BXBX NOVEL Chapter 121 - 34
Alvaro\'s eyes remained on Rozarria\'s face. He was merely testing her, wanting to know what kind of a woman she was. He didn\'t think she was this kind. The type that treated men as nothing but bed warmers.
Was he offended? Certainly not.
His muscles quivered while a new kind of pleasure raked his veins. This was undoubtedly a dangerous game. If he lost, his position in her mind would regress, possibly even fall out from her list. But if he won, he would have her allegiance and much more.
The rules, the first to come –– lose.
Controlling his quivering muscles, his hand stretched, caressing the smooth skin of her collarbone.
Ah . . . like he thought . . . her skin is cold.
Feeling the smoothness and iciness of her flesh, his hand moved to her cleavage that was almost sleeping from the confines of her lingerie.
Still, he didn\'t stop, and neither did she made any effort to stop him.
When his hand reached the center of her plump cleavage, he casually shoved his fingers in between the two soft flesh and pulled out a small switchblade.
Dangling the blade in front of her, his grin stretched in full-blown laughter. "Is this really necessary?"
Rozarria only smiled, a small smile that wouldn\'t even be considered a smile. "A woman has to be prepared with anything."
"I see . . ." Wetting his lips, Alvaro took his times enjoying the game they were playing. A new kind of game he would not lose.
Swooosh!
The blade swung smoothly from its sheet. The sharp knife glistened under the dim light. Using the sharp end, he took his time slicing the thin fabric holding the lingerie against Rozarria skin.
Her body jolted ever so slightly whenever the cold metal grazed her skin. Still, her pretty face remained paralyzed –– no expression whatsoever.
Making her scream in pleasure would be tough work. He would take the challenge nevertheless.
The lacy lingerie ran down from her figure, bumping along with her curves. And what stumbled in his view was a scenery he likes so much. Full round perky breasts with erect pinky tip and cute little pussy with a well-manicured lawn. A beautiful landing strip that offered texture, smell, and a full load of sensory stimulation was just plain hot.
He couldn\'t wait to taste and have a feel of it. So different from the clean-shaven pussy he used to fuck.
"Disappointed?" she asked.
Instead of answering, he pocketed the knife and took her hand, pressing it against his bulge.
"I hope this answer your question." The grin on his face turned to one of cheekiness when he managed to crack her stoic face even if it was a little bit.
"Hmm . . . hard to tell with all this darkness."
Without warning, her little hand squeezed his more than sensitive arousal causing him to pressed his lips tight to imprisoned the harsh growl from the sudden onslaught of pleasure and pain.
Biting back a groan, he let her fingers caressed and squeezed his penis. He curled and uncurled his fists, beads of sweat rolled from his forehead down to his dump shirt.
The woman . . . was very experience. Even using the tip of her nails to pinched his highly sensitive shaft with the right amount of pressure to administer pain and pleasure, earning another restrained growl from him. His chest was rising and falling. Breaths came quicker and faster. His face and neck were flushing with pleasure. If this continued, he would surely lose.
His hands slipped on each side of her thighs before he carried her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, arms clutched on his shoulders.
She stared at him in silence while he gazed at her with unbridled lust and desire. He leaned up to capture her mouth, but a cold finger against his lips stopped his advance.
"Kissing in the lips . . . is not allowed."
He stared at her before his smiling mouth found the flesh of her neck, murmuring, "Mind tell me why?"
"It\'s my only rule. You just focus on pleasuring me."
Chuckling, he nipped the skin of her neck. He twirled his tongue before he whispered, "Well then . . . let\'s get started, shall we?"
She gasped when he gripped her ass and ground his cock against her pussy. Mouth trembling from suppressed moans, she leaned in closer, fingers curling against his shoulders.
His tongue dance on her neck, trailing wet hot kisses towards her breasts as he moved her body at his whim. Stroking her with his bulge, the coarse texture of his pants and the hardness of his cock sent new sensations against her clit.
But if he thought that simple move would bring her to orgasm, he had another thing coming.
She restrained another pleasured moan when he bit her nipple before sucking and licking it again and again. His expert tongue flicked her rosy bud while his cock never stopped grinding against her pussy.
Ah . . . this man . . . really knows how to pleasure . . .
Leaning, she slipped her tongue inside his ear, earning a jolt from him. She knew he, too, was restraining his groans.
The first to surrender –– lose.
Nipping his earlobe, her hands threaded through his hair while her tongue mimicked the actions of his tongue against her breasts.
He must have wanted to further things as he sauntered towards the bed with quick steps. Every step he made caused her pussy to bumped against his cock –– and she liked the feeling of it.
He carried her on the bed and gently laid her down. When her bareback touched the soft mattress, he rose, kneeling between her legs. Slender bony fingers stretched across the hem of his shirt before he slowly, teasingly pulled it off from his body and shoved it on the floor.
He was on the leaner side when clothed. But when bare, lean muscles rippled beneath his flesh. And the scattered scars on his skin completed the whole package. The imperfection of his flesh only made him perfect. He was wild, dangerous, and downright sexy!
Couldn\'t resist, she bent forward. Fingers extending, she traced his sculpted chest down to his hard pecs before caressing the sexy line of his pelvis. His pants were sitting low on his hips, exposing a few stimulating dark curls running towards his crotch.
Her tiny fingers took the privilege of unbuttoning his pants. There was excitement in her movement as she unzipped his zipper.
She caressed his erection before she pulled down his pants together with his boxers. His penis sprung, jousting towards his stomach. It was long, big with ample girth and plump tip and very much hard –– and he won by a landslide in that category.
But does he have the skills to make me orgasm?
Shoving his pants and boxers onto the floor, he let her dominated the field first by letting her do whatever she wanted with his cock. Pressing his lips together, he closed his eyes when she didn\'t waste time and went for the offensive. Swallowing his penis into her mouth while her little fingers played with his balls.
For a moment, he breathed an air of respite when he no longer could battle the warm, wet sensations of her mouth. He opened his eyes and stared down at her, sprawling naked across the bed while she pleasured him.
Her tongue traced the veins of his shaft before she nipped each of his sacs, sucking it like candy into her mouth while those pair of emerald eyes never left his.
Fuck . . . that\'s sexy.
She made her way up, and this time, she meant business when she plunged his cock into her mouth before she sucked it –– hard. Her cheeks were hollowing at the force while her tongue rubbed the slit of his plump tip, asking for his cum.
His finger thawed the sheets, letting out some of the pleasure he couldn\'t groan. This was killing him! It took all his strength just not to let out a growl. But the pleasure, this was something he had never experienced. And he was sure he could only taste this kind of pleasure with her.
Rozarria let out a small smile amidst the fullness of her mouth. This man is something else. He endured even after all that. Others orgasm after that move, but not him. Even with all the sweat glistening all over his body and panting breaths, he still had the audacity to grin at her.
Closing her eyes, the tip of her tongue licked his leaking cum before she released his cock in a popping sound.
Determined to make him cum this time, she reached for his balls but was stopped when he pushed her shoulders and guided her to lay on her back while he hovered on top of her.
"I believe it is my turn." He gave her a toothy grin, yet his eyes spoke a different tune –– one promising of revenge, pain, and pleasure.