"What are you doing?" Rino asked with a low, but firm voice.
Then at that point, he yelled inwardly at himself.
He needed to purge out the damn holy personality of Ikenna, his former self, and fully embrace that of Rino Carter.
This should be normal for him, not the other way round.
He locked his eyes into that of Dalia, who kept mute, looking somewhat uncomfortable around.
What could probably be running in her mind? Rino thought.
Maybe she met the wrong person?
That he will expose her deeds?
Will she even be afraid if he was to expose her?
Her nickname—Queenpin—hinted at this similar act. That's why she bore the name, and it fitted her.
"I am..." Dalia stammered, she wanted to apologize.
Her confidence when she stepped into the room had dwindled drastically.
She thought she was wrong.
Rino was someone who could remain faithful to his girlfriend. He was not like the other rich guys who had multiple girlfriends.
What had she done?!
What in the heck have I brought upon myself?
Her hand trembled, but still rested on the mighty warrior that was beneath Rino's pants.
Should she release her hand?
She didn't want to.
She was already horny after feeling the hardness of the might of Rino's dick, and what had come into her mind was to stroke it.
But, now that Rino acted the way he did, was she going to continue?
He was surely against it. His reaction showed it.
And so, painfully, she slowly released her hands from where they were and made to climb down the bed on which she had rested with her knees.
But—
"How do you want me to take care of this, now?" Rino asked, to Dalia's shock.
"Huh?"
Dalia looked down at where Rino's hands were pointing. His dick had stood stiff, erection had taken place.
Dalia gasped. No, she felt triumphed.
But not yet, Rino can decide to bear the pain of erection himself. He doesn't seem like someone who would care.
Is that the case?
It shouldn't be. She was already down for this business, this night.
She reached her hand to clamp around the hard mighty rock that stood straight. Her eyes turned watery, her face changing from a nervous look to a flirty one.
"I can..."
Before she could complete her statement, Rino made a move.
Since she awakened my weapon, I have no other choice.
Rino had thought, before he moved toward her and shut her up with a kiss. The kiss was hard and demanding.
Dalia had expected not to get any kind of physical eagerness from Rino and she was surprised to find that this was not so.
On the other hand, Rino couldn't help but think that life had ups and downs.
He was the guy who had beautiful women around him, no lie. But they never threw themselves at him, not for sex.
He always made the move, but here was Dalia, doing the exact opposite.
He wasn't going to play the fool though. He will just use her in bed, and send her away when morning is nigh.
That's what he was going to do.
As the kiss was getting deep, and becoming more intent, Dalia couldn't help but think of what Laria would say if she found out.
Rino pulled out from the kiss, not instantly but pleasurably, helping Dalia out of the gown she was putting on.
Then, with motive, he pulled her closer and dropped her on the bed, naked. While he got up from the bed, keeping Dalia waiting.
Just now, under the dim light that came into the room through the window, he took in on her sweetly.
Her face was breathtaking, and her body was flawless. Her bare skin was like a smooth plane of honey color, except for the triangle of soft black hair between her legs.
If there was something Rino had learned, it was that beautiful girls were almost invariably narcissistic, so preoccupied with their own egocentricities that they were lousy lays.
They felt their contribution to lovemaking was simply conferring their presence in a man's bed so that the man ended up having sex to an unmoving lump of clay and was expected to be grateful for the experience.
At least, that was how it turned out for him with Zaria, and he had learned his lesson.
"Ah," he scratched his head, confusing the waiting Dalia the more.
Well, perhaps, he could teach this one something.
As Dalia watched him, he undressed his pants and singlet, leaving them carelessly strewn on the floor, and climbed the bed.
"There's no need to rattle your beauty in your front," he said. "You've heard it multiple times."
"Beauty is wasted," Dalia shrugged, "unless it is used to give pressure."
Rino looked at her in quick surprise. That was it. He will make use of her to his esteem satisfaction.
Rino Carter was adept at the manual foreplay that preceded sex. And right here, Dalia had come simply to get laid.
Shit.
She was a silly fool if she thought that she could trade what every woman in the world carries between her legs for the great and unique genius that Rino Carter possessed in his head.
This was Rino's thoughts before he began to climb on her, but Dalia pushed him down on the bed, spitted saliva onto his strong dick and began to rub it striking it up and down.
She stopped for a moment, and moved up to him, kissing his lips, her tongue darting into his mouth in quick bird-like movements.
Then, she pulled away and her tongue started moving towards his belly, her long hair trailing across his body like light, silky fingers.
Maybe, she's better at it, Rino thought, surrendering entirely to her foreplay.
His organ, his dick, became stiffer, stronger, as she moved her hands slowly up and down on them. She continued this up-and-down movement on his dick until her tongue met the tip of his dick.
The pleasure was immeasurable for Rino at that point, as she covered his hard dick with her mouth and began to suck gently on them.
"Is this not better, Rino," she asked with her mouth full of saliva from the suck his dick.
Her eyes, now innocent, looked wide into Rino's as she extended one hand to meet the hand Rino had moved toward one breast.
She did not push it away but held it more firmly against her breast.
"I should teach you," Rino found himself muttering, as he groaned from the pleasure he got from the oral sex which Dalia gave with her mouth.
She's the Queenpin. She's good.
Then, in this intentional moment, a thought suddenly crept into Rino's mind.
'Don't get deceived, Rino!'
Of course, I won't.
He had planned to send her away after using her to satisfy the pleasure she had started. Unless she proved to be of financial help.
She should be.
Rino forced himself not to get distracted by this disturbing thought.
He wanted to focus on what was before him, he needed to get it done outrightly.
At this thought, he pressed on the breast which his hand had met, for what felt like a longer time, then pulled Dalia up to his head.