And my words do the trick. He loses control and pushes all the way in, claiming me as his, and I’ve never been happier.
32
BASTION
This must be what heaven feels like, I think, as pleasure flows through my body like honey. Hattie’s pussy is a vise around my cock, and all I want is to ride her so hard she doesn’t know up from down. But this needs to be good for her too, so I have to go slow—at least, at first.
I force myself to still, to allow her to get used to my size. I kiss her brow. “You okay?”
She nods, and I slowly pull myself out, then slide back in. After a few pumps, her body relaxes, and I speed up the pace. Hattie’s legs tighten around me as I drive into her. The ponytail she wore to dinner is splayed across the bedding. When I first saw her tonight, all I could think of was what it would feel like to wrap it around my wrist while she’s giving me head, but that’s for another day.
Hattie’s eyelids droop with lust, and her mouth is parted as she stares up at me in awe. Having a woman like her look at a man like me with that expression could get addicting if I let it. I’m getting pulled into her. I can’t deny she’s sucking my soul out of my body and into her own.
Staring at her isn’t going to help if I want my plan to work.
With pain lacing through me, I pull out of her without warning and sit back on my knees, pushing a hand through my hair. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She flips without argument. At least this way I won’t have to look her in the eyes.
My palm runs down the globe of her ass. I have no control, so I give it a swift smack that echoes through the room. Hattie yelps, but the yelp turns into a moan, and she arches her back as if she wants more.
“You like that?” I fist the base of my cock and run it through the wetness at the center of her.
She groans my name and pushes against it.
“Look at your greedy cunt, Hattie. Just waiting to be filled by me. Is that what you want? You want me riding you from behind like I own you?”
Her fingers squeeze the bedding. “Yes. God, Bast, yes.”
The sound of her using the shortened version of my name makes me slam into her. Hattie cries out but pushes back into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Both our breathing is heavy, and I watch as I fill her again and again. The condom glistens with her arousal, and for the first time in my life, I want to feel what it would be like to fuck a woman with nothing between us.
I continue to pound into her, and she takes me. She takes every inch of me without complaint, reveling in it. I lean over her so that my sweat-slicked chest is flush with her back and reach around to grip her neck, then I pull her up so that she’s raised on her knees before me.
She leans her head back into me so that her throat is even more exposed, and I tuck my face in there as I bring my other hand around to her mound and her swollen bud. With my hand gently squeezing her neck, I push up into her, showing no mercy. My other hand circles her clit, and the faster I go, the more she tightens around me.
I lift my head to watch our reflection in the window, like a transparent version of us overlaid on glass. My balls tighten at the sight, and I’m already ready to throw in the towel.
“Are you gonna milk my cock when you finish, Hattie? Is your cunt hungry for my cum?”
“Yes, Bast. Please,” she pleads. “Please, Bast, please.”
Her begging only draws my orgasm closer.
She’s come undone, and knowing I’m the one who’s gotten her here makes me feel like a fucking god.Hergod.
I pinch her clit, and Hattie’s cunt clamps down on me while she bucks in my arms, moaning my name. Her orgasm is too much, and my balls tighten up. I spill into the condom, holding myself inside her as my dick twitches.
Releasing my hold on her neck, I nudge her forward and we lie down, me behind her with my softening dick still inside her.
“Are you okay?” I ask in a rough voice.
“Yeah.” She nods against the pillow and shifts her legs to get in a more comfortable position. I pull out of her.
When something scratches my shin, I look down between us. “You still have your shoes on.”
She looks down, then looks over her shoulder at me, and we both laugh.
“I’ll be right back.” I go to the bathroom and dispose of the condom, then wet a washcloth to help clean Hattie.
