What's wrong, sweetheart?" Sukuna's smirk widened as he pumped his cock, his tone low and dangerous. "Where's that smartass mouth now?"
"Y-you've got to be at least seven-inches," you babbled nervously, the heat in your cheeks rising, eyes practically bugging.
You felt breathless, giddy and completely dumbfounded—unable to peel your eyes away. His perfect body—god-like physique and powerful aura, it was almost intimidating.
His grin grew smugger at your reaction, amused by the rising shyness and admiration on your face. His plan to make you crack worked a little too well. His punishment would probably scare you, or worse: traumatize you. Not a problem, he'd deal with it later.
"Nah, nine-inches, princess. Exactly what a King should have."
You gulped. His voice was delicious, demanding all sorts of attention. You craved it. The deep, gravelly notes were like honey, his arrogance echoing behind, drawing your interest more. His overconfident cockiness sent shudders through your body, teasing your senses without even touching you.
You wanted this—but the size of him, the reality of it, had your nerves spiking. He didn't seem to notice the hesitation in your eyes, though. Without warning, Sukuna leaned in, he captured your lips in a forceful searing kiss, his smirk still playing at the corners. The taste of yourself on him sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped past your parted lips to swirl with yours, the kiss so deep, so intimate, his hunger became clear. He pulled back, admiring the dazed look on your face—eyes hooded, pupils blown wide.
"You weren't so quiet a minute ago," he growled, voice dripping with mockery. He spread your thighs easily, his tip brushing your clit, your hips arching instinctively into him. The friction sent a wave of heat through you, but before you could react, his hand pinned you down with ease.
He teased you mercilessly, rubbing himself against you but not pushing in. His face contorted with restraint. He would normally want to pound you senseless and be rough, but this moment was perfect and even better. He would do to you everything you did to him and much worse.
You squirmed beneath him, desperately try to coax him inside you."Please! Sukuna."you gasped, unable to stop yourself from begging.
His brow lifted in amusement. "Impatient, princess?" He lazily nudged the head of his cock against your entrance, just enough to tease. "You're already dripping, and I've barely started."
"F-fuck you," you whispered, hating the weakness in your voice.
"Well," he replied, a smug grin spreading across his face."I could, but it's more fun this way," A low chuckle rumbling from his chest as he watched your eyes widen.
"Nooo," you groaned, struggling against the words. "Stop teasing and just fuck me already."
His teasing was pure torture. You were on the edge, so close, but he wouldn't give it to you. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm gonna fuck that pretty face first, and if you're good, maybe I'll reward you.""That what you get for being a brat, you won't get it so easy." His eyes traveled up and down your body, entranced by how delicate and small you appeared beneath him. The thought of manipulating your tiny figure turned him on even more.
Your hips jerked at the crude promise, and his gaze darkened with lust as he stepped back, admiring you. "Damn...You really have a gorgeous fuckin body." he muttered, stroking his cock as his eyes roamed over your body. His cock twitched in his hand, and you could see the effect you had on him.
He took a moment to admire you. Damn, you were something special. A malicious smile tugged at his lips as dirty thoughts flooded his mind, his body aching to ravish you. But it would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous himself, a faint blush lingering on his tanned cheeks. He breathed heavily, his heart thundering in his ribcage as his arousal surged. He had never experienced a rush like this before and he didn't want to waste a moment.
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