Chapter 266 - § HIS MELODY §

CHAPTER 013 (H)

His thumb and forefinger were clamping her nipple, it was becoming ample and appetizing. He squeezed it and pinched it, he didn't give it mercy. "A-ah!" She moaned and grabbed his hands but he didn't stop from torturing her pink bead, he covered her breast with his palm and molded it aggressively. "Uhh! It hurts! Y-you're squeezing too hard! D-don't be too rough, please..." The tears fell from her eyes, he leaned to savor it but his hand wasn't leaving her breast behind. His lips traveled to her jaw and Kraig did what her neck deserved. He left his mark on her. "I-it's painful, K-kraig. You're being t-too violent." She protested and held his wrist with both of her hands to pull it away from her breast. 

She sounds nice, it's like a melody. Kraig was aroused by her whimpering. He wasn't holding himself back, she did struggle to free herself but he was glued on her. Her legs that were intertwined between his were kicking, causing her thigh to touch his crotch. The zap of pleasure stormed to his body, it hardened with need. He licked her long neck, nipped the area of his mark. He made it purple. Satisfied. He returned to her lips and kissed her hungrily, she moaned in his mouth. He had to stop tormenting her bosoms so his hand roamed to her body. 

With her silky skin, it wasn't hard for him to caress her and feel her from every corner. Each time he would stop his hand to pinch her, she would flinch and weep. Her mewling would become melody in his ears, as her wincing reaction would always excite him to be brutal. He released her mouth and she gasped for air. "K-kraig.." He promptly directed his attention to her right nipple and did not give her enough time to recover. 

He stuck out his tongue when his mouth reached the bouncy little breast. Her body elevated when he sensually rotated his hardened tongue to the rosy color of her tits. He felt her muscles intensify, so he devoured that specific area and sucked her. He returned his hand on her left breast, strummed it—flicked it, and squeezed it like a stress ball. 

He bit her right nipple and pulled it, making her small breast stretch. To get the reaction he wanted, her body feverishly squirmed. He could feel her calf stretch. She grabbed his hair, and let go of it—she didn't know what to do and that was stimulating him more. 

Her sound hushed. Without hearing his melody. He looked up to see her face as his mouth was sucking and biting her bosom, it was beginning to swell. 

He saw that she was holding her breath, covering her mouth and her eyes with her hands. Instead of being offended, Kraig accepted the challenge to make her cry in the pleasure of her own accord. 

His available right hand found its way to her most feminine area. She quickly clamped her legs closed. That deterred Kraig's business—he had to stop fondling her breast and bussing her lips. He kneeled, and used both of his hands to hold her knees and part them. Her scent—her natural scent coming from her dripping treasure invaded his nostril. Kraig gulped, he was getting harder. He pressed her legs to the floor, making her wide-open. 

"N-no!" She reached out for his arm by sitting up. Her eyes begged him not to continue but he thought it was too late for them to stop now. 

"I'll be gentle," he told her as he laid her back to the floor, he lavished her mouth, licking edge to edge. Unhurriedly, he repressed both of her hands above her head by gripping her wrist on his grasp. When he was done, his other hand glided from her chest to her navel and her groin. She's so wet… he swallowed his saliva. He wanted to taste her… 

He caressed her inner thigh, to relax her body, and to gradually spread her legs apart. He coiled his leg to hers to keep her wide-open, his hand was finally able to caress her jewel. He parted the labia and skidded his middle finger on the soft watery flesh. He stopped kissing her and she seemed to be intoxicated to argue with anything he would do. He would stroke her clit, her face would wrinkle but if he would stroke it twice and faster, she would gasp. It was so erotically cute response from his touch. 

"A-ah!" She cried out his name as soon as he pinched her little protruding swollen flesh. He didn't think twice and did it, again and again, she begged him not to play with it but he did the opposite. He hastened the way he thrums her clit, and would occasionally dip his middle finger to her hole. "Ah! Ahhh!" She screamed the most satisfying melody Kraig heard.

A gush of liquid came out from Yanarym's chasm after a few more strokes of his fingers to her sensitive clit. He didn't get disgusted by her orgasm but felt proud that he made her so soaked. He let go of her hand, and she was trembling, not because of the cold but because of her sensitivity.

Kraig did not waste the opportunity, he swiftly moved to her core. Little did she know he was burying his face in her jewel and slurping the lewd liquid she produced. Her body would shudder whenever he licked her sensitive area. "Kr-kraig!" She sang loudly, while his tongue relished her finely. "Oh my! Oh my gosh!" As she released another orgasm, she was panting for air. 

He kneeled to her front to change their position but she moved away to sit up. "Where are you going?" Kraig's brows furrowed and grabbed her hand before she could do further movements, she was getting dressed already. 

Yanarym hesitated from putting on the t-shirt and stared at him questionably. Kraig was unable to add any words to clarify the situation. Were they done? Or she was not satisfied with him? Did he do something bad? But she was moaning and convulsing with pleasure and all, he thought she liked it. 

"Why are you dressing up?" 

They were both unspoken for quite some time that Yanarym already brushed his hand off her arm. "I'm...I'm going home," She said and stood up, Kraig fastened her body this time and pushed her on the sofa. They both landed there, and she was at his bottom. 

"Are we done?" He asked in a flinty tone. 

"Aren't w-we?" She asked meekly, with flushing cheeks, and couldn't even look at his eyes. Kraig gape at her expression and behavior, it was provoking him to be bad, this woman knows how to wake up the beast in him. 

"We're not done yet, and you're not going home." He rectified her statement which made him speechless by his assertion. He couldn't believe that he was embarrassing himself in front of the woman who was crazy for him. He was begging her to have sex with him, wasn't he? But she couldn't leave him hanging, he knew they weren't over. How could that be over? 

Yanarym smiled in her head, then she looked at him with pure adoration. 

"I could stay?!" She exclaimed in exhilaration but quickly bit her lips to reprimand her excitement. "I mean… you want to continue? Don't you hate me for forcing you to do these indecencies with you? You already did what I asked you to do, you loved me. I'm satisfied with that… " She uttered in a shy tone trying to look away from him. 

Kraig gawked at her flushing face, he caressed her beet red cheeks and leaned down to kiss her lips. Forcing? Who said anyone about forcing? If anything, he would be the one who would force her if she insisted on leaving him. 

And if she was satisfied, it didn't mean he was satisfied. All they did was foreplay for her, although he had fun pleasing her. That didn't mean he was done, that would be unfair for him if it ended just like that! He was hard as a tree trunk already!

She replied to his kiss lovingly, he halted because of that. He realized that she was not returning his kisses from the beginning and now she was giving him the matching enthusiasm. 

Her arms snaked to his neck, and Kraig could feel the abnormality in his stomach as his heart started to race as if he was on a marathon. He fondled her waist and lifted her small frame without breaking the contact of their mouth. He laid her down back to the lion's fur and inserted both of his hands under her shirt and searched for her breasts. When he pinched her erected nippled she moaned his name. She opened her mouth, he entered his tongue. Searching for her tongue, he sucked her enormously. 

Kraig adjusted himself to her midst and made her legs wrapped around his body. "Don't move." He pulled her waist and lifted her torso to have it closer to him, then, he took off his clothes while giving her a little rest. "I'll have you now, Rym.. Be ready."