Page 30 of Pretty Little Prey
“I—I get it,” Luna said. “Being a slut means being empowered. Are we done?”
“That’s not what I was getting at. I want your meaning and feeling behind the word to change.”
“Can’t you just—” Luna cut off on a gasp as Bastille’s hand cupped her right breast.
His thumb swiped out over the lower curve of her breast, just below where her nipple continued to pebble for him. He stroked back and forth, causing waves of lust to crash over her from the mere anticipation of a firmer touch on the sensitive tip of her breast.
She involuntarily let out a squeak.
“Look at these pouty,sluttylittle nipples,” Bastille rasped in her ear. “Puckered for a mouth. Begging to be touched.” His thick fingers drifted further up, dragging over one of her nipples but not settling over it. The motion was a tease. A light caress with no promise of more.
It drove her a little crazy.
He pressed two fingers to her bottom lip, pushing her mouth slightly open. “And these slutty little lips,” he cooed. “What were these lips made for, Princess?”
“T-Talking back?” she guessed.
“Mm, maybe you need to phone a friend. Sly, what are her lush lips made for?” Bastille asked him.
Sly grinned as he leaned back on the couch. “I’m going to go with, ‘sucking cock.’”
She swallowed hard, but she could not deny his dirty words turned her on even more. Her abdomen twisted with arousal. With need.
“These lips are for sucking our cocks like the good little slut you are, Princess.”
Her breath caught in her throat. His words should piss her off, so why were her hips beginning to rock?
“Lick my thumb,” Bastille commanded. His finger pressed further into her mouth, making her open her lips enough for his thumb to enter.
Hesitantly, she flicked her tongue against his thumb.
“Verygood,” he purred his praise, and another shiver shook her. “See what a good girl you can be? A good little slut for us?” he asked.
She was about to elbow him over that taunt, but he pinched the tip of her tongue, pulling lightly and shocking her still.
“And this slutty little tongue? This is for licking up our cum.”
She should have been rioting. She should have been overheating with contempt. Instead, she was overheating with thinly veiled lust.I should hate the words he is using. Why am I feeling like this?
He released her tongue and moved his hand back to her breasts. “But back to these perfect fucking handfuls.” He squeezed the sensitive, curved mounds of flesh, and she bit back a moan. “What would you say if I said I wanted to fuck them? If I laid you back on the couch, pumped my hard dick between them, and fucked your soft tits until I came on your neck?”
She swallowed another whimper. The image he painted… It infiltrated her mind, corrupting it instantly. Like chocolate syrup dissolving into milk after someone aggressively mixed it with a spoon. She could see it clearly—Bastille’s jaw clenched, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure as he thrust his cock between her breasts. Him telling her what a good girl she was to take it.
She had forgotten his question.
“Speechless?” Bastille chuckled. “Now we know what it takes.”
Unable to form a retort, Luna held her breath as he captured her nipple between his fingers and gave a light tug. “Bastille.”
“Mmm, a slutty nipple like this needs to be teased, doesn’t it? You want a tongue caressing it? Maybe a mouth to pleasure the little peak?” Bastille pinched her tender pink flesh so hard, she cried out.
At the sound of her pain, Kobe twitched and jolted upright. “Moonbeam?” Apparently, the werewolf was ready to intervene at any moment. However, his offer to help was overshadowed by the enormous bulge forming behind the crotch of his sweatpants.
“Aww, did that hurt?” Bastille chuckled; his fingertips continued petting her nipple. Blood rushed back to it after his harsh pinch, causing an erotic tingling sensation that just made her wetter between her legs. “Would you like me to ask Kobe to come over here to kiss it better?”
Breathlessno longer accurately described her. She could no sooner take in a deep breath than she could stop blushing. Wetness rushed between her thighs at the offer of having Kobe tend to her breasts.
Since he received no response from her, Bastille continued. “How does it feel to have such slutty tits, Princess? Such slutty nipples, begging to be abused by my mouth?”
