Page 23 of Merciless Obsession (The Bloodline #2)

“You’re not making sense.” I spit into her hole and used my thumb to massage her back hole. A low moan escaped her lips.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it. Back to these rules. Tell me them.”

I kissed down until I got to her pussy and flicked my tongue over it. “I’m only letting you do this because I’m backed up and need a release.”

I sucked her pussy into my mouth and pressed on her asshole. Her hips rolled backwards.

“A release, huh?” I pulled back, watching her pussy grow wet. “That’s what my Bumblebee needs?” I kissed her pussy a couple times. Her back hole constricted and her legs buckled.

“Yes. This doesn’t mean anything so don’t, ah!”

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pushed my face deeper into her, and swirled my tongue in a circle before stroking it back and forth. Her pussy leaked. Using my fingers I stroked her pussy while moving my tongue faster. Her juices spilled into my mouth.

My eyes closed and a low, throaty moan ripped from my mouth against her lower lips. Pulling up, I sucked in and released spit, watching it drip down her pussy. Using my thumb I circled, applying pressure to her lower lips every so often before leaning back in and sucking her.

Ziora grinded back into my mouth. Her cries turned into moans. I knew once I tasted her it wouldn’t be enough, I already was anticipating getting between her legs again. When her body trembled I sucked her pussy into my mouth. My finger went to her clit.

Soon as she was done, I rotated and got on my back, positioning myself under her and pulling her hips down.

My arms locked around her thighs and I continued devouring her sex.

She rolled her hips into my mouth. Her body quivered.

I flicked my tongue back and forth, moving to her clit, sucking it before sinking my teeth into it.

She cried out, arched into my mouth, and drenched me with her release.

Her body sagged on top of me. I licked the remains from her release and kissed her pussy softly. Ziora’s juices were sweeter than any candy I’d ever had. The lower half of my face was drenched.

Lifting my head slightly I pushed my nose into her lower lips, inhaled, and closed my eyes as her scent filled my nostrils.

A calmness filled me before I exploded in my boxers.

I wasn’t ashamed, Ziora sent my body into overdrive.

Just having her on my tongue and inhaling her essence sent my body into an overwhelming euphoria.

Since I had on a dark suit you probably couldn’t tell what happened, but I wouldn’t care either way. It excited me for Ziora to see what she did to me.

Eventually I removed myself from under her. Before I undid the restraints, I grabbed my phone to get a couple more pictures. Now her body was flushed, coated in sweat, her eyes dilated and full of lust and serenity.

“I needed that,” Ziora said once she was untied. She sagged against the back of the couch with her head back and eyes closed.

I licked my lips. She hadn’t even bothered to fix her shirt or pants.

“I’m glad to be of service.”

Ziora peeked out of one eye to look at me, breathing heavily.

“This still doesn’t change anything. All the stalking and stuff needs to stop. It’s not normal.”

I smirked, not bothering to respond. “Be ready Friday evening at eight.” I finished putting my shoes on and stood.

“Why?”

“Because we have a date.”

Ziora frowned. “I never agreed to a date.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for permission.” I winked then walked to the loveseat to grab my peacoat.

Picking my phone up, I turned and faced Ziora again and sighed. “I’m gonna be busy these next couple days. It’s a shame, but Friday I’ll make up for it.”

This time when she opened her eyes, they peered into me and her lips tucked into her mouth.

“I’m not going out with you,” she finally replied.

Laughing under my breath, I placed one hand on the arm of the couch and leaned in. “We’ll see about that.” I pecked her lips.

If I had a change of clothes with me I would just stay here. I wasn’t ready to leave Ziora, especially now since I tasted her. There was so much more I wanted to do, but I was trying to practice patience. I made a mental note to keep extra clothes in the house across the street for times like this.

Reluctantly I stood and turned for the door.

“Lock up and set the alarm, Bumblebee,” I called out after me.

I gave her one last look; she was staring at me.

Tossing one last smile her way, I opened the door and stepped out into the cool air.

I inhaled the fall air and looked around.

Ziora’s neighbors were preparing for Halloween that was two weeks away.

A few of them had skeletons, pumpkins, tombstones, lights, and other décor in their yards.

I always enjoyed Halloween. It was the one day you could be whoever you wanted and no one could say a thing. I glanced behind me at Ziora’s door, wondering if she enjoyed Halloween. There was still so much for me to learn about her and I planned on having fun doing it.