I Am The Game's Villain

I traced a line along her slit and Layla's entire body shivered in response. Her toes curled against the floor, and she let out a trembling breath. "Ah…"

Her reaction only spurred me on. I continued to tease her, tracing the outer edges of her slit without dipping my finger inside just yet. Each stroke sent small waves of pleasure through her, and she responded with soft, almost inaudible moans. "Hmn…"

It was getting harder to hold back, but I wanted to take my time—to prepare her body for what was to come. I pressed my finger lightly against her slit, and her nectar immediately coated my fingertip, warm and slick.

"T—This… ah…" Layla trembled as my finger grazed her clitoral hood, drawing slow patterns around it before finally brushing against her most sensitive spot, her clitoris.

Layla opened her lips and let out a breathy moan. "Ahn!"

I chuckled softly. "I see you're really sensitive here." I continued to rub her clit, using her own arousal to make my movements smoother, more teasing. Her body responded eagerly, her hips shifting slightly as if seeking more.

"A—Ahn… yes… E—Edward… hmmn~!" Layla bit her lip, trying to stifle her sounds as I drew a slow, vertical line from the base of her slit up to her clit. Her sensitivity was quite visible, so I kept my touch light, not wanting to overwhelm her.

"Do you like it, Layla?" I whispered into her ear, my breath warm against her skin as I continued to play with her clit, alternating between gentle circles and light pressure.

"Y—Yes," Layla managed to nod.

I found that stutter of her quite cute so I kissed her which she awkwardly reciprocated telling me that her mind was entirely focused on the sensations I was drawing from her.

She was definitely aroused by now, her nectar coating my right hand as I continued to tease her. I was standing close, leaning into her, and from my vantage point, I could see the rise and fall of her chest beneath her summer dress. Her breasts heaved with each breath, the pink bra she wore peeking through the fabric, along with the soft curve of her cleavage.

Having seen enough, I decided to go deeper, sliding my finger further into her wetness.

"A—Aahn!" Layla let out a louder moan, her thighs instinctively clamping around my hand as if to stop me—or maybe to pull me closer.

Her nectar spilled out even more, and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. She was breathing heavily now, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she came, just a little.

I could feel my own arousal straining against my pants, my cock already rock hard.

Thankfully—or maybe not—having been with Elizabeth three times earlier had given me some self-control. Otherwise, I'm not sure I could've held back from taking Layla right then and there. It was really difficult.

"Let me see," I said with a smile, lifting her skirt to finally get a proper look at her.

My excitement only grew as I took in the sight of her dripping wetness. It was a breathtaking view. Her flushed, glistening folds seemed almost alive, pulsing lightly as if breathing, tiny beads of her cum trickling down her thigh and onto the bed, leaving a damp patch beneath her. Her slit looked perfect, untouched, and slightly parted, as if inviting me in.

"H—How is it?" Layla asked, her breathing still uneven as she glanced at me shyly.

"Beautiful," I replied, honestly. There was no other word for it.

"I want to see you now," Layla said, her hand reaching for the obvious tent in my pants. Her fingers fumbled slightly as she tugged them down, along with my briefs, and my cock sprang free.

"…!"

Her eyes widened at the sight of it, her lips parting in surprise.

"How is it?" I asked, echoing her earlier question.

"It's… bigger than I thought," she said, gulping slightly.

Her face was so close to my cock that a bead of precum had already formed at the tip, glistening in the dim light.

"Did she take it?" Layla asked after a moment, her tone darkening as she brought up Elizabeth.

I reached out, gently cupping her face. "Why are you talking about her right now? This is our first time. If she could handle it, you definitely can. You'll be my first true one, Layla. Let's make it memorable."

Her smile returned, brighter this time, and she reached out to touch me, her fingers brushing against my length. She scooped up the precum with her fingertip and brought it to her lips, tasting it while maintaining eye contact with me. After a moment, she smirked. "Do you want me to suck it, honey?"

I grimaced, trying to hold back.

"I don't think I'll last long if you do that," I said honestly.

But before I could say more, Layla leaned in and took me into her mouth.

"…!"

The sensation was indescribable. Waves of pleasure shot through my body, sending chills down my spine. It was all I could do to keep myself from losing control right then and there.

I felt Layla's warm mouth enveloping my cock—well, not entirely yet, but enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me.

"Ugh…" I groaned, my hand instinctively reaching for her dark hair, tangling my fingers in its softness.

Layla took it as a cue and began to move her head slowly, her lips sliding along my length.

"…!" Another thrill shot through me as her lips glided up and down, her warm breath brushing against my skin.

I could tell she was awkward—this was clearly new to her. My own experience was limited; Elizabeth had taken me into her mouth once, but only for a split second. This was different. Layla was trying, and even her inexperience felt incredible.

She reached out with her hand, wrapping it around the base of my shaft to steady herself before starting to suck in earnest.

"Oh, Layla…" I muttered, my hands tightening in her hair as she continued to move her lips, wet and warm, around me.

Just the sight of her lips gliding over my cock was enough to send me to heaven, but then I felt her tongue—awkward but eager—flicking against the tip and exploring the length of me.

"F—Fuck!" I groaned audibly, my grip on her hair tightening instinctively. It felt like I'd already cum a little, but Layla didn't stop. She kept going, her mouth slowly accommodating more of me, her lips and tongue working in tandem to create wet, sucking sounds that filled the room.

She was sitting there on the bed, completely focused, sucking my cock, a cock for the very first time in her life.

After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. Layla seemed to sense it too, pulling back with a soft pop as she released me.

She looked up at me, a sly smile on her lips as she licked them clean. My cock was glistening with her saliva, harder and more desperate than ever.

"Did you like it, honey?" She asked teasingly. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"You're really asking?" I shot back, my hands already moving to her dress. "I can't hold back anymore, Layla."

She sat there, looking up at me with those wide eyes, before smiling and raising her arms in silent permission. I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head, leaving her nearly naked except for a pink bra that still clung to her, hiding her breasts from view.

Layla crawled back toward the center of the bed, and I followed, my hands trailing along her fair legs before settling on her waist. I leaned down, pressing soft kisses to her tummy and belly button, savoring the way her skin trembled under my touch.

"Hnn~" She sighed in pleasure as my lips moved higher, inching closer to her chest.

My hands found the clasp of her bra, and I fumbled slightly before Layla reached behind her back and unhooked it herself. I slid the fabric down slowly, revealing her breasts to my eager gaze.

I sucked in a deep breath.

They were breathtaking—perfectly shaped, soft, and larger than I'd imagined.

"I can't believe you were hiding these all this time," I said, my voice filled with awe as I stared at her.

Layla grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me closer, and bit my lip playfully before smiling. "They're yours to please," she whispered.

I smirked, my hands reaching up to cup her breasts, though they were almost too big to fully grasp. They were nearly as large as Elizabeth's, and the softness of her flesh sent a thrill through me. I kneaded them gently, and Layla's breathed out with each touch, her body responding to my teasing.

Meanwhile, my left hand drifted lower, teasing her slick folds with two fingers this time.

"Ahan!" Layla moaned, her back arching as pleasure surged through her. Her body flushed a deep red, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as I worked her both above and below.

I lowered my mouth to one of her nipples, sucking it gently before pulling back with my lips, eliciting another sharp cry from her.

"Hmnn!" Her eyes widened, and I felt her release soaking my fingers, her body trembling under my mere touch.

By now, my cock was throbbing, desperate for release. I pulled back, kneeling in front of her as I tried to steady myself.

Layla looked up at me, her pink eyes glistening with tears, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Are you ready?" I asked my voice rougher than I intended as I reached down to grip my cock. Probably because I was having hard time to keep my reasons while being in front of such a perfect naked body.

I figured she was wet enough now—prepared enough to take me without overwhelming pain.

Layla's gaze dropped to my length, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of it. Then she looked back up at me, her expression turning more anticipated and excited than nervous and she nodded.