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Authors: Tracy Tappan
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you really want, right? I’ll go along with you this time—”
“Shut up, Arc.” Thomal squeezed his lids tighter. “You can’t do this and you know it, so just shut up .”
There was more shuffling movement.
Mürk laughed coarsely.
Thomal sprang his eyes open as Pändra climbed on top of him. He understood Mürk’s laugh. She was spectacularly naked now, a vista of bare, fair flesh…except that she’d left on those fuck-me pumps, which on a totally naked chick was, admittedly, sexy as hell.
She gave him a sultry smile, as if she’d plucked that “sexy” thought out of his brain, then arched her spine slightly forward in an alluring pose.
After over thirty years of suppressed sexuality, the last few months of which were spent with babelicious Hadley dangling before him as the proverbial sexual carrot, and with a raging boner currently standing up between his thighs, it was impossible not to devour the sight of Pändra. Her breasts were the premiere event, round, ripe, and buoyant, flawless cream lined faintly and sumptuously with blue veins, their crests topped with flirty pink nipples. The flat plane of her marred belly flared into slim hips, at the juncture of which was… oh, man . No hair. She was all smooth skin and a little slit down there, the dusky petals of her sex peeking out. He ran his tongue over his upper lip as his cock lengthened and thickened. He’d never thought he’d like a hairless koochie, but it appeared his dick had its own opinion.
Pändra glanced down at the growing proof that his cock had no standards. “Hmm, Pändra approves.” She folded her warm fingers around his sex and gave him a firm squeeze.
He threw back his head and gritted out a moan against a lightning rush of feelings through his groin.
“The head of your dobber is nice and fat.” She circled her palm over the top of his cock. “I like that.”
A muffled sound escaped him. He’d had no idea his organ could feel so damned much. It was like he’d grown a mass of new nerve endings in the last few minutes. Which meant he was in serious trouble. He had to keep himself from coming. Feeding and sex combined to create a permanent blood-bond for a Vârcolac, so the only way to stop himself from becoming inextricably bound to this hose beast was not to ejaculate inside her. A vein beat at his temple. Sure, easy as —
Pändra slapped him across the face, the blow whipping his head to the side with a sharp snap. He snarled. Jesus, no wonder Arc had been taken down by this cum chugger. She was strong as fuck. Bringing his head back around, he glared at her.
But Pändra wasn’t looking at him. Her attention was off to the side on Arc. “Listen, bloke,” she warned. “You stop watching us at our business and I hit your brother here. Each time harder than the last. Savvy?”
“Yeah,” Arc said in a rigid voice. “I got it.”
“Brilliant.” She turned back toward Thomal, and smirked when she saw his expression. “Ready to spit tacks, are you, love? Get as jarred off as you want.” She winked. “It gives me more of the hots.” She rose off Thomal’s thighs, lifting up high onto her knees, and wet her fingers in her mouth.
Something pulled tight in his chest as he watched her transfer that wetness to her sex. This is really happening …
Her hand froze at her crotch, a look of surprise darting across her features. “Already wet,” she murmured.
Fucking Fiinţă .
She grabbed his erection and set it against the soft squish of her opening.
No … No … “Wait,” he gasped.
“Nope.” She sat down on him.
A guttural roar ripped helplessly out of his mouth as her sheath slid the length of his rampant shaft, her firm butt cheeks coming to rest on his balls. His wrists and ankles strained convulsively at his bonds. Oh, Jesus . He panted. Jesus . How long had he wondered what it would feel like? How long…but he’d had no way of knowing…not even the remotest idea in his head that…that it’d be
“Shut up, Arc.” Thomal squeezed his lids tighter. “You can’t do this and you know it, so just shut up .”
There was more shuffling movement.
Mürk laughed coarsely.
Thomal sprang his eyes open as Pändra climbed on top of him. He understood Mürk’s laugh. She was spectacularly naked now, a vista of bare, fair flesh…except that she’d left on those fuck-me pumps, which on a totally naked chick was, admittedly, sexy as hell.
She gave him a sultry smile, as if she’d plucked that “sexy” thought out of his brain, then arched her spine slightly forward in an alluring pose.
After over thirty years of suppressed sexuality, the last few months of which were spent with babelicious Hadley dangling before him as the proverbial sexual carrot, and with a raging boner currently standing up between his thighs, it was impossible not to devour the sight of Pändra. Her breasts were the premiere event, round, ripe, and buoyant, flawless cream lined faintly and sumptuously with blue veins, their crests topped with flirty pink nipples. The flat plane of her marred belly flared into slim hips, at the juncture of which was… oh, man . No hair. She was all smooth skin and a little slit down there, the dusky petals of her sex peeking out. He ran his tongue over his upper lip as his cock lengthened and thickened. He’d never thought he’d like a hairless koochie, but it appeared his dick had its own opinion.
Pändra glanced down at the growing proof that his cock had no standards. “Hmm, Pändra approves.” She folded her warm fingers around his sex and gave him a firm squeeze.
He threw back his head and gritted out a moan against a lightning rush of feelings through his groin.
“The head of your dobber is nice and fat.” She circled her palm over the top of his cock. “I like that.”
A muffled sound escaped him. He’d had no idea his organ could feel so damned much. It was like he’d grown a mass of new nerve endings in the last few minutes. Which meant he was in serious trouble. He had to keep himself from coming. Feeding and sex combined to create a permanent blood-bond for a Vârcolac, so the only way to stop himself from becoming inextricably bound to this hose beast was not to ejaculate inside her. A vein beat at his temple. Sure, easy as —
Pändra slapped him across the face, the blow whipping his head to the side with a sharp snap. He snarled. Jesus, no wonder Arc had been taken down by this cum chugger. She was strong as fuck. Bringing his head back around, he glared at her.
But Pändra wasn’t looking at him. Her attention was off to the side on Arc. “Listen, bloke,” she warned. “You stop watching us at our business and I hit your brother here. Each time harder than the last. Savvy?”
“Yeah,” Arc said in a rigid voice. “I got it.”
“Brilliant.” She turned back toward Thomal, and smirked when she saw his expression. “Ready to spit tacks, are you, love? Get as jarred off as you want.” She winked. “It gives me more of the hots.” She rose off Thomal’s thighs, lifting up high onto her knees, and wet her fingers in her mouth.
Something pulled tight in his chest as he watched her transfer that wetness to her sex. This is really happening …
Her hand froze at her crotch, a look of surprise darting across her features. “Already wet,” she murmured.
Fucking Fiinţă .
She grabbed his erection and set it against the soft squish of her opening.
No … No … “Wait,” he gasped.
“Nope.” She sat down on him.
A guttural roar ripped helplessly out of his mouth as her sheath slid the length of his rampant shaft, her firm butt cheeks coming to rest on his balls. His wrists and ankles strained convulsively at his bonds. Oh, Jesus . He panted. Jesus . How long had he wondered what it would feel like? How long…but he’d had no way of knowing…not even the remotest idea in his head that…that it’d be
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