28. Boneless Kebab
***Emara Stone***
“Blow me if you want your book."
Ryan's words dance like small piggies in my head. They run in circles shaking their tiny tails with ass up in the air while I stand in a moral question to do or not to.
Though I have never done something like this before, I have seen in movies how much boys love it.
Ryan's fingers possessive grab my stomach as if he owns it. His sturdy arms are in no intention of leaving me, and I have no strength to fight them.
Maybe if I had my sword, that king had bestowed on me for my bravery from fighting a dozen fire dragons, I would have chopped the devil's almighty banana and kept it at the entrance of my kingdom so everyone could see my slicing skills.
*But alas!* Neither I have the sword, nor the bravery to peel his banana. I look up at the devil, brown hair falls on his enticing eyes that penetrate deep inside my soul. Excitement is clearly seen through them as they gawk me with intensity.
I can't believe he is trying to blackmail ME? Me, the best kiss nominee of our college. But I want my book.
"Okay, I'll do it." I mutter and in an instance, his cruel lips widen in a smirk showing his polished white teeth.
I waste no time and take in lots of oxygen mix carbon dioxide and nitrogen in my lungs and blow on Ryan's smirking face with an intensity that could even blow a wig away.
*Take this. Take it all, you boneless kebab!*
Ryan's eyes immediately shut down as my high ferocity wind forces his eyelids to submit and fall down. His hair that was lifelessly falling on his eyes suddenly dances at my mercy and sits on the top of his head.
I call it *'Fire breathing dragon'* blow. It can put life even in a dead KFC chicken.
I fill my cheeks again with gases and blow hot air on his face but by mistake, my tongue comes in an angle that along with hot air, some water droplets from my mouth lands on Ryan's beautiful face at a superfast speed. *Oops!*
"STOP IT." He growled.
The birds flinch back in fear along with me. My heart throbs like my pussy as I feel blazing anger radiating from his skin. In an instance, Ryan slams his large palm on his chiseled face and cleans the residue of my saliva.
*Why he is getting mad? I did what he told me to do.*
"You didn't like it?" I ask him for reviews but all he does is keep staring at me deadly. Ryan's lips get thin with anger and his nostrils flare with fire as he stares down at me menacingly. The distance between us vanishes as he furiously leans down to me.
*I think I hurt his penis again.*
"What THE FUCK was that?" Ryan's cold eyes snip straight into mine as he roars brutishly on my face. I whimper and quiver under his burning gaze as I try to conserve myself from his fury, "Yo-yu toll me tu blo-blow on youh so ay di-dh."
"I can't fucking believe this!” Ryan mumbles under his breath as he talks to himself like a schizophrenia patient.
*I wonder how an injury in the penis can cause brain damage?*
I am no doctor, but I can tell there must be a very long nerve that directly connects from his pee-pee's head to his upper head.
Ryan blankly looks at me, as if I am see-through. His face looks like he lost his shares and million-dollar company to his ex-wife who ran away with a pizza delivery guy and now he is forced to be a stripper in a gay club.
In short, he looks pissed.
Suddenly, my soul screams in horror as Ryan smiles. His fake smile spreads wide on his *'Give me a knife'* face and I shiver.
Maniac, a pure lunatic psycho maniac is dripping from his eyes as he looks at me interestingly. Oh, boy! I gulp loudly as Ryan slowly leans down to my height and softly says, "It's okay. We will start from the beginning."
I blink in uncertainty, not sure if he was talking to me or someone in his head. The enthusiasm in his voice reaches his eyes and they start dancing in flames. Hell's flames. I gulp and nod, my heart feels heavy as if I just made a dangerous deal with the Devil that everyone warned me about.
As it is said, if you keep knocking on Satan's door, sooner or later he will invite you in.
Ryan folds his muscular arms on the chest, and his broad shoulders puff up like sturdy steel armour. Suddenly I feel the itch to touch his veiny arms and lick his god damn Black Currant smelling chest. I can't stop thinking of my tongue rolling on his hard chest and soft nipples.
*Wait nipples? I wonder what color they are.*
My eyes again meet his narrowed brown eyes that are deeply studying me. We both gaze in each other's eyes, not a word spoken by either of us. Ryan slowly wets his lips and suddenly out of nowhere asks me,
"What's my name?"
‘O Na Na! What's my name?’ Rihanna screams in my head.
"What do you mean?" I mutter in confusion as I blankly look at him.
I wonder if I accidentally blew his brain away from his skull. Ryan smirks and my heart skips some of its beats as he leans down to my face and whispers in his husky voice, "What is my name?" [Author- motherfucker]
"R-Ryan." My breaths come out short. He nods and leans closer to my mouth, so close that if I pout, my lips would easily brush his soft petals.
"Again." The butt prince orders. His warm nicotine breath fans on my parted lips and I whisper following his orgasmic command, "Ryan."
A satisfying smile appears on his god-damn-beautiful face, like a predator on a hunt.
I feel an electric current passing through my skin as I feel his breath on my sensitive neck.