His size made her swallow hard. Now she could not help but feel a little worried. Even though she had zero experience with the opposite sex in this regard, she was not completely unaware of the average sizes that men’s tools range.

Though she knew vaginas expand somewhat, but… but was he not a bit… too thick? That would certainly hurt, right?! Could she even handle that? Not to mention that she was a complete newbie in the area too.

Shock and uncertainty flashed across her reddened face. Though she was very intimidated by his size, it was strange how she found that she could not take her eyes of it. It seemed to have a very magnetic pull that caused her eyes to linger much to her embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,” his low voice echoed, forcing her to finally be able to tear her gaze of his impressive girth and lifted her eyes to look at his face. His breathtaking eyes held her enraptured and before she realized it, he was already right before her. “I have promised you that I’ll never hurt you, Zary. You do believe me, right?” his hot breath touched her lips, igniting the fire all over again.

Then he kissed her and all she could do was give in to his delicious coaxing. Soon, his intimidating rod was forgotten as he once again engulfed her body and mind in the heat of his touches and his kisses.

He drew her nipple between his teeth after teasing and sucking it, causing her to whimper and shiver in response. She had not known that she was so sensitive! Her need to be released from this torturous pleasure made desperation rise up within her. She wanted him now! She would take him… she would handle him. She will do it! Because Zary knew that he was the only one who could take this aching pleasure away. No one else could save her from this burning lust but him alone.

“Sam… now, please. Hurry. Give it to me, now.” her voice came out begging, reaching for him and tugging at him desperately. She did not know what to do with this agitation and restlessness that had been kindled within her – all thanks to Sam. She could not believe it would make her behave so wantonly like this. However, she was way past caring and only wanted… no, needed for this ache to be satiated by this perpetrator who was before her now.

But again, the naughty man held her wrists and pinned them to the sides of her head.

“Patience, sweetheart.” He whispered. “We’re not there yet.”

“Oh my god! Sam!!” she half shrieked, quite sure in her feeling that she was unable to take it any longer. “I’ve had enough Sam, so just –”

“Shh…” he brushed his lips against hers. “I am the teacher right now, sweetheart. You need to listen to my lesson –”

“Your lesson is frustrating.” She complained, pulling at her hands to see if he would relax that restraint on her. “I feel like this is actually not a lesson but a torture.”

“A delicious torture,” he corrected, eyes gleaming so sexily in the dim light. And she pursed her lips, glaring at him a little due to frustration. All her attempts at breaking free were useless against his great strength and she gave up trying, letting her head fall back.

A quiet chuckle echoed as he distracted her by returning his mouth to her breast again.

“Ugh! I said enough with my breast, Sam, you little...” she trailed off when his face hovered over hers, eyes darkening. That gaze of his always makes her forget what she was about to say.

“You don’t like what I’m doing?” he asked mischievously.

“No, I… like it. But I really want you to move on. I told you I’m more than ready now.” She pleaded, hoping that he would finally grant her a break from all that torture.

“Alright,” he purred seductively against her ear, “you have been a very disobedient and impatient student. But luckily, your wish is always my command, Master.”

His answer gave her so much relief that she almost sobbed out. Thankful that he would be stopping with his teasing and finally get down to it.

Coasting his hands along her thigh, Sam lowered himself. He trailed his tongue downwards until she shifted beneath him, grabbing at his head by curling her hands into his thick hair.

He lifted his face and looked at her from the top of her stomach. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at him.

“You… you’re not going to…”

A sexy as hell smile curved on his face as his gaze smouldered through his thick straight lashes.

“Let me check first if you’re truly ready, Zary.”

Her eyes stretched wider at that statement, and her lips opened and closed but no words came out from her lips. Speech failed her and she could only watch on as he dragged his mouth even lower, without breaking their eye contact.

“You… you really don’t need to…” embarrassment was flooding her entire being now.

“Yes, I have to, sweetheart. For your sake.” He answered as his mouth was right over her sex. And she gasped as the touch of his hot breath.

When his eyelids lowered and stared at her most intimate place, Zary covered her face.

“Sorry… but you’re not ready yet.” She heard him say. A protest was about to spill from her lips, but she was forced to swallow her own words at what he did next.

He dragged his tongue against her aching part, causing her to gasp hard.

“Leave this to me, Zary. I promise that you will love this.”

Then he licked her, tasted her. He opened her folds with his hot and slick tongue, delving deeper, stroking further until she started to sob from the waves of pleasure that was now rocking her entire being.

His tongue then found an excruciatingly sensitive place that made her quiver, and she made a grab at his hair again. He tickled it with his wicked tongue and did not stop until her little moans began to spill out from her throat.

“S-sam… oh god…” she moaned his name the moment his slick tongue started to dance in a delicious and skilful rhythm. It was so mind blowing she could no longer think straight. She could no longer think – period. Then she felt him suckled that taut bud, making her twist and whimper until she could not even say a coherent word anymore. Pleasured grunts, moans and little screams were the only audible sounds that came from her lips.

He did not stop his attack on her. He continued his sinuous ministrations, increasing the pace of his every stroke and ate at her sex. Almost in a punishing way.

Her head fell back, and her body arched against his mouth. Her body was trembling and her mind a total mush due to the overwhelming pleasures that were coming in waves, not allowing her a moment of respite. This was beyond what she was expecting. This was too much that she cried and gasped and called out his name again while closing her fingers so tightly in his silky hair.

Then it came, the blast, the result of his masterful pleasuring. The pleasure she had not known was possible to exist. She pulsed, tingled, shuddered, and he never stopped.. He only continued eating away her every violent twitches and throbs.