Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 74: Seductive
LIAM
I have never seen a dick this big.
Okay, I know it sounds bad. But there is nothing I can do about it. Kian’s dick is so big that I doubt it is humanly possible.
I doubt if I can wrap my hand around it. Maybe if I try both of them I will succeed. I think he is at least 46 centimeters even if I don’t measure it.
My mouth dries and water at the same time. I am pretty sure that if that monster goes inside, I will die. There is no doubting it.
Kian’s dick is thick, long and hard. Visible thick veins are bulging angrily on its body and white pre-cum is dripping from the slightly crooked tip.
He is not going to put it inside. Right? Right?!
He suddenly reaches out and grabs my cock, his grip firm yet gentle, making me squeal and squirm on his lap.
"Let me take care of this, Laim." Kian pushes back his hair, which is falling over his smooth forehead. He then grabs his erect length and rubs both of us together, causing pleasure to crash over me in waves.
I have plenty of experience in bed, but I have never slept with a fellow man before. I have never known how intense and delicious it can be.
If it was three months ago and someone had told me that I was going to sleep with a man and that man is Kian fucking Eryx, I would have buried them alive. But well, things change with time. And right now, my only focus is to get the release I need so desperately that I am aching for it.
A loud moan rings through the gazebo alongside our ragged breaths and Kian’s occasional groans as he rubs us together and simultaneously jerks us off.
"Touch them, Liam," Kian says, his hands bobbing up and down our length, causing bursts of pleasure to shoot through both of us.
I never knew something so intense that was capable of clouding my head. Not pleasure at least. And the worst part is I haven’t even come yet. This man has magic in his hands and fingers, and it is certainly capable of driving me out of my mind.
"I said, touch them." He growls, his fingers stroking and flicking over our tips.
I moan so loudly and breathily that it almost sounds foreign.
I shakily reach my hands forward and Kian withdraws his hands to let me touch our hot erection directly. Something ignites inside me. It is so intense and fiery that it sets my soul on fire. My ears are buzzing so violently that they drown out the earth-shattering storm outside.
My hands are overwhelmed with our hardnesses, mostly by his as I struggle to copy his movements from earlier. But I am far too gone to focus on what my hands are doing. I whimper softly as I try to jerk us off and get the friction from earlier pleasure.
Kian grunts and wraps his hands over mine, his movements rough and heated. His hands work fast and with precision as he drives me to the edge of release and madness.
I feel as if I am drowning and floating at the same time as an intense wave of pleasure unfurls at the pit of my stomach and scatters around, raising my first wave of a proper orgasm after a long while.
I shudder and my body jolts as my vision clouds and a white string of thick cum shoots out of the tip of my cock. My chest heaves violently and my eyes roll slightly as I ride out my orgasm. My body is slumping forward and my head falls on Kian’s shoulder as I try to withstand the impact of my intense orgasm.
However, Kian doesn’t stop, his hands working with precise rhythmed methods; his hands are lapped with my cum as they continue to work. Beads of sweat form on his hairline as he breathes raggedly and drives me to my edge once more.
After coming three times in a row, Kian finally comes. He is panting heavily and rapidly in rhythm with me.
"You come so easily, Liam." Kian chuckles as he pushes the damp strands of his hair out of his face. "You are so sensitive."
For some reason, this sounds more like mockery than praise.
As the clouds of lust subside, the anger and rage rear their heads again, singing an unpleasant song inside my chest. I scowl and attempt to crawl down his lap. But he holds me in place, and fishes out a handkerchief. He languidly cleans both of us, and our hands. Then fixes his pants and signals me to do the same.
I have never understood what this man is thinking or what is going on in that pretty head of his. So, I do what I am told even though I am very bad at obeying orders. The rain is still falling relentlessly outside, drowning out any possible noise.
When we are both settled down, he wraps his hand around me and takes my lips between his. He kisses me slowly, almost softly, as he molds our bodies together as if he is trying to emerge us together.
His kiss belies the frantic beats inside our chest. I almost melt in his kiss. Almost. My fingers wrap around the fabric of his clothes as I draw my lips over his in the same pattern.
"Remember, Liam, I don’t like people touching my things." He says when he pulls away just to let both of us breathe. "And let alone the things which belong to me and only me. And you are the only thing that truly belongs to me. You are my enemy, mine to destroy and demolish. Let anyone touch it, and I will wipe their entire existence off this planet." He smiles, stroking my cheek.
No, I am not getting any butterflies inside my stomach. Nope. But...why does he look so seductive when he is talking about murdering someone...? 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
I have gone crazy. Yep.
