Giving Her Host The Most update

Her stiff red nipples quivered, electric with the overhanging memory of how Harry’s mouth had tantalized them. Even without the flame of his tongue actually on them, they still felt like they were in open rebellion, one more part of Bianca’s body given over to a desperate hunger she had never known before… never gone unsated long enough to cultivate.

Harry backed away, then dropped down between her legs. He took hold of her firm thighs from beneath and forced them apart—not that Bianca really resisted. It aroused Lash how she didn’t, how she was letting Harry manhandle her.

Her power was great, but so was his, and they were both holding back, limiting themselves… something like bondage and something like gentleness, a borderland they’d meet in to sate their desire for each other.

Harry leaned close, examining Bianca’s twitching sex. Black hair over her blood-red lips like some precious mineral that only needed to have some dirt brushed away for its true value to be known. Her clit was stiff and swollen, the sparkle of red gold.

“Suck it,” Bianca moaned. “Suck my pussy!”

“Imagine a vampire visiting a mortal to get her sucking done,” Harry muttered. “Your coven must not be too feminist.”

Before she could chide him for his teasing, Harry swooped down, his eager mouth going right to her red pussy. Her flowing juices assailed his nostrils, covered his face. He noisily slurped at her, getting a good taste of the steamy opening before shoving his tongue deep inside, sure he would enjoy the drink.

Bianca moaned, rubbing her thighs against Harry’s temples as if pondering how much more force she would have to squeeze with to crush his skull. And Harry slid his hands up her voluptuous body, grasping her breasts as if knowing he couldn’t rip them from her body no matter how hard he groped them. He squeezed and pulled at their suppleness while devouring her cunt like he had a greater hunger than she’d ever known.

Bianca was overcome with passion. Sated as blood had never done to her and still in the throes of being given more. She allowed her mind to empty of all thoughts, even of who she was and where she was. All that mattered was who was doing this to her. Harry Dresden. The Winter Knight. Slaughterer of the Red Court. Perhaps the greatest enemy the vampyr had ever known—and he was fucking pure pleasure into her cunt.

Screw bringing him to heel. The perversity of laying with such a bitter enemy, of betraying her entire race to this man and his stiff cock, was even more sensual than managing to break him. He was a conqueror and that was so much rarer than a victim; the world was full of victims. It had so few men really worth killing and even less worth fucking.

Then even that debauched reality slipped away from her and all Bianca knew was the exquisite tonguing of her sex, the slithering caress of Harry’s tongue where she was most sensitive. She bucked her hips against his face; he retaliated by fastening his lips around her clit and bit down. A quake passed through Bianca’s body—ecstasy rippling from her head to her toes, all of them betraying her at once.

“Oh Jesus Christ, that’s tremendous!” she groaned.

He kept sucking her little bud all the way through her climax and then he lifted his face away from the wet slurry he’d made of her womanhood and smiled at her, knowing she could see her own cream gleaming on his teeth. “You come pretty hard for an old lady. Guess when you can live forever, you can pick up some mighty big blue balls too.”

“Suck up and fuck me, human.”

“First vampire I’ve met who wants to be staked,” Harry quipped as he sat up, his fat cock pointed at the ceiling, huge red tip brimming with precum.

Bianca lay back, her legs not quite closed, a challenge to him. Harry clasped one sleek thigh and pushed it back with both hands. Her knee bent and her foot slid along the bedspread, until it lifted up with Bianca’s raising leg, to point straight up in the air like a ballerina en pointe.

Lash obligingly raised an eyebrow at Bianca’s seamless flexibility. Harry was too busy for admiration, dropping his open mouth to the space between her stocking’s garter and where her panties would be if he hadn’t already taken them away.