A smirk flashes into the hunger on his face. “I smell your desire.”
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you.”
In a flash, Zogar has one hand around the back of my neck and the fingers of his other hand pressed inside me.
I gasp in shock. My pelvis snaps forward and back, as I absorb the unexpected invasion. He’s inserted his fingers without warning before, but this time the intrusion came with more force.
His fingers curl and twist inside me, and my legs turn to jelly, refusing to support me. Looking down at me, Zogar licks his lips. There’s something different about him tonight, and something animalistic, almost cruel, about what he’s doing.
I’m one part scared, but ninety-nine parts aroused and primed for whatever he’s planned. Will this man ever stop surprising me?
My legs have mostly given up, leaving my weight supported by his hand on my neck, and his fingers inside me.
He draws them out, and I fight to regain my balance. His fingers glisten in the light, and, still holding my neck with one hand, he shows his damp fingers to me and then smells them.
“So sweet.” He slides his fingers over his lips. “So primed for me.” He grips my neck tightly and presses his fingers into my mouth. “Taste how much you want me.” His expression darkens. “Suck on me.”
My eyes widen with shock as his fingers nearly choke me, but I quickly recover and suck on his fingers. This is new, too, but my cunny approves, pulsing hard in response. My taste is both saltyand sweet, but I’m unsure how much of that taste is coming from me and how much is from his skin.
Zogar is different today. Wilder. Scarier. I’m confused, but part of me likes it.
His fingers slip out of my mouth. “Do you want my cock ramming inside you?”
I nod.
“Then ask for it.”
“Will you… ram your cock inside me?” I repeat his phrasing, and my voice comes out on a ragged breath.
“Howbadlydo you want it?” His voice is a near growl.
“Very much.”
“What will you offer me in exchange?” His fingers slip between my legs again, this time stroking and teasing, dancing through my folds and skittering over my most sensitive places.
“What do you wa-ant from me?” I fight to hold myself together under his teasing touch that has me burning with need.
His other hand firms around my neck. His long, thick fingers wrap around and hold me so tightly I’m struggling to breathe. His face moves close to mine, so close I can barely focus on his eyes as they fall into shadow.
“Everything.” His fingers drive back inside me.
My body hits an unexpected climax, and I shake as his fingers plunge harder and harder against my contractions. So hard it starts to hurt.
His thumb brushes my button, prolonging a bliss that turns to near agony.
“Do you promise meeverything?” he asks.
“Yessss…” My body is thrashing now.
With one palm behind my neck, his fingers are pressing against the front of my throat and I’m barely able to breathe, but the lack of air is nothing compared to the convulsing inside me.
“Your vow is accepted.” He withdraws his fingers and sets me back on my feet.
I wobble, trying to relearn how to stand.
“I will grant you the gift of my cock,” he says. “But first you must prove you deserve it.”
CHAPTER 32
