Scary, Spicy, and Sweet?

From Scary to Spicy and Sweet?

'This was it.

Her last moments on this earth.'

She felt him firmly clasp her arms. The action made her tense and squeak. But, nothing happened. A few seconds go by and the pressure is still there. Actually, he isn't even hurting her. Confused, Kamani's eyes fluttered open to look up at Michael, who was looming over with an unreadable expression. His hands awkwardly slithered down her smooth forearms, down to her wrists. He held the left one in place, and lifted her right hand. He gently twisted her wrist and pulled her hand towards the underside of his crotch. Her eyes widened, and his dick pulsated under her palm.

Okay, what the fuck was going on?! Was she going to die?! Where'd this come from?

The absurdity of the situation finally made her speak, "Michael..." Kamani meant for that to be questioning, instead it sounded...pleading? Forthcoming?

He leaned forward, his handsome face coming towards her. His face was blank as he connected his lips to her forehead. 'Did...he just kiss me?'

.....

Could she even say it was really a kiss? It was more of a placement of lips to her forehead. A few seconds passed before he pushed his lips out. Kamani couldn't even hear the smack. Just felt soft lips wetting her forehead. Now, she was very confused. He was exceedingly soft for an emotionless killer, who obviously didn't know how to kiss.

Michael lowered himself to the bed, never taking his eyes off her face. It was unnerving, the way he observed her. What will he do next?

Kamani didn't have to wonder for long, as he took his hands from her wrists and brought them to her breast. He squeezed experimentally and started to knead them. Good lord, Kamani was getting sexually assaulted by this awkward ass serial killer. His awkwardness made her want to take over and show him what to do.

Wait, whoa, no. Kamani should feel like going home, out of here, to safety. She did not want this to continue, no matter how his pretty blue eyes looked. How his eyelashes curled beautifully against his eyelids. His brunette hair had the cutest curl she'd ever seen on a white man.

........

He really was handsome though. It was so cute how awkward this man was now. And those hands felt marvelous against her eager breast.

Fuck noooo. No, she was not going to form a weird romantic complex about this man, this monster. She'd seen how weird those white fangirls were to these killers online, she was not going to go down like this.

During her quick morality freak out, Kamani remembered that her palm was still on his dick. She started to pull away, but Michael stopped. Then she stopped. He took his hands and made sure to firmly replace her hand on his crotch. Damn, he was still scary. In an effort to ensure her survival, Kamani decided to play along to his exploration.

Her palm circled his crotch, feeling his cock jump. And jump. And jump continuously. She squeezed and felt just how thick he was. Damn. This man was packing. It made Kamani feel hot. 'Okay stick to the plan,' she thought, trying not to get distracted. Kamani continued as he played with her breast. He breathed heavily as he came closer, kissing her forehead again. This gentle act made her body and mind confused. This continued for some time, before Michael stopped and ripped Kamani's scrub top open.

Her boobs popped out, slightly spilling over her old bra. Kamani gasped as she looked down at her ruined shirt. Looking back up, she saw those beautiful blue eyes widen, mesmerized by her breast. He looks up at her face with surprised desire, his cheeks lightly coated with pink. It felt hypnotizing being looked at with such desire. Michael studied her breast again. It was beginning to feel torturous with him just looking and doing nothing. It made her antsy to the point where she took his hands and crushed them against her breast.