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She gasped against his neck when his large palms lifted to cup her breasts. He squeezed them tight, sweeping a thumb across the hard pink tips until they tightened to pebbles for him. Electricity sparked and crackled in her nerve endings.
“Love these perfect tits,” Bastille groaned out, his own hips jerking up, his cock seeking her heat, as he roughly palmed her breasts.
She drank harder, the long pulls making Bastille grunt and flex his hips once more.
“You were about to fuck that worker,” he reminded her gruffly. “Why are you holding back from me?”
Because you did this to me. Because I hate you.
“Let the lust rule you, pet,” Bastille purred. “I’ll make you feel so good.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned as his hands left her breasts and trailed down her stomach.
He tugged on the back of her thighs, roughly spreading them and forming a cradle for himself until the hard length of his cock twitched against her slit through his pants. His hand trailed back between them, to cup her pussy.
“Let yourself take what you need from me,” he whispered into her hair. “Did you know, the more pleasure you give your victim, the better his blood tastes?”
Chapter 37
Pleasurehim? She did not care to do that. But it would seem he cared to pleasure her.
One of his hands continued to knead her breast and pluck at her taut pink nipple, while the other pet her between her legs, fueling the fire of need burning inside her. His thumb moved in slow, teasing circles over her swollen clit, making her body tremble at the sensation.
“That’s it. That’s my girl,” Bastille cooed to her as he expertly strummed her erotic pleasure points. “Melting for my touch. Such a good girl. You take your pleasure so well.”
She breathed out a heady exhale over his neck as he pressed harder down onto her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“You’re a predator now, pet,” he told her. “Take. What. You. Want.”
The dam of resistance broke.
An animalistic growl vibrated her lips as she sank her pussy over his cock, grinding to her heart’s content. Humping him again and again.Feels so good.
“It would feel even better to put it inside you,” he whispered.
She knew he was not hypnotizing her, but she was under his spell. Like he spoke directly to her thoughts. Because she could not stop thinking about riding his cock. Her pussy spasmed for him, begging to be filled.
“It would feel so good to have my cock stretching your tight little pussy. I bet you’re drenched for me. Practically dripping. Fuck, I would fill you up so good. Rub right where you need me to.”
Her breaths were ragged as she ground over him. The pressure on her clit drove her head into the clouds and her thoughts into sticky cotton candy fluff. The delicious taste of his blood made her body hotter and hotter. Tighter. So taut, like she needed to explode. She needed release.
Need to come.
“Doesn’t your greedy little pussy want to come?” he teased. “Think about how good it would feel to drain me of my blood and my cum at the same time.”
That did sound good. It made her sound powerful. Like she could rule this alpha king by his dick.Takefrom him whatever she wanted.
One of her hands drifted down to shove at the waistband of his pants. Fabric ripped, and she maneuvered his bare, thick cock against her aching slit.
“That’s it,” he said. “Feed it inside you.”
Her grip tightened on the base of his dick—so rough, he grunted in pain.
“Don’t be mean, pet,” he warned, that rattling sound echoing in his chest again. “Be a good girl for me. Take my cock. You know how good it will feel.”
With painstaking slowness, she lowered herself onto him, sinking his cockhead inside her first before taking the rest of him. Bastille released a loud breath as she eased down onto his length. He sunk to the very hilt of her, the hot inner muscles of her pussy pulsing around his cock.
His eyelids fluttered closed, his expression scrunching into one of pained pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasped. “Perfection.”
