NOVPUBVillain Ch 1015. Too Good…
"Ngh…" Allen’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening slightly as he watched her. Heuld see the determination in her eyes, the way she looked up at him. There was a fire there, a boldness he hadn’t seen before, and it intrigued him. ’Their secret word is delicious, right?’ he thought innfusion.
"Jane…" he murmured, his voice a mix of surprise and desire. "What are you—"
But before heuld finish, she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft with a slow, deliberate motion. She moved with anfidence that surprised even her, her tongue swirling around hisck, exploring every inch with a teasing softness that made him groan. She kept her eyes locked on his, daring him to maintain hismposure.
Allen’s body tensed, his hands gripping the edges of theuch as he fought tontrol his breathing. Heuld feel the heat rising in hisre, the familiar pull of desire tightening in his stomach.
She was good!
Too good!
He hadn’t expected this level of boldness from her, hadn’t anticipated the way she would takentrol, pushing him to the edge with her tongue. Heuld feel his resolve weakening, the tight grip he usually had over his emotions slipping.
Jane’s mouth moved in rhythm, her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking out to tease his sensitive spots. Sheuld feel the way his body responded to her, the way his muscles tightened, the low moans that escaped his lips. It was exhilarating, this sense of power, this feeling of being able to bring him to the brink of ecstasy.
She wasn’t just playing a role anymore, herncentration was fully on making him feel good.
She pulled back slightly, her lips hovering just above his tip, her breath warm against his skin. She opened her mouth wide, showing him the inside, her tongue flicking out playfully, teasingly. Allen’s eyes darkened with desire, his breathming in ragged gasps. "Wait…" he breathed, his voice a mix of frustration and pleasure. "You’re going to—"
She didn’t let him finish. Instead, she took him deeper, her mouth enveloping him fully, her tongue swirling around him with a skill that surprised them both.
"Hnnn," he groaned. Sheuld feel his body trembling,uld hear the way his breath hitched in his throat, the low, guttural moans that escaped his lips. It was intoxicating, this feeling of being inntrol, of being the one to make him feel this way.
Allen’s hands moved to her hair, his fingers tangling in her locks as he guided her movements, his hips bucking slightly in response to her touch. Heuld feel the heat building, the tensioniling in his stomach, threatening to snap. He was close, too close, and he knew he needed to regainntrol. But Jane wasn’t letting up.
"Jane…" he groaned, his voice strained, his body taut with tension. "You’re… you’re going to make me—"
But she didn’t stop. She wanted to push him, to see just how far sheuld go, to make him losentrol. Sheuld feel his body trembling,uld hear the way his breath came in short, ragged gasps. And she loved it. Loved the power she had over him, loved the way sheuld make him feel.
Allen’s head fell back against theuch, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the sensationsursing through his body. Heuld feel the burning desire inside him, the heat pooling in hisre. He was losing himself in the moment, in the feel of her mouth on him.
And then, just as he was about to tip over the edge, she pulled back, her mouth leaving him with a teasing slowness that made him groan in frustration. His eyes snapped open. His frustration was clear across his face. "Jane…" he growled, his voice thick with desire and a hint of irritation.
Jane, however, seemedmpletely unbothered by his frustration. She looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "What’s the matter, Your Majesty?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
"Didn’t you say you wanted us to give you everything?" Her tone was mocking, but there was a softness in her gaze, a warmth that seemed to say she was just as caught up in the moment as he was.
Allen’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching at his sides. He had to admit Jane was more challenging than he’d anticipated.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, to regain some semblance ofntrol. "Jane," he said again, his voice lower, morentrolled this time. "If you’re going to tease me like that, you’d better be ready for thensequences."
Jane’s lips curled into a sly smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, I’m more than ready, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice dripping with mock reverence. Her hand still wrapped around his shaft, giving a slow, deliberate stroke that made Allen’s breath hitch.
He gritted his teeth, fighting the surge of pleasure thatursed through him. She was good—better than he’d expected. His body was responding to her every touch, every stroke, but his mind was still sharp, still focused.
Jane seemed to sense his struggle, her smile widening as she watched his reaction. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "What’s the matter, Allen?" she whispered, her voice soft and teasing. "Are you afraid you might actually losentrol?"
Allen’s eyes flashed, his grip tightening on her wrist. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Jane," he warned, his voice a low growl. But even as he spoke, heuld feel the heat building inside him, the primal urge to give in, to take what she was offering.
Jane’s smile never wavered. If anything, it grew morenfident. "Maybe I like dangerous games," she shot back, her hand moving with a slow, torturous rhythm that had him on the brink. "Maybe I want to see just how far I can push you."
