“From who?” He moved in closer until their mouths brushed as he spoke, and bit her there gently.
“Whom.” She couldn’t help smiling.
“That’s going to cost your ass, miss grammar nazi.”
Fuck. Her nipples peaked hard, and she had to swallow. The anticipation was killing her.
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“I’m goingto 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 brandwhomon 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 growingthicker. He prayed she’d not get them anywhere pretty, because beasters tended to… though on herprettywas 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 theVwhere 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.
