste my energy arguing.
I slide the tight elastic of his sweatpants down along with his underwear, just the way he does. What comes into view makes me question my offer. What in the name of God is this? I hold it in my hand. The length and thickness are impossible, I could never take it fully without hurting myself. Forget about swallowing it, I don’t have a pipe wide enough. Every sentence I’ve ever read in books seems useless now.
A semi-transparent liquid decorates the tip of it. I rely on my theoretical knowledge and lick it. The taste is bittersweet, but the strong fragrance hits the back of my nose with an unexpected force. I lick again, craving thesame rush. I take the tip into my mouth and suck, the same intoxicating scent filling my mouth, reaching my nose, overwhelming my senses. Damn. This is so good.
I suck again, moaning softly, my tongue tracing every inch of the head.
“Move your hand,” a strained voice pulls me out of my pleasure. I look up at him, feeling guilty. Instead of giving him pleasure, I had gotten lost in drugging myself with his pheromones.
I start moving my hand along his shaft while working my mouth on his tip. Slowly, I take more of him inside. The only reactions he gives are low, almost silent groans.
I increase the pressure of my lips. I look up, and oh my God. Have I ever seen such a handsome man before? Never. His body is under strain, yet he looks impossibly handsome, torn between watching my mouth move on his length and locking eyes with me.
Holding my gaze, he groans low in his throat. Now I understand what those authors mean by that sound, it’s literally a pussy-heating groan.
Hot pulses of thick liquid hit the back of my throat. The intoxicating fragrance fills me completely. I gulp it all down before letting his dick come out of my mouth. It’s still hard in my hand.
I look up. “Is it… not done?”
He chuckles, then slides his pants up. He reaches for my jaw and bends down. Is he going to kiss me? Themoment his mouth comes near mine, I turn my head away. He leans back slightly, watching me with that unreadable expression I’ve always hated.
I slide away from him, lie down on my bed, and cover myself with the quilt. “You promised never to kiss me again. Good night.”
He stands there, expressionless as ever, which only makes me fume. I turn my back to him and close my eyes, hoping he’ll leave.
