Your Wicked Game

Part 2

You coax him to the back of your mouth and you clamp your hand around his balls. The skin contracts and twitches. He's nearly there; he's incredibly impatient.

You move your mouth up and down on him; you can feel him pulsing between your lips. You roll your tongue over his engorged veins. You're well versed in the lines of his body.

He groans and you realise he's too close. You pull back and he looks at you with disappointed eyes. "Not yet, love." You smile before climbing back on top of him.

With his trousers around his ankles, you lower your pussy onto him. You take him in slowly and he moans as you entrap him inside of you.

His hands grab at you lustily; his fingers closing about your flesh, kneading it until you're malleable. He thinks he's in control but he's wrong. You rise again, before slapping your hips back into his.

The length of him thrusts into you and you pant. "Vana..." he moans loudly. You wonder if there are demons outside with their ears pressed against the wood, listening to their monarchs get their rocks off. The voyeur in you hopes so.

You bounce on his lap and your breasts jump. Your skin slaps into his and you feel the heat rising beneath his skin. You can feel his pulse beneath your fingers. The black smoke that runs through your veins is alive and thriving.

You kiss him hard, mashing your lips into his until you taste blood. His teeth close on your neck and you gasp from the pain. He leaves a sore welt there - don't forget you're mine.

For the moment you are. You dance with the devil but you're not chained. You can leave at any time - you could eat him for breakfast, but you don't, not yet. You play his games - you rule Hell with him. He knows better than to think of you as unequal

He grunts and grits his teeth a snar curls his lips. He throws you off of him and you stumble back, naked and dripping. In a second, he's on his feet and you're pressed up against the wall.

He bends you over and fucks you from behind. The animal in him is roaring, his hips move quickly, thrusting deep inside of you.

His fingers clutch at your clit and he alternates between pinching and rubbing. You won't let him fuck you for long. He buries himself to the hilt and another climax thunders through your pussy.

Every atom shivers inside of you and you wonder whether your vessel can feel it too.

As he thrusts into you again, you push back and he stumbles over the steps behind him. His body drops to the floor and you rush to his side.

He tries to stand up, but you bear down on him pinning him underneath you. He struggles for a second before giving in. He wants to come now.

He relents and lies down as you climb onto of his cock. You grind your hips into him, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone. The pace is tantalising slow. You can feel another climax building momentum in your stomach.

Chanyeol pulls himself out slowly and wraps his arms around your back.

You're on equal terms now.

His lips slide down your neck and he kisses the brand he left on your skin earlier. Your tryst is coming to an end. He's slowing and so are you.

"Bloody hell," he growls again and you kiss his lips to shut him up.

"Vana!..." He groans into your mouth.

You feel him pulse and shudder - exploding inside of you. Your shudder walls grip him tightly as you come. Your body convulses You both ride your climax to the very end.

"Fuck!" You cry into the slope of his neck. You sit there together, limbs growing numb from the cool floor. You're sticky and warm and satisfied.