You Can’t C*m Little Doll.
1200 Words
Chapter 7.
Aria said nothing, she just sat on the bed, refusing to fight this fate.
She wanted him. And she knew it deep down that she wanted him to touch her. To ruin her. To do the thin her things that her ex had never been able to.
So she remained stilled, her silence serving as an answer.
Draven’s c**k twitched, his lips curling into a smirk.
“I thought as much,” he said, dragging his hand further.
Aria’s skin prickled as his hand navigated her thighs, parting her legs widely while still looking at her.
His hand moved up her thighs, watching the way her body twitched in anticipation of him.
“Look at you…” he mumbled softly, tossing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“You are not even denying what you feel…”
Aria suppressed a swallow. “I am not a coward.”
“Or your body isn’t?” Draven countered with a question, and Aria looked away.
Yes. He was right. Her body was not a coward, but she was.
She would regret this. Of course, she knew she would, but she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help what her body needed.
She couldn’t help how much her p***y was aching for his hand.
Draven’s fingers dragged up her thighs, his c**k stretching.
He should stop, he should pull away. He should scold her for tricking him, he should honor his friend’s wish, and worst of all, he should pull away and punish her for slapping him some hours ago.
But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t afford to. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away. His body itched to know what lay underneath her skirt.
To know just how much her p***y was dripping, to drag the wetness of her p***y down her thighs.
Before another thought would creep in, his fingers moved, brisk and sharp, dragging against her wetness in a slow, torturous manner.
Aria’s body stilled, and her lips parted.
“Oh…” the unbidden moan tore past her lips as she whimpered, suppressing the lump against her throat.
Draven’s finger moved, rubbing gently on her clit.
Her p***y throbbed from the feel of his fingers, her wetness dripping down her thighs.
Her legs parted instinctively, letting his hand settle.
“Needy as much, huh?”
Aria’s lips parted, her skin prickling gently.
“Unmmm…” she mumbled gently, her eyes rolling backward.
The sight of her like this, wet, needy, and desperate, drove him to the insane edge of pleasure.
His left hand moved and he cupped the nape of her neck, letting their eyes lock deeper.
His finger moved, circling and stimulating her clit just so she could feel the pleasure.
“You are so soft…” he mumbled beneath his breath, unable to hold it in again. The feel of her p***y against his fingers made him want to yank her clothes off, kiss every inch of her body then f**k her hard.
But there were limits to these things and he wouldn’t push it. He wouldn’t push them to the point where they would never be able to go back.
He was not good for her. He definitely wasn’t. Aria was a soft girl. Too soft for a man who knew nothing but p***y and blood.
And commitment was not in any way his desire. His wish was different, to kill and bury himself in any willing p***y afterward.
Aria’s breath came in shallow. Acknowledging his compliment, her back arched, her hand moving to cup his neck.
Sensation flickered across her eyes, body tensing at every rub.
Then she felt it, the gentle movement of his hand sliding down her folds.
Her breath hitched, slowly.
“Look at you…” Draven said, dragging his hand down her wet fold.
“Writhing and trembling for my forbidden finger. Aren’t you just a slut.”
“I am…” Aria moaned, her words trailing off as he sank his finger into her p***y, pushing it gently in a way that made her feel every inch of his thrust.
Her body stilled at the intrusion.
Her lips parted and her back arched.
“Good girl…” Draven praised, his c**k kicking hard against his brief from the sight of her parted lips.
His finger dragged lazily out of her p***y, slow and torturous in a way that made her toes coil, then he pushed his finger back, gritting at the tightness of her p***y against his fingers.
“Yes…” Aria yelped, her nails digging into the nape of his neck.
Her body trembled, quivering and shuddering.
Her eyes rolled backward, struggling to remain on his.
Her eyes turned hazy, wet, and glistening as he dragged his finger out of her p***y, thumping it in and out while savoring every look she made.
Aria’s n*****s hardened beneath the fabric of her transparent top and his eyes flickered in the direction for just a second before returning to her face.
He couldn’t afford to look longer, because those perky things were moaning his name, and he was so damn close to obliging.
Pleasure crawled up Aria’s skin, lashing and licking at the layers underneath her skin.
Her toes curled, knees buckling gently.
Her other hand gripped the sheet, nails sinking deeper.
Draven’s pace increased, his fingers moving in and out of her wet, dripping p***y.
“Yess…” Aria cried, her walls hugging his fingers like a possessive lover.
A vein at the side of his neck twitched. The urge to pull his fingers away and replace them with his c**k nagged at him.
She was so tight, and yet she wouldn’t stop squeezing him tightly.
His teeth clamped, the sweetness wrapping around him like bliss.
He thumped his fingers into her p***y, letting her feel every f*****g stroke.
Aria’s spine arched, her p***y dripping down his hand, toes coiling deeper.
“f**k!!! Draven…”
“Yes!!” Draven groaned, thumping his finger faster.
“That’s it..” he gritted. “Moan for me… moan my name.”
“Draven…” Aria moaned again, uncertain if she moaned his name because he asked her to, or because the pleasure was sinking invisible fangs into her skin.
Her stomach flipped, tidal waves clashing into her, blazing hot beneath the layers of her skin like molten fire.
His finger rolled, curling and flickering at that very spot that made her jerk.
“Yes..” Draven groaned, flickering and rubbing the pad of his thumb against her clit.
“That’s it… That’s it little doll. That’s how you thrash for me… like a needy little slut.”
Aria’s body shook, the gentle familiar feeling of something raw crawling through her stomach, then up her chest, hitting her brain.
Her back arched. “I… am cumming…”
The word struck Draven like a bolt of pleasure.
His jaws clamped, and his face itched to be against her thighs, to let her c*m and spray all her fluids on him. But he didn’t do that. He just thumped his finger deeper into her p***y, his lips crushing against her ear.
“You can’t c*m… little doll. Not until I instruct you.”
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