Page 223 of Barbi and the Villain

The sting of pain immediately gives way to immense pleasure, especially as he grabs on the sides of my underwear and tugs. The material rips, and as he discards it aside, he now has direct access to my most intimate spot.

I thrust my ass towards him, arching my back as I seek more of his touch.

“Please…”

“Please what? Say the words, Barbi. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Touch me,” I whimper. “Put me out of my misery, please.”

“Like this?” He asks as he dips one finger between my ass cheeks, sliding it lower until he encounters my wetness. He circles my hole, playing with my arousal.

I squirm against him.

“Yes… Oh, yes!”

He probes my entrance, pushing his finger inside me and stroking my inner walls. I clench around his digit, my breath coming in short spurts as my anticipation builds.

He trails his mouth all over my ass cheeks, biting and nibbling and occasionally sinking his fangs into me, all the while pumping his finger in and out of me.

“So wet,” he murmurs appreciatively. “So fucking wet for me.”

I feel his hot breath against my wetness, his mouth moving lower until his tongue replaces his finger. He presses his tongue deep inside me, tasting me, drinking me in.

I pull at the sheets, my fingers wrapped around the material.

His big palms cup my ass cheeks, kneading my flesh while his face is buried between them. He licks and kisses me as if he can’t get enough, and the sensation of his tongue alone is enough to send me into overdrive.

His touch is fire, but one I would willingly allow to consume me.

Trailing his tongue lower, he wraps his mouth around my clit, sucking on it. I almost shoot off the bed at the sudden burst of electricity that moves through my body..

“Hold onto the railing,” he commands.

I do as he says, wrapping my fingers around the metal railing of the bed and holding tight.

He nuzzles his face between my legs, and I feel him smile against my most intimate place before he resumes his ministrations. He flicks his tongue across my clit in rapid motions. My muscles tense, knots forming in my belly as my body prepares itself for the impending release.

But then he stops. Again.

“Nyk,” I call out on a frustrated moan. “I need…”

“I know sweet thing.” He chuckles, blowing air against my dampness. “I know exactly what you need. And you will get it. When the time is right.”

“You wicked demon!” I retort, my voice breathy.

I bury my head in the sheets as he continues his torture, licking, nibbling and biting until he drives me crazy with want only to stop when I’m about to come.

Sweat builds up on my forehead, and tears stab at my eyes as I feel myself right at the edge of the precipice but unable to jump.

His sharp fangs graze my clit as he sucks in it, drawing blood.

The mix of pain and pleasure makes me spasm, an echo of an orgasm building inside of me. Just as tension builds inside of me again, ready to be released, he flips me onto my back.

I let out a surprised cry.

He chuckles, a dark look descending upon his features as he stares at my naked sex.

His lips and chin are stained red. A few drops of blood cling to his fangs, slowly transferring onto his lips.

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