Chapter 11: what you could have

There wasn't much time for me to think about the tattoo. His tongue was periodically darting against my smooth skin as his soft lips moved around my tummy. I deeply hated allowing him to heal me since the heat between my legs was now consuming my entire body.

While the other hand rubbed the side of my breasts, one reached up to stroke my cheek and trace my lips. His lips swept over every inch of my chest, snapping my bra, but deftly missing my nipples.

At last, his lips faltered, and I felt his hot breath on my breast as it grew harder. The question was, "Do you want me to lick it, sugar?"

“No….” While writhing beneath him, I moaned.

Kanye laughed.

You should not fear; I won't do something you won't enjoy.

He began kissing all over my breasts again, this time gently sucking on my skin and trailing his tongue over me but still avoiding my nipples. I endured additional suffering for a while. He had a tongue like liquid fire. I was struggling to breathe while trying my best to contain my