《Her House, My Rules》Chapter 7
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"." Her reaction blew her own cover. "Shall I continue?" I sighed as her lips flirted with mine, savagely. She was definitely raping me with her dirty thoughts.
"My friends could hear you." She warned me with a scary tone.
"Let them." I kissed the tip of her tiny ear as I whispered. "You're with me right now. Don't worry about them." Her light perfume scratched my nose with a perfect smell.
"I need to finish what you started. It's really hard to control." Her honest tone reminded me of what I just did to her clitoris. I just licked it and left it, dripping wet.
She was craving for my tongue, impatiently.
"." I warned her with a dirty look. "If you break this rule, I'll know." She held my body tight as I carried her to the empty guest room and locked the door after me. I pushed her on the bed as I ordered with strong confidence. "Take your clothes off. I want to examine your unknown naked parts."
"I don't want to." She refused.
"It's not an option." I sighed. "Do it."
"No." She repeated. "I don't want to." Her voice captured my attention.
"Then, I'll do it myself." I destroyed the dress from the center as her perfect boobs greeted my eyes, unexpectedly. My hands ripped her dress apart completely. "Now, was that so hard?" I questioned as I tried to control my hunger and my dangerous desire. "Spread your legs, place your index and your middle finger in between your clitoris and finish what I started. Give me a show. I will judge your skills."
"I want you to finish." Hazel was really feeling it. She really was craving my tongue between her legs. She wanted me but I was just starting my dirty game.
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"You disobeyed me. That's your punishment." I replied, harshly as I examined her naked skin from a small distance. "I'm watching. Entertain me." I sat on the chair next to the bed as she followed my order, rapidly.
Her pink clitoris was like the center of a rose. Her skin was clear as water. Her pointy nipples were perfect, like the winter. Her wetness helped her fingers to navigate. They poisoned her clitoris with strong pleasure. Hazel's body trembled by the pleasure being made by her.
I was watching the best show of my life.
Hazel rubbed her fingers up and down against her clitoris as she closed her eyes, excitedly. Her left hand caressed her nipples gently. Her breath was getting heavier, her stomach screamed for respiration. She started to moan softly as she kept going faster and faster.
"Stop" I ordered as she disobeyed again. She kept going by the tension of her pleasure.
I knew it was hard to stop right in the middle of something like that, especially If it felt so good. Hazel was enjoying it. But for long?
As soon as she was about to get an orgasm, I stood up and placed both of her hands on top of her head. I stopped her right in the middle of her orgasm. Her vagina jumped for more. Her lips trembled for more. Her body craved for her incomplete session. She was fighting to keep going.
"Please" She begged, cravingly. "Let me finish." Her body screamed for her incomplete curse.
"." I started as tears crashed her view, naturally.
Blue balls? No. It was more like, .
"I hate you." She screamed. A petty smile played on my face. "I'm done playing your dirty rules."
"You think it's a game. Do you?" I pushed her right back on the bed as I continued. "Your disobedience leads you to this. Do you want to keep trying me and see what happens next?" Her silence explained it all. She didn't want to know.
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She wanted to keep going with the rules. She had no other choice.
"Lay down." I caressed her flat stomach as she obeyed. "I'll show you how it's done." I placed both of her feet on my shoulders as I leaned in to get a little taste. My warm tongue french kissed her vagina with a dangerous hunger. Licking up and down, side to side. Her wetness was the freakiest taste. My mouth was eating my favorite food.
As she pulled my hair, I kept going but rougher this time. She was grinding her vagina against my tongue as her hips helped her figure out.
Around and Around and Around. She was loving it.
Her breath was getting heavier. Her body was dying from pleasure. Her mind was in heaven. Her vagina was wetter than the ocean. As she let out deep moans, I made sure I finished it all. She was begging me not to stop. She was screaming and craving my skin.
"Ah... Ah... ah..." She moaned with strong desire. "It...feels...so...good..." She whispered as she tried to hold her breath.
Was I that good? Her vagina agreed. The pleasure between her legs was complete. She thanked me for making her feel like that the first time in her life.
You're welcome, Hazel.
"Make love to me, Please..." Her voice begged when I was done showing her my skills. Her body was in love with my tongue. So was her vagina. I knew I was good. I was the type to drive you crazy in bed and make you crave more.
"" I answered as her eyes disagreed with my answer...
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"Your friends are waiting outside." I started. "I'll be in my room." I opened the door as she grabbed me by the arm.
"Are there any more rules?" She asked, impatiently.
"Yes. Three more." I answered, gently. "You need to improve your masturbation skills. It's boring." Her face reacted to my words as she pulled me close to her.
"I'm ready to follow your rules." She agreed.
"You didn't have a choice." I smiled. "You were going to follow them anyway."
My rules were finally stained. I discovered her unknown naked parts but I was missing one thing. The chase. I needed to chase and beg for more. I wanted her to be addicted to my skills. She fell for my tricks and I was willing to keep going. I was willing to sacrifice her body with punishments and pleasure.
She was the bible and I was her pastor.
"What would happen if I break the rules?" She asked with a scary tone. Her body was the most incredible thing I've ever seen in my entire life. She was my endless game but there were consequences. I was done playing by her rules.
"I'll punish you and trust me when I say this," I warned. "You'll drive your own self crazy."
Don't test me, Hazel. You will definitely fail.
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