I blushed under his gaze, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride as I practiced my tomato routine. No one had ever looked at me with such raw, unadulterated desire.
It made me feel powerful, wanted.
He reached out, his calloused fingers tracing the lace edge of my bra before sliding underneath to cup my breast. His thumb brushed over my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I gasped, my body arching into his touch.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice low and encouraging. “Let me hear you. Let me know what feels good.”
His other hand mirrored the action, cupping and squeezing, his fingers rolling my nipples until I was panting, my body swaying slightly. I felt like I was in a trance, every touch, every word pulling me deeper under his spell.
Kardok leaned in, his lips capturing mine again in a searing kiss. His hands left my breasts to trail down my sides, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly, reverently, slid them down my legs.
The way he held my gaze seemed to beasking, waiting for my consent. I couldn’t think well enough to form words, but I reached for his arms, steadying myself as I nodded and stepped out of my underwear.
I was now completely naked, my body on full display for him. His gaze raked over me, his eyes darkening with lust. “Fuck, Lila,” he growled. “You’re a perfect little package, aren’t you.”
His words sent a rush of heat through me, my body flushing with arousal, as I remembered the rumors about him and his lovers. This was Kardok the Wicked, the Teal Terror known for his exploits with the puck bunnies and team followers.
Was that what I was?
Because here and now, I could convince myself I was different—special.
Kardok reached out, his fingers trailing up my inner thigh, making me shiver. “I want to touch you,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I want to feel how wet you are for me.”
I nodded, my breath hitching as his fingers brushed against my folds. He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut briefly. “Gods, you’re soaked,” he murmured, his fingers sliding through my wetness. “Is this all for me, Princess?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my body trembling as he circled my clit, causing my hips to buck and sending waves of pleasure through me.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice a low growl. “I want you to trust me, Lila. Can you do that?”
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. “Yes.” Oh God, I did. “Please.”
His fingers slid inside me, curling to hit a spot no other male had ever bothered to find, deep inside me. I moaned, my hips rocking against his hand. The heel of his palm pressed against my clit, providing the perfect pressure as his fingers stroked me from the inside.
“That’s it, Princess,” he coaxed, his voice a dark promise. “Ride my hand. Take what you need.”
I whimpered, my body moving of its own accord, chasing the pleasure that was building with each stroke of his fingers. He bent down, his mouth capturing one of my nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. The combination of his mouth on my breast and his fingers inside me was overwhelming, sending me spiraling towards the edge.
Mindlessly, I reached for him, and Kardok leaned back, his eyes locked on mine as he curled his fingers around my hand to press it against his chest. His heart was pounding, a steady rhythm that matched my own.
My hand slid lower, tracing the lines of his abs, and he continued to hold my wrist. But when I reached his cock—when had he lost his jeans?—his touch moved, cupping my hand, wrapping my fingers around his thick ridges.
We both groaned as he showed me how to stroke him, how to mimic the movement ofhisfingers inside me.
“Explore me, love,” he rasped. “Use me until you’re completely comfortable.”
I bit my lip, a shiver of anticipation running through me. I’d thought my orc-shaped dildo—with its ridges and thick base—had trained me what to expect, but this wasKardok.He was warm and thick, his cock pierced at the tip, something I’d never seen before. I could already imagine how good it would feel inside me.
He whispered praise, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “That’s it,Lila. Gods, you feel so good. Stroking me like that...fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this.”
I felt powerful.Right. No male had ever said that sort of thing to me before, no one had ever told me I was perfect while grinding the heel of his palm against my clitoris, providing the exact pressure I needed.
“I’ve wanted to taste you here for ages,” he growled, his fingers sliding through my wetness. “Wanted to feel you come on my tongue, my fingers, my cock.”
His words sent another rush of heat through me, my body flushing with arousal. He bent down, his mouth capturing one of my nipples again, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. My hand slipped away from his cock, my body too overwhelmed with sensation to focus on anything but the pleasure he was giving me.
He licked and sucked, his fingers curling inside me, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit. The sensation was overwhelming, sending me spiraling towards the edge.
“Kardok,” I gasped, my body trembling. “I’m—I’m close.”
