Page 24 of Starstruck with the Krampus

She rocks her hips, finding a steady rhythm. Her tits bounce with every movement until she cups them in both hands and pinches her nipples. The sight is so erotic, I buck up my hips without thought, startling a cry from her.

“Fuck!” I pin my ass to the mattress. “I’m sorry. Best warn a guy before you do something like this.”

She grins at me. “That feltamazing. I thought your piercings would only work in the other position because they hit my G-spot, but I love them like this, too.”

I look up at her slyly. “Imagine how good they’d feel if you wore a plug up your ass.”

Her pussy clenches around me, and she gasps. Her rhythm stutters, so she puts one hand on my chest to steady herself.

“You like that idea?” I let my purr rumble through her chest, watching for her reaction. “It would slide so deep inside you and resonate with my purring.”

“Dominic!”

Her blunt fingernails dig into my skin. The pain is so slight, I barely feel it, but I relish it all the same, because it’s proof of her passion, and I want more of it. Holding her ass in both hands, I guide her down over me, meeting her thrust for thrust, sliding so deep inside her. She fits me perfectly, her body soft in all the right places. She’s a fuckingdream, and I don’t want to wake up.

Then she moves her hand from her breast to her clit and strums her fingers over it. Her pussy clenches around my length, and her mouth falls open on a long moan.

“I’m so close,” she whines. “Please, please…”

I love that she’s begging even now, when she’s on top, making me lose my godsdamned mind. And I want to be the one to tip her over the edge. So I grip her ass cheeks tighter and spread them rudely, then bring up my tail and brush it lightly over her hole.

Gianna’s eyes fly open in shock, and in the next second, she comes, screaming my name. I grit my teeth and let her ride out her orgasm on me, using my cock as she wants it, slamming her hips down my length over and over.

I want to give her another one before I come, too. She shouldalwayshave as many orgasms as she can take.

Gianna lowers herself on top of my chest, her hips still rolling, her hand trapped between us to keep pressure on her clit. I love how she draws out her own pleasure, shuddering over me. Her lips brush over the skin of my neck, and I fight off a full-body shiver. I don’t want to come yet, but her pussy is so fuckingtightand I don’t think I can?—

She sinks her teeth into my skin, clamping down hard. I shout in surprise, pleasure crashing over me. A snarl tears itself from my throat, and then I’m flipping Gianna over, spreading her creamy thighs and rutting into her until she cries out in pleasure again, coming all over my still-hard cock and milking more cum from me.

“Fuck!” I dig my claws into her flesh and hold her exposed to me, watching my shaft tunnel into her pussy. “Gianna!”

She grins up at me, a drop of my blood staining her lower lip, and digs her fingernails into my shoulders, trying to pull me closer. I’m unhinged, feral for her, but so is she—she’s notcringing away or regretting this. Instead, she lifts her hips for every one of my thrusts, her tits bouncing, and simply holds on.

I let go. It’s the most freeing, most intimate moment I’ve ever experienced, to meet a woman who takes me exactly as I am—claws and horns and all—and accepts me. I lower my head to kiss my blood from her lips, and she sucks my tongue into her mouth, making my eyes roll back. I pick up my pace, our bodies slamming together, creating obscene, wet sounds from all my cum and her slickness.

“Again,” I snarl, my whole body vibrating with the force of my satisfied purring. “I need you to go again. Give you all my cum.”

Gianna nods, her voice hoarse as she answers, “I’m almost there. Just…”

I lift my weight off her and slide my hand between us. Careful not to scratch her, I pinch her swollen little clit between two fingers and press down on it.

She throws her head back in a silent scream and contracts around me, all her muscles locking up. I roar my release, shoving balls-deep inside her, then wrap myself around her small body to keep her in place as my cock pumps out a continuous, incredible stream of cum.

After a while, she goes limp in my arms, her limbs softening, her hair spread across the pillows. I raise my head enough to peer into her face and find her lying there with her eyes closed, a blissful grin stretching her full lips. I drop a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth and lick off the last drop of my blood. Its coppery taste has me shuddering again, and my cock twitches in her pussy, forcing out the last of my seed.

“Wow,” Gianna murmurs. “Biting really does it for you, huh?”

I can’t hold back a pained groan. “Yes, but do you know what you’ve done?”

She pops her eyes open, her gaze half-lidded. “What did I do?”

I shift us to the side so I’m not crushing her, and lift her thigh over my hip, refusing to slide out of her pussy yet. Then I brush my hand over the bite mark I’d left on her neck earlier.

“I told you this would fade,” I say reluctantly. “But now that you’ve bitten me, too…”

Her eyebrows climb up. “Yes?”

“Now it’s done,” I growl. “The bond is complete.”

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