Ghostly butterfly

Chapter11

"When you called me, I was busy,"

Yamilet said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She lifted the hem of her short skirt with both hands and curtsied like a Disney princess. But the dress was so short that her cute butt almost came out.

The woman's voice was coquettish, as if she were a young prostitute on the street trying to attract clients. "Boss, you interrupted my good time. How are you going to make it up to me?"

The lenses hanging from Luis's nose were icy and about to fall like a cold blade.

He was tall and lean with clear facial features, and his refined and gentle voice charmed many young girls. They thought he was their destined lover who would turn them into moths chasing after a ghostly flame.

Even when he had a family, they didn't care.

But Yamilet wasn't a little girl anymore. Although she enjoyed having sex with Luis, she didn't feel comfortable when he ruined her plan for tonight.

Luis had many peculiar principles, such as not kissing; such as refusing to have sex with Yamilet if she slept with other men before him.

Yamilet swayed her waist and rubbed her ample breasts against the man's body as she asked tentatively, "Luis, how about doing it right here?"

Sure enough, Luis took a step back and sat back in his brown leather chair.

He smiled warmly and said, "Tonight we'll just use your mouths."

Damn this sneaky dog of a man.

Yamilet angrily tossed her skirt aside. "You should have kept that young accountant, let her hide under your desk and give you blowjobs every day!" she spat.

Luis shrugged, unapologetic. "She would fall in love with me, but you won't."

The light flickered in the turquoise glass lampshade, casting a wavering shadow at the man's feet like a human-eating swamp.

Thorny tentacles sprouted from the swamp, wrapping around Yamilet's slender heels and ankles, pulling her into endless danger.

She knelt slowly in front of him, her knees rubbing against the soft Persian carpet.

She undid Luis's belt and zipper and rubbed the restless little beast through his soft underwear. Her lips glued to his growing genitalia as she exhaled warm breaths.

Of course, she wasn't going to be so obedient. Her slightly pointed fangs occasionally "accidentally" bit into the plump flesh at the base of his shaft.

"Yami," Luis gently rubbed the mole at the corner of her left eye with his thumb before affectionately calling out her name again. "Yami, be good for me?"

Yamilet blinked and pulled down his black underwear to reveal his semi-erect penis. She turned her head and used her fangs to grind on the blue veins that weren't fully visible yet.

Her eyes were hooked at the corners with emotions as she glanced sideways at Luis.

I risk my life to make money for you; all it takes is one phone call for you to summon me here whenever you want; you want me to suck your dick then I do – am I not good enough?

Biting onto his member, Yamilet took it into her mouth until she reached its swollen smooth head before grinding it without mercy. Her teeth bite down on its coronal groove.

The slight pain finally cracked Luis's warm expression.

He reached into the drawer and pulled out a Colt M1873 revolver. The golden barrel of the single-action revolver was shiny, and its intricate engravings were extremely exquisite.

Luis opened the chamber and removed all six bullets, throwing them onto the table with a clanging sound.

He then picked up one bullet and reloaded it into the chamber.

With his slender white fingers, he spun the cylinder several times before stopping it. He held onto the gun handle, pressed down on the trigger hammer with a click, and aimed it at Yamilet's forehead.

"Suck well," Luis still had a smile on his face as if it were a crescent moon. "If you don't make me come, I'll fire every five minutes."

Damn.

This is thrilling.

Yamilet's pussy trembled with excitement, moistening her panties quickly. She could feel that her underwear was soaked through – chilly from the cold air blowing onto it.

Bryce always said she was crazy but how could she not be when she was raised by someone like him?

Whenever she loosened up even slightly, Luis would remind her to look at the tip of her shoe or feel his gun against her forehead; tighten up those nerves and walk properly for me.

Just like now, with a one-in-six chance of ending her life hovering over her head, a gun was pressed against her forehead.

The man's swollen red glans was like a ripe red plum emitting a salty and musky scent. The smooth skin was moistened by Yamilet's saliva as she slowly took it into her mouth, bit by bit until the whole thing was gone.

Luis's penis matched his appearance and temperament – not particularly thick but long and clean with the smell of his preferred body wash. The slightly curved shape always brought Yamilet an incredible sensation that triggered certain switches deep within her body that only he could activate.

She flattened her tongue, tightened her cheeks, and took him deeper and deeper inside. She had complete control over her senses, so even when the head hit her throat, she didn't feel like vomiting.

That allowed her to complete some daunting tasks, such as swallowing Luis whole.

There aren't many cocks... cough – there aren't many men who don't enjoy deep throating.

Just like now, his most sensitive part wasn't under his control anymore as it was swallowed deeply into a cramped and dangerous throat. Occasionally, sharp teeth scraped over his shaft, causing a painful yet tingling sensation that added more fuel to the fire already raging inside him.

This dangerous pleasure felt like having your head swallowed by a python while its poisonous fangs were ready to bite your neck at any moment.

For a second, it was hard to tell which one was in greater danger – Yamilet with a gun to her forehead or him with his most vulnerable part swallowed down her throat.

"Yami is really good at sucking," Luis groaned against the back of his chair. "If you hadn't been naughty tonight, I would've fucked you right here."

Yamilet moaned and whimpered as if she wanted to say something but could only produce a series of low-pitched vibrations from her vocal cords.

It felt like she had a ghostly butterfly inside her body that was slowly waking up.

According to legend, the ghostly beauty butterfly came from hell. Its left wing was a mesmerizing beauty while its right wing was eerie and terrifying bones. If it smelled the scent of desire, it would fly to the raging beast's body and stand gracefully on top of it. With its wings flapping, it could create a tornado that destroyed anyone's minds.

The uninterrupted stimulation began swirling in his lower abdomen and rose upwards. Finally, Luis's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he tilted his head back slightly to hide any signs of losing control.

He endured the first wave of destruction before the old grandfather clock on the table reminded him that five minutes had already passed.

He lightly brushed aside Yamilet's black hair with the cold barrel before pressing it against her smooth forehead again without hesitation.

Bang! The sound of an empty shot rang out clearly.

"You are really lucky," Luis said admiringly as he pressed down on the trigger hammer once again while looking at Yamilet who was still obediently sucking his cock without being affected by the gunshot sound.

With lowered eyelashes, Yamilet didn't look up at Luis again.

Her mouth felt sore, so she spat out the wet penis and used both hands to help herself breathe before starting another round of sucking.

Another five minutes had passed when Luis's palms heated up the gun handle as his knuckles turned white.

He pulled the trigger again, but it was still an empty shot.

"Wow, I'm really lucky," Yamilet said this time.

The third five-minute mark arrived, and another empty shot echoed through the room. By now, Luis had realized Yamilet's intentions.

She avoided stimulating the area that would lead him to ejaculate quickly and prevented him from reaching a critical point of pleasure while keeping him on edge. Every time he tried to cross that line, she pulled him back.

As the fourth five-minute mark approached and the seconds ticked away, Luis still hadn't pulled the trigger.

Yamilet paused briefly before using her thumb to press against his red glans that seemed about to bleed.

Her tongue slid out and licked away the sticky liquid on her lips as she spoke in a hoarse voice: "Shoot already and see if my luck has run out."