Transmigrated: The Lycan King's Pet-Chapter 339 No Rush

Notice: This Chapter contains explicit content. Reader’s discretion is advised. (18+ only)

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Damon tilted his head, muttering curses under his breath, the veins in his hands popped out angry as he tried to grab me and take control, which only made the rope tighten.

I clicked my tongue imitating him. "No, no dear, don’t be a bad boy." I chuckled, continuing my handiwork, and I leaned closer to him. "Look at me." I pushed back his short dark silky hair away from his face.

He looked at me, his eyes drooping like he was drunk. "Why don’t you let this bad boy free, so he can show why he is called a bad boy?"

I held his gaze for a moment before giggling. "Nice try, but don’t worry, I’ll teach you what pleasure is," I drawled. "After all, no pain, no pleasure," I said with a proud seductive expression, my ocean blue eyes burned with desire, hunger, and playfulness.

I flicked my finger and the curtain drew close, leaving the room dark and cozy, then I snapped it again, and small fiery lights floated around us.

"Let me adore you." I leaned forward, trailing kisses along the path my fingers were exploring, on his neck, his chest, and those hot sexy abs.

"Fuck, Jasmine, when I get my hands on you, I’m going to make you beg for mercy." He tilted his head back, shutting his eyes.

My finger trailed down to his groin, I paused, raising my head to look at him, and his eyes stared back at me, they were like a storm, clouded with desire. A pleased look flickered through my face, then I looked down to pay attention to his little big brother that stood erect like a soldier singing ’Arise and shine.’

I poked his little big brother teasingly, which made him groan in protest. "Jasmine, take me in, and stop this torture." He clutched his fist so tight, that I feared for a moment his bones would break.

"How is this torture? It is pleasure." I muttered softly, and slowly, letting the words hang in the air. A firelight floated in front of us, casting a golden glow on us.

I gave a slow stroke, his eyes closed, his toes digging into the mattress.

"Feels good?" I teased with amusement dancing in my eyes.

"Yes, go faster." He groaned.

"No rushing darling." I gave him another stroke, his little big brother throbbing in my palm begging for immediate attention.

"Jasmine... please." He pleaded, moving his waist up and down. I immediately removed my hand, making him groan in frustration.

"Any movement from you and we call it a day." My voice was cold and slightly annoyed.

He looked at me with a pleading gaze. "I won’t make any movement." He said through gritted teeth.

"Good boy." I hummed, as I wrapped my finger around his little big brother, moving my hand up and down in a rhythmic movement.

Damon threw his head back, his face contorted with pleasure.

Then, I decided to level the game. I leaned down, and gave his little big brother a slow lick, like I was tasting a lollipop. His fist clutched tighter. I gave him another lick at the pink top of his length. His little big brother twitched, unable to withstand my torment.

"Jasmine." He growled in desperation.

Pleased by his obedient nature, I took him whole.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest as his little big brother got buried in my mouth, I hollowed my cheek, bobbing my head up and down his length.

I almost choked as his length touched the back of my throat. The sound of sexual noises and groans filled the room, and then I began licking his length, kissing his little big brother with an intensity that made the room grow hotter.

My heart slammed against its cage, butterflies flickering in my stomach, my insides begging for attention. My nipple hardened at the mere thought of having him inside me.

I pulled away from his little big brother, he groaned in frustration, his eyes clouded with the desire to break the rope, and slammed his length right into me.

I smiled innocently at him. "Patient, Damon," I muttered like music.

I slowly loosened the lace of my dress, pulling it from the hole one at a time.

"Can’t you do it a little faster? Rip it off." He growled.

I chuckled, continuing at the slow pace. "Do you want me, Damon? Tell me how much you want me."

Damon’s eyes darkened as they fixated on me. "I want you so badly that I want to tug off the rope and rip off your clothes. I’ll shower every inch of your body with kisses, exploring every nook and crook of your body. I’ll knead your breasts and suck them until they turn red, leaving hickeys on every part of your skin.

Then I’ll thrust my finger inside you, rubbing my thumb around your clits. I’ll make you squirt and scream my name. I’ll lick you up, sucking you dry, while cumming again. Then I’ll thrust my dick inside you, fucking you senseless, sending you to a world of pleasure. I’ll make love with you and fuck the hell out of you at the same time." He growled.

A shiver ran down my spine, his words evoking lust I never knew I had... I wanted him to fuck me as he said, to take me and send me to the world of pleasure.

I let the dress slide down my shoulders, down to my knees. I stood before him naked. I moved my shoulder in a seductive poise. "Hmm... too bad you won’t get to do that, because I’m in control."

I moved closer to him, strapping my legs around him. His little brother was just away from me. I felt a little nervous, as it had been a while since I last had sex.

"Take me," He pleaded, his eyes locked with mine.

Without breaking eye contact, I held his little big brother with one of my hands, guiding him into paradise.