Page 40 of Seduce & Destroy

“You can’t– I–” I tried to protest, but Kenna just pushed it further in and I quickly lost my train of thought at the sweet friction. “Oh my god,” I sighed.

“The safety is on,” she assured me and jumped down from the chair to continue the wet trail that began at my jaw. She kissed my stomach, my hips and my thighs but conveniently avoided the area I needed her most.

“Please,” I was flustered as something akin to butterflies swarmed in my lower belly. When Kenna’s breath skimmed my pussy, I shivered, my entire body wound so tight from the relentless teasing.

“This is our first time,” she said, softly, “Gotta make it count.” She kissed my clit with a quick peck.

I was only focused on her. Sounds disappeared and the threat that someone, anyone, could walk in at any time entirely dissipated.

She placed a heavy hand on my lower stomach eliciting a deep, pained moan from my lips.

“Shh. I’ll make it better, promise princess.” Returning to kissing my thighs again, I pushed my head back in frustration. This was a sweet bloody torture.

Every couple of seconds, she would tap the gun handle. It made my heart rate jump each time. Until finally, she pumped the gun three times, bringing me almost to the cresting point, before pulling out altogether.

My wetness dripped from the gun, and I watched as Kenna licked it clean.

She briefly inserted two fingers to collect some more and spread it around my pussy lips and up to my clit, giving it a couple of circles that made me see stars before lifting her fingers to my mouth and commanding me to ‘lick’.

As soon as my lips wrapped around her fingers, she suctioned my clit into her mouth. And my stringent patience was weaning as my chest fell heavier with each passing second.

She lifted the gun, bringing it to my entrance again, but barely penetrating. “Don’t come yet, princess,” she commanded.

Her mouth returned to my clit, and I grunted a loud, “please.” But she just sucked harder and moved the handgun with shallow strokes. There was a countdown in my head, and I was nearing number one. I felt like I could implode.

Something told me she was never going to give me permission so as I came to the precipice, I roughly slid my fingers into her hair and held her face to my pussy as I came all over her.

I bucked a few times, but my grip never loosened on her head until I felt the last wave of an orgasm crash through me. I was barely cognizant, but I heard Kenna’s quiet words.

“What’s your name?”

“Princess,” I mumbled.

“Good girl.”

When I finally let go, Kenna fell back against a filing cabinet on the floor.

I, on the other hand closed my eyes and focused on steadying my breathing.

We lapsed into a moment of silence. Though, I felt her watching me, collapsed and spent in the chair. I was too satiated to care about how that looked.

Eventually, when I did open my eyes, Kenna had a smug smile on her face. She was already dressed again as if nothing had happened. I sat up to find my jeans and top again. The draft from under the door caused a chill to spread through me.

I opened and closed my mouth before words tumbled out. “That was…” I exhaled, but then I looked over at her and realised, “What about you?!” In a kind of shock. It’s not fair that I got all the big, incredible orgasm, we had sex together.

Still, she smiled. “Don’t worry about me, I took my pleasure too.” When I looked confused, she continued. “I got myself off, Laney. You made a wonderful mess.”

“Oh God,” I said with a smile. And I sent a quiet prayer that there were no hidden surveillance cameras in this room.

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Shortly after, we returned to my bedroom. As we always did.

She listened to my rambling and musings, and we read together snuggled on my bed. With both our eyes on the page, I combed my fingers through her hair absentmindedly, perfectly content to just feel its softness and be in her company. Yet, at the back of my mind existed a thought that had been nagging me for days now.

There is still so much I don’t know about Kenna. I had spilled my guts to this girl, gave her my first orgasm from another person, cried in front of her three times, but still, she hadn’t been forthcoming with me.

The question popped out before I could stop it. “Why don’t you tell me things as I do with you?”

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