“Stop your seduction, Reas. None of that will work for me tonight.”
Vlora’s laughter was crowned by a meaningful look. Her grip on Andreas’ wrist loosened. But she did not fail to warn.
“So, I hope you remember. Don’t use your hands, Reas. It’s…”
Vlora’s index finger played with Andreas’ chest again. Oh, and this time she even rubbed his nipple.
“… my first wish.”
Andreas’ whole body tingled. Sweat splashed on his forehead and his face looked desperate in the growing rush of passion.
“Vlora.”
The sad thing was that Vlora was happy to see Andreas’ suffering. She did not pity him at all, but rather challenged him.
“You won’t go back on your word, will you?”
Andreas took a deep breath. He braced himself as best he could and answered with a trembling voice.
“What are you going to do, darling? I won’t go back on my word.”
Vlora cleared her throat and continued to play with her fingertips. Up and down. Swirling and scraping.
Andreas snarled under his breath. His reaction only fueled Vlora’s mischief.
“I’ve thought of something, Reas. I want to use you for my pleasure tonight and I think you’ll like it too.”
A mist of passion darkened Andreas’ eyes. His gaze was unfocused, wandering between Vlora’s fingers and her breasts.
Oh my God! Andreas was completely tormented. So much so that he thought Vlora’s breasts were mocking him right now.
How pathetic.
“W-what do you want to do?”
Andreas prayed. He hoped that whatever answer Vlora would give would be something that would not inflame her further.
Fear was already at the back of Andreas’ mind. What if Vlora’s play on words made him explode?
No way, right? But Andreas was already very excited.
“I thought…”
Now Vlora’s finger traced the curve of Andreas’ abs. It continues down and lands on Andreas’ fully erect masculinity.
“… you’d like it if I…”
Vlora’s red lips smiled. Then her fingers moved.
“… suck on this.”
The pressure on his masculinity convinced Andreas that he would soon die. Exactly dead in a fantasy of pleasure that he was not ashamed to say.
“Oh God, Vlo. Please do it.”
The fingers squeezed again. Vlora chuckled softly. “You really are an ideal husband, Reas. You never go back on your word. You really give me what I want.”
Vlora was not without satire. As usual.
The same was true for Andreas, who, as usual, accepted all of Vlora’s qualities without exception.
“Whatever it is, darling. I’ll give you everything. Especially this.”
Andreas’ helplessness bribed Vlora’s confidence. As a result, she did not hesitate to release Andreas’ masculinity for her next plan. She moved and pulled down Andreas’ lounge pants, along with his underwear.
Andreas’ masculinity was released. In the blink of an eye, he was standing proudly in front of Vlora.
Andreas stood up slightly. Resting on his elbows, he watched Vlora with curiosity.
What would Vlora do next?
The answer was that Vlora moved and took her place between Andreas’ legs. Gently, she pushed Andreas’ legs to opposite sides to create the distance she needed.
Andreas waited in unbearable tension. Every now and then he glanced at Vlora, but unfortunately it was not him that Vlora focused on at the moment.
Vlora’s eyes were fixed on Andreas’ masculinity. There was probably no Andreas there now. There was only Vlora and the masculinity that begged to be touched as soon as possible.
Vlora obliged. Her fingertips landed on the top of the masculinity and she wiped away a spot of moisture.
But not for long. A second later, Vlora withdrew her finger and looked down.
Vlora’s tongue stuck out. Then she wiped away all the moisture with the warmth of her tongue.
“O-oh, oh my.”
Andreas growled. An electric shock seemed to go through his body. He didn’t want to exaggerate, but Vlora’s tongue really shocked him.
Vlora blinked once and then looked at Andreas as she continued to rub the moisture away. She tasted it and let the foreign taste settle in her senses.
Not only Vlora’s tongue, also the look in her eyes was electric. Andreas’ body literally trembled.
This could not be allowed. Andreas might explode if he didn’t do something. He wanted to squeeze Vlora’s hair, but a promise came to his mind.
Andreas would not make a fool of himself. He kept his promise and decided to squeeze the sheets instead. Just when he knew that Vlora was starting to act up.
“Should I be worried, Vlo?”
Vlora smiled at the top of Andreas’ masculinity. Obviously, she understood what he was asking and didn’t take offense at all.
It was only right that Andreas was worried. Vlora was a virgin when she married. She had no sexual experience and this was her first time.
“I’m smart, Reas.”
Vlora did not mind reminding Andreas what kind of woman he was marrying. She would not act without careful planning. Especially when it came to something as intimate as this.
“It’s not hard for me to learn. Especially when it comes to pleasing my husband.”
Andreas’ slight worry disappeared and was replaced by his increasingly hoarse voice. “Ah, to pleasing my husband.”
Vlora decided not to prolong the conversation. Now her mouth was not needed for talking, but rather for satisfying.
Vlora’s mouth opened. Andreas holds his breath and his eyes don’t blink when Vlora finally devours his masculinity.
Warm. Wet. Everything enveloped Andreas immediately.
“Oh my God.”
Andreas literally squeezes the sheets. He desperately needed an outlet when Vlora’s lips began to move slowly along his shaft.
“Vlo.”
Imagine a man-a man known for his predatory nature, high ego, and never wanting to lose-lying helplessly under a woman’s touch. Visualize. The result was a feeling of satisfaction that was now welling up in Vlora’s chest.
Vlora had never thought that there would be a time when she would see Andreas in such a state of complete submission. Andreas was completely under her control and power.
Look at Andreas. He closed his eyes. He groaned. He whispered Vlora’s name over and over again.
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