Page 24 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
No one ever said nice things to me. Sweet words to melt my insides. Let alone mean it.
Luka does.
He wouldn’t do anything he doesn’t want to. The truth is in his eyes.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” With that, he flattens his tongue on the center of my belly and collects every trace of the orange up to my breasts.
Then biting my areolas and sucking my nipples hard like he tries to extract honeydew.
The frozen grape is being pressed above my clit, I squirm at the contact, loving the teasing way he uses it to manipulate my body.
Exuding arousal from the depth of my core.
Gently, the grape caresses my vertical lips one at a time. My hips roll to the erotic sensation I can’t seem to get enough of.
I’m trying to fuck a grape, wanting it to press my oversensitive parts and make me come.
“How badly do you need to come?”
“B-bad.” The moans linger.
“Too bad. I want you to be on the verge of passing out and maybe then I’ll grant you your wish.” I am on that very edge of a cliff.
He extracts a blindfold from his pocket. The same one from the other day at his shop. “What do you say?” the bandana dangles back and forth.
“Yes.”
With a tiny grin, he covers my eyes and ties the fabric behind my head. “I’m going to touch you and change your position, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Such a good girl for me.” He murmurs in my ear.
In a blink of an eye, he pins my back to the counter, grabs my palm, and puts four seeds in my hand. “Let’s play a game, everywhere you place a pomegranate seed my lips will press to that patch of skin.”
My chest and face flush with heat. It’s dangerously hot in here. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch,” his entire presence is intoxicating. Add a blindfold and it’s even more exhilarating. “You just never know what to expect.”
The first one, I place on my belly. Arching my brow as I wait to feel his next move.
His teeth graze that spot, awakening goosebumps down my spine. He bites down lightly and sucks the seed into his mouth.
My pussy tingles in excitement.
The second, I put between my breasts. Feeling his hair tickling my heated skin as he makes his way up, licking the length of my middle.
“That’s not where I put the s-seed.” My nipple is along for the ride of its life, being sucked and teased perfectly.
“Pit stop.” He notes.
“I thought you were only going to touch that specific patch of skin.” Teasing him is so much fun when he always knows what to say back.
“I’m not always good at following the rules, wildflower.” My other nipple gets the same treatment before his mouth snatches the seed between my breasts. He licks it upwards, dragging it along my chest and throat. His confined cock rubs against my drenched pussy.
Luka continues to lick my throat until he reaches the third seed on my lips—he stops for a long minute that electrifies the space between us before he collides with my mouth and we fight over it—our tongues play back and forth.
