Victoriously Yours,

Enchanting Yours Truly

Yisrael didn't know what he was doing. He was supposed to do something anything but not this.

Staring at the glistening slit, a groan broke out from him.

"So wet. Only for me." He glanced up, and his nostrils flared at her bottom lip snugged in by her teeth.

He rasped, licking his lips. "Only for me. No one else."

She whimpered at that.

His voice had gone unfamiliar. "Tell me it's for me, River."

He leaned up, nuzzling her sensitive snatch making her cry out.

She jerked her hips up wanting more of his mouth. She won't say it. She can't say it.

Seeing her unperturbed will, he lightly brushed his soft lips over her, his hot breath over her clit made her head fall back.

"All I have to do is smell you and I'm hard instantly."

She let out a little moan.

"I love the way you sound. Your way of losing yourself to me. Only me. Do you make that sound for anyone else?"

He spread her flesh with his thumbs.

"Yisrael..." He was punishing her for not giving into him but it was still exciting her to the brim.

"I want to hear you say the words." She shook her head, trying clear up the miasma of desire clouding her.

But his fingers lifted lazily stroking her, keeping her locked into the fog. She shivered, trying to get those thick fingers over to the right place.

He chuckled darkly, knowing what she craved. "Tell me and I'll give you what you want."

She snapped. "Never!"

"That's a shame. Do you know how bad I've wanted to eat your pussy?"

His thumb began to draw lethargic circles around her clit as if he was playing with her. Bored with her. It's like he had nothing else to do so he decides to pass the time by coaxingly punishing her! Sexy bastard.

"Stop th-this." Still she shamelessly rolled her hips, knowing well she didn't want this to stop.

Yisrael watched her with lidded eyes. He wanted to taste her so bad. She was enchanting every fiber of his being.

His own cock prodded against his pants. Unloosening the ties, he began to stroke himself while he fondled with her pussy lips, never touching her clit or her core.

"You love my touch. You always will love my touch and when you let some asshole touch, you will think of Yisrael."

She breathed. "Enough..."

She didn't want to say but she wanted him. He was getting confused with her dilemma.

She had told him about a disturbed molesting uncle and even after that, she refused to give in. It was fucking with his senses big time.

Remembering his father's task finally, he got up on his haunches. His head facing her breasts, he takes his hand away from between her legs.

She whined at the loss only to stop short when he clasped his palms on her hips. What is he planning to do?

"How much did your friend pay you to bring him here?"