Pride. A man's pride is his greatest weakness. She knew Lyndon was not jealous just because she uttered Kraig's na. She was rubbing his ego, it was where she was not supposed to attack to provoke his resentnt. But that was what she was aiming to happen. To trigger him. That was the most important thing that she could have in her clutch to have this man under her control.
"Say it again, I'm warning you,"
"Kraig," she dares, Lyndon's eyes flared with anger. She certainly likes teasing .
Yanarym felt his aggressiveness on her breast. He fondled her carelessly, and gnashed his teeth to her lips, making her bleed. He was becoming predatorial, the prey from earlier was gone. He is a fast learner, she thought after realizing that for a short period, she trained a puppy to beco this violent.
"A-ah!"
"Why are you purposely making mad?" He growled at her, nipping her earlobe.
Because you won't surrender to . I can't conquer you if that is the case, but I have to bring you under my feet. Instead of your love, I will take over your hatred. I will sabotage your pride. Yanarym dropped her head on the mattress, letting Lyndon retaliate at her unfortunate breast. They liked her breasts very much. If healing potions did not exist in this world. Surely these precious boobs would always be swelling.
The heat that was building on Lyndon's face, spread on his abdon. Torturing her tits couldn't contain the steam in his body that he had to wander to her neck, yet she didn't let him have his al and push his face away. When he was about to shout at her, she managed to shut him up when she initiated to get him undressed. She took the lead and pinned his body down pulling his pants, the next thing he knew, he was naked and vulnerable to her.
She was moving too fast for him to follow up. Lyndon felt powerless, he lost the dominance he gained minutes ago. Overwheld by her expertise in igniting his lust. He did not even know how she did that. However, he just found himself submitting to her… He was even expecting for her to do things that he wasn't anticipating yet he could be assured that she would perfectly execute those to please him.
The mont she saw his cock standing up and high saluting her, a grin reappeared on her lips. Febrile from his body elevates to his cheeks, to all over his face. Embarrassed for no particular reason but her wicked yet alluring smile made him self-conscious.
"Yanarym," Lyndon groaned, his cheeks felt feverish, this was his first ti being led by a girl. He felt flustered by her gaze. "Why are you staring at like that?" He stifled, she was gawking her eyes at his dick with a fervor that it was causing him to get harder than usual.
...she was just 'gaping', why is he so enthusiastic? But that was not the problem, wasn't it? She was not comparing his manhood to Kraig, wasn't she? She better not!
Despite Lyndon having not experienced sex with any woman, he knew that his body was to die for, and his dick was not small to be ridiculed, he was proud of his manliness. He would bet his life Kraig wasn't any different from his size, so what was her smile for? He didn't want to ask because her opinion might lose his enthusiasm.
"Love," he glanced at her after he heard her soft voice, the smile on her face didn't vanish, so mischievous ideas dazzled in her eyes.
"What did you say?" He choked seeing her hand move to his legs and touch his upright penis. She leaned on him and incited his face with kisses.
"Love, I called you Love. Can't I? That would be our private endearnt." He closed his eyes and breathed deeply when she grasped 'him' roughly. The warmth from her palm transferred to his cock, without movents he could still feel the electrifying sensation that she was giving him through the kisses and their skinship. His dick was a lot more sensitive than the other areas of his body. "Lyndon, answer . Love~"
"Fuck Yanarym! What are you doing?!" He yelled at her as soon as he felt tremor throughout his body when she blew her warm breath to the head of his shaft. When did she get there? She is kissing my cheeks just this second! He pondered in awe.
"Microphone, I'm using you as my microphone, hello? Love? Do you like our endearnts?" She was talking to him but her mouth was directly facing his cock. "Call to love too~" every ti she spoke her breath would hit his skin, and it was making him insane. The thought of his dick inside of her mouth, the sensation of her moist and warm mouth… fuck, she was doing this on purpose, isn't she? "Stop it, Yanarym!"
"Stop what?"
"Breathing at my cock!"
"You don't like that? What about being a lollipop?" A lollipop? Before he could even ask what a lollipop was, her tongue roguishly licked him.
"Fuck it, Yanarym!"
"Alright, call love first."
"I said stop!" She pouted and let him go, he dropped his head on the bed feeling empty at the sa ti relieved. This woman is crazy.
He sighed in relief and he glanced at her. "Stop talking at my cock, will you?" Talking to her in a calr tone, her smile blossod. She giggled and crawled back to his body.
Her nakedness t his bare top. Her breasts were pressed at his chest and he could feel their roundness and mushiness. Because she laid flat on him, he could feel how small her body was compared to his. But it was ironic how her eyes looked down on him as she gazed at him. As if she was this kind of predator and he was her prey.
For so reason, his mind was screaming that he wouldn't be able to handle the pleasure because of her playfulness but his body was very docile to her. One wrong move and she would leave him hanging, that can't happen.
How did the situation even turn to this, she was the one who was beneath them, why is she the one who was leading them now? And since when did she change to soone this lecherous.
Lyndon was pretty sure that one-ti or first-ti experience in sex won't make a woman or any person this lewd. How did she beco like this? Does she have so personality problem? Where would her attitude change if she was having sex? He read it before in so books, people change their approach depending on the situation. Is this her fetish? Dominating her sexual counterpart?
"Call Love," she pouted again and made an adorable expression where her eyes beca bigger and blinked a few tis. She was like a pet…" ...wait! I thought of sothing better."
"Should I call you love or what?" He tried to gain back the authority between them by using his deep voice yet she was not affected at all.
"Wait, I thought of sothing better."
"What is it?"
"Yam, starting today, you will call 'Yam'." She smiled charmingly.
"Yam? Isn't that a potion for stomach ache?"
"Nope, that's yum, Y-U-M. What I'm telling you was yam, Y-A-M."
"What's that? Your na without nar?"
"No! It ans you are mine. Understand? You. Are. Mine." She smiled even wider and gave him a peck in the lips, "Whenever you call , you should call Yam. It's your way of claiming as your own. No one would suspect us, because I and you only know the aning of it."
"It would be obvious if you called in the sa endearnt."
"I won't, you're not mine, why should I call you that?" Lyndon couldn't reply to her, he was about to say sothing fatuous yet he bit his tongue to stop himself. She would know if he was lying.
He waited for her to say sothing else and it didn't take long, she sat on his body and smacked him on his lips, "For punishnt for lying to this entire ti, you have to pleasure Coy with your silly mouth, no hands."
"Coy?" She took off her dress revealing only her underclothing. Lyndon, despite the fact, hating her; he couldn't deny how gorgeous this woman is.
"My vagina," she casually said and took off the last garnt on her body. Exposing her hairless cunt. He swallowed despite having his mouth dry as dessert. Is she telling to use my mouth to… that place where she pees? Once again, Lyndon's mind was revolting. However, his actions remarkably contradicted his protest. He was waiting… his eyes were dimly fixated at the notching of her femininity. Constantly gulping as if he was too excited for the al to be served.
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