Zerina’s POV
"Only the ones who stare at me like they want to eat me alive," I fired back, defiantly without breathing.
His lips curved into a smirk. "I do want to eat you alive, little one"
"I'm not little," I shot back but my stomach flipped, my thighs tightened and I hated how fast I was unravelling.
I wanted to say something again, but he moved fast. His hands on my waist tightened, the other slid behind my neck. He inhaled my scent which was so surprising to me. But before I could ask him why he did that, his mouth crashed into mine, hot, demanding and possessive. Blood shot up to my brain and I felt so light headed. It was the best kiss I have ever gotten. I gasped and he swallowed the sound. His tongue claimed mine , like he had every right and the worst part? I let him. I kissed him back like I needed it. I wasn't a good kisser. Dave always made sure to tell me and I always tried to ignore the disgust he always had on his face. But here with this stranger, I didn't care and I felt he enjoyed my inexperienced kiss.
His hands slid down my wet ass, squeezing it hard through the thin dress. Who would've thought that your ass being squeezed could be this good and pleasurable? My knees wobbled , it felt jellylike and I felt it would give up soon. But then, he caught me and squeezed my ass more. The pleasure I felt cannot be described. My legs were now wrapped around his waist. I whimpered into his mouth, grinding into him without thinking.
"Fuck," he growled, pulling back just enough to suck my lower lips. "You smell divine, little one."
That was a weird thing to say. I smiled awkwardly at him and decided to flow with his weirdness. "Isn't that weird to say? How do you know what I smell like?" I laughed freely, looking into his eyes again. "And you—you smell like danger"
He leaned close, his eyes were amused. His breath was hot against my ear. "Danger makes you wet, doesn't it?"
My smile and laugh died down. My wet pussy throbbed. How did he know that? I looked at him back with wide eyes. He laughed at my expression. I loved his laughter, low and sexy.
He pressed me more against the wall, and slid my legs down his waist. I stood before him, the rain was still pouring. My dress and hair soaked and plastered to my overheated skin. He raised my head up with his long index finger. My eyes were on his.
I felt his hands sliding up my thighs. My breath hitched . His hands went beneath the hem of my dress, fingertips grazing my panties lace.
He smiled. "Red lace. Very naughty little one."
His hands were in my wet pussy, one fingering grazing over my bud. I gasped, and turned away feeling ashamed to look at him.
"Eyes on me, red" he said.
I didn't want to.
"Obey me."
Slowly, I turned to look at him, at those eyes. Why was I acting this way? So childish like Dave had told me. I wanted more, I wanted this stranger more that anything.
"Take me somewhere," I whispered.
His eyes flashed in surprise but immediately it returned to normal. His hands pulled out of my panties and I didn't like it. "Let's go," he said
But why couldn't I walk? Why did my knees fail me now? He smirked as if he understood my predicament.
"What's wrong, little one?"
He knows what's wrong. He knew I was so wet and weak down there. Wicked bastard.
He laughed again and I swear, I have fallen in love with the sound of his laughter that I want to hear it every day. He carried me bridal style. I tried to refuse a little. "Don't be hard on yourself, red. We both know you can't walk because of... you know? Or would you rather I say it?
"No!!" Maybe I yelled a little bit louder than necessary. I didn't want to hear any shameless words.
"Then stay put, we will be there soon. Don't disobey me"
He took me to his car. It was a sleek, black Bugatti. He shoved the passenger door open and carefully placed me inside. Slowly, his face went down to my pussy. He breathed in as if he was inhaling my scent there too. That would be weird right? I saw how his eyes colour changed . A glint of blue and dark silver. It kept flickering continuously until it turned back to normal—dark blue. It was so fast that I thought I was seeing things. I shifted back a little to give him some space to get in. His eyes never left my pussy and they were very much exposed to his eyes. My panties soaked more under his gaze and he looked like he couldn't bear it anymore. After he closed the door, he forcefully dragged me into his laps. "Straddle me, red"
I looked at him confused, "But.. but I don't know how"
He breathed in again, and I thought that maybe he didn't like that I was inexperienced just like Dave didn't. I straddled him the way I thought I should. We were in the back seat , the leather cooled against my thighs as I rocked his lap. My soaked panties rubbed deliciously with every grind of my hips.
"Fuck, fuck fuck," he groaned and cursed in a raspy voice. I don't know why but that encouraged me to do more. His hands were on my hips, his mouth trailing fire down my neck. I've never felt this hot in my entire life.
"You are soaked for me?" he asked, dragging a finger along the wet crotch of my panties. My breath hitched. I stopped straddling him. I closed my eyes feeling his hot hands on my bare skin.
"Don't stop straddling. You are so ready, so fucking ready."
"Yes," I gasped, arching into him. I couldn't continue my little exercise of straddling him. How could I when his hands were doing those devilish things to me? "I want—"
"What do you want, baby?" He teased me, lips ghosting mine.
"You know what I want. Please give it to me." I begged, my voice was so low and I was surprised at how it sounded.
"No," he said. "I can't give you what you want if I don't know what you want, sexy"
"Please!!!" I begged again.
"Say it, little red"
I shook my head , too ashamed to say it. "I can't... I can't say it. I beg you please,"
His finger stroked me there, I threw my head back. "Ahhhh" I didn't know how sexy I sounded when I moaned until now.
"Tell me now," he stroked me harder, I couldn't bear it any more.
"I want your hands on me, inside me. Your mouth, your cock. Anything to release me from this tension and heat please do it. Please! "
His growl vibrated through me."Now was that so hard."
I don't know how he did it but he tore my panties off and pressed two fingers inside me , slow and deep.
I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. How is this so good?
"Gods, you are so tight."
"I feel so—ahhh—so good," I moaned, grinding down harder, chasing that rush.
"This is just a little goodness compared to what I will do to you"
He sucked my right nipple through the soaked fabric of my dress, tongue swirling, lips tugging.
"Shit!!" I cursed loudly. I don't curse. I don't fucking curse but now, I couldn't help it. He tore the upper part of my clothes off and I didn't know how he did it. My eyes were still closed. I just heard clothes tearing and figured it was mine.
I was about to open my eyes to see how he tore my clothes when—
"Oh fucking god" I threw my head back when I felt his hot lips on my nipple. He was sucking it slowly and then he was fast and wild. As he sucked my nipples, he still gave my pussy an equal amount of attention. I felt so hot. I felt something hot rush through me. I have never felt this feeling before .
I was spiraling. Was I about to cum? Is that what it is called? I wanted more. His lips on my nipples were so savage, so hot. He had inserted a second finger to my pussy and I was over the moon.
I loved everything he was doing and I didn't want him to stop. My hands were on his head pressing it to my breast, I wanted more. At first, I noticed how he was sweating and I just assumed it was because of the exercise we were performing. But then, he started heaving so much . Slowly, he stopped sucking my breast. I noticed how he felt uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my eyes open. I focused on how he was breathing, sweating. He didn't look at me. He just closed his eyes, inhaled deeply. He threw his head back.
"Hey, hey," I called him, my hands still on his head shaking it slightly. "Look at me"
He looked at me, and that's when I saw his eyes . They were fierce and scary. Something dark flickered in his eyes for a moment. His pupils were silver now. It was so beautiful and yet, so dangerous.
For some reason, I wasn't scared. I patted him slightly on the cheek. "Tell me, what's the problem?"
Suddenly, his skin was scorching. It was so sudden that I gasped in shock. I was frozen in confusion. A second ago, he was just sweating so much even though it wasn't normal as it was still raining heavily and the atmosphere was so cold. Now, his body was blazing with heat and his eyes became so weak that I was consumed with terror.
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