Chapter 30
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“I’m going to undress you now.” Rutger found himself halting to stare down at her tits and that cleavage. With Cyn pinned against a wall, he could do whatever he wanted, and he planned to do just that. “Don’t fucking move, or I’ll brand whom on your butt with something that hurts.”
“Fuck yeah.” She wriggled where she stood.
“Fuck yeah, you won’t move?”
“Mmm.”
He cocked a brow, pretty sure she wouldn’t mind the other part either. He edged her jacket off one shoulder then maneuvered her so the other side slipped off. The jacket slid down the wall to the floor. Next came her midriff-baring white top which, when dragged over her head, left her tits mostly exposed. The bra she had on was lacy as fuck and barely covered her nipples.
Once he removed the bra, she was half-naked.
He paused to grab one tit and squeezed until she shut her eyes. How he loved the contrast of his gnarly hand on her perfect skin. As time went by, the spikes on his skin were growing thicker. He prayed she’d not get them anywhere pretty, because beasters tended to… though on her pretty was everywhere.
Rutger bent to kiss her again and traveled more kisses down her neck, while he played with her nipple—squeezing, circling it slowly with his thumb. Her moans tantalized. He wanted to hear all those turned-on noises while he fucked her.
“Make more of those sounds.” He bit her neck above the collar—that Vargr had locked on. Seemed wrong to take it off. Maybe he could use the D-shaped anchor points to tie her down if she bucked or something… or tried to get away.
As if.
Cyn was a badass chick, as the slang went, and she rarely let her defenses down, except like now—at sexy times.
“Stay.” He put a palm on her belly then caved to his knees, hitting the floor with a thump.
It was only natural to trail his hands down her sides, mapping out her curves, going over those gorgeous hips, and down. The buckle on her belt was a silver skull. With a yank, the belt slid loose from the loops, making a tinkle when he tossed it aside.
Rutger was on a mission to bite and lick her everywhere as he hauled her faded brown jeans and pink underwear down to her knees. Belly button, stomach, hips, over her mons, a little lower, and lower…
“Oh. Boots,” he muttered, pulling those off while ignoring her throaty chuckle. “Laughing at me gets you penalized too.” He nipped the front of her thigh and threatened to place that tongue over her clit, only to veer off and bite her to the left.
Her breathy squeals spurred him on, as well as his cock, which was desperate to be freed.
“Can I move yet?”
“Hell no, unless you want that belt on your rear.”
“So many threats and promises. Can I volunteer?”
He stared up at her, past the V where her thighs met. “Nope. Dare to, and I’ll blow past your limits.”
“Not sure I have those.” But Cyn stayed put, biting at her mouth, while he pulled off the last of her clothes then finished undoing the rest of his fly. With his cock freed he was sure he felt her tense.
“Forgotten what I had in my pants?”
“Kinda.”
“Open.” He slapped her inner thighs.
While she spread her feet further apart, he took hold of his cock and slipped his hand back and forth, stopping where the head flared into spikes. Those were mostly flattened but when he fucked the spikes slowly became erect, stiffening as they filled with blood. The feel of those sliding inside her last time had blown his mind. The sensation slowly made him bigger, harder. No female had enjoyed him fully hard and nearly as deep as he could go, until Cyn.
He slipped his other hand around the plump curve of her butt cheek to grasp it then met her gaze, gave himself another excruciatingly slow stroke. “I’m going to try this in your ass, one day, after I train you to take it. What say you?”
He guessed he should give her a choice over that one.
“Maybe.” Her eyes had widened a fraction, stayed there. “Just maybe.”
“Good. I’m going to eat you out now, but you’re not to come, yet. Nod.”
After a moment and a deep breath that pushed those tits out to the max, she nodded.
Hold that thought. He lowered his mouth to her, thumbing her open with both hands so his tongue had the very best access. The first lick over her clit made her groan and push herself forward. She groped for a hold on his horns, settling her hands around them as if they were handlebars. He chuckled and thought about commanding her to let go.
Not yet, he decided.
After this he was going to fuck her so hard into the wall this room would need redecorating.