She looks up at me with her half-drunk, golden-eyed stare. I touch her face. This little demon—so beautiful, soalluring—is mine, and I will never give her a chance to complain again.
She removes her jacket, then holds the hem of her T-shirt, looking into my eyes, and slowly pulls it up. Her hands stretch over her head as the T-shirt rides up, now covering her face and exposing her breasts.
My dick twitches along with the snapping of the last thread of my patience. I grab her arms, pressing her down on the bed, moving on top of her. I rip the T-shirt off in one swift motion and latch my mouth onto her breast, taking a mouthful of flesh and sucking hard. She gasps.
I move upward, holding both of her breasts in my hands, kneading them. My tongue slides from one hard nipple to the other, licking each.
I take one nipple into my mouth, graze it with my teeth, and then suck it hard. She moans loudly, her body arching under me.
I leave her and move up. She watches me with hooded eyes.
I remove my boxer. Her eyes drop, then her hand slides over it. She gives my dick a long stroke from base to tip.
“Can I taste it?” she whispers.
“There’s nothing to ask, Dove. It’s yours.”
She looks into my eyes. “But the consequences…”
I smirk. “You said you’re not afraid.”
She bends her body, bringing her face closer, and takes my tip into her mouth. As soon as her warm, wet tongue slides over me, my head goes blank.
She takes more of the length inside, and my head falls back from the surge of pleasure rolling through me.
I hold her face and move it away from my dick. She licks her lips. Every small reaction she gives, every subtle signal of desire, makes me more alive.
She leans back on the pillows, raising herself up on her elbows and watching me entirely. I lean down and kiss her mouth. She falls back onto the pillows as I press down further. Her soft breasts press against my chest. I slide my hand along her side, feeling the velvet texture of her body under my calloused hands. I circle my arms around her waist, moving my hands over her back. Every inch of my Dove is made to be worshipped by me.
“Zoan… I want consequences,” she rasps softly against my lips, her voice hoarse yet feminine, almost pleading.
“We need to make you ready for consequences.”
She gives a long, wet kiss on my lips. “I’m ready. You can check.”
I remove her sweatpants. She isn’t wearing any panties.
“Why are there no panties?” I ask.
“I don’t like wearing panties in winters.”
I massage around her folds, she releases a shaky breath. I press her lips together, pinching her clit betweenthem. She arches her back, moaning. I leave them and rub my thumb along the inner side of her folds.
“Hmmm… dripping perfectly,” I murmur.
I move on top of her, balancing myself with one hand while holding my dick with the other.
“Are—are we going to have sex?”
“No, Dove. We will only deal with the consequences of your actions.”
I rub my tip from her wet entrance up to her clit.
“Open your legs wider,” I command.
She obeys instantly. I massage her entrance with the tip of my dick, giving small, deliberate pushes to her tiny hole.
“Go inside, Zoan,” she moans.
