Fuck.
I groan out loud as she takes me deep, spreading saliva all over my length before coming back up for air. The absolute smug smile on her face enrages me.
How did she do this so easily?
How has she made me fall?
“Xavier, come here and fuck me,” she says. “I’m horny.”
Xavier swallows behind her, his cock tipping up again the moment she says those words, and he immediately springs into action, kneeling behind her to press a delicate kiss onto her back. Crazy simps. This is all they can think about. Pleasing her. Nothing, not a life on this earth, will stand in their way.
They worship her.
They worship the ground she walks on.
The lips she pecks them with.
The tongue she makes them writhe with.
My knees nearly buckle from the way she takes me all the way down to the base, tongue wrapping around my shaft, and I groan impatiently at myself to try to keep it together.
You. You. You. I’m obsessed with you.
You’re a killer. A menace. A vixen I want nothing more than to fuck every day and every night.
You are an enigma I want to unravel, and I have sacrificed my soul to get there.
Fuck.
I moan out loud as she curls her tongue around my tip and flicks it around.
“You can’t really hate me … You never truly wanted to,” she murmurs between licks. “All you want to do is be a good boy for me and fill me with cum, don’t you?”
“Fuck,” I grunt, my toes curling in my shoes.
She moans out loud, and my eyes spring open. Xavier plunges into her like a madman on steroids, fucking her like his life depends on it.
Maybe it does.
Her pleasure is all that matters.
If she isn’t happy, everyone around her turns to dust.
That’s the order of her world. And I’m the intruder she’s deemed her next toy to break.
“Orion, kneel and play with my nipples,” she commands.
He immediately does what she tells him to and kneels right beside me to toy with her, touching her nipples until she begins to moan along too, and her sounds are too hard to ignore.
She’s getting under my skin, and worse. Slowly but surely, she’s wormed her way into my every waking thought, to the point where the only thing I can focus on is getting my next hit from her.
I’ve become addicted.
Addicted to the pain of wanting something forbidden.
Addicted to the idea of kissing her killer lips.
Sweet poisonous tongue whips tightening my throbbing veins.
