Giving Her Host The Most update

Harry moved his hands up to squeeze her buttocks again. He dug his fingers deep into the smooth mounds, then used his fingernails, clawing her porcelain skin as if to see if the blood below were any warmer than her marble-cool exterior.

“I don’t think I’ll be begging for mercy for a very long time,” Bianca crooned. “And you’re pleasuring me far too much to ask for more…”

“That might be true. Unless you’re the kinda absolutely-gagging-for-it vamp that wants more anyway.”

She moved to the bed and stretched out in the center of it, showing off her fine clothing as much as her flawless body. Her eyes hooded, she watched Harry disrobe. Smiling when his thick cock at last came into view. With everything finally exposed, Harry walked up to the bed.

Bianca reached out to his groin.

Harry chuckled and turned his hip. “Not yet. I’d like a little show too.”

“You can watch anything you like,” Bianca said daringly.

He opened the fasteners of her skirt, tugging it away as Bianca bent her body, undulating it in a slowly sexual way to allow him to bring the skirt down her legs.

Smart, Lash thought, watching with her tongue prodding the inside of her cheek. She’s not ready to beg yet, but you’re walking her up to the line, my host. The more you give her, the more she wants.

Harry stared at the downy thatch of her pubic hair. The inky black was in sharp contrast to her pale skin. Her thighs pressed her mons together into a snug line that seemed to challenge him to sample its tightness.

He pulled her up, Bianca’s eyes dancing with light as she allowed him to maneuver her, and then relieved her of her blouse. Her breasts were cradled inside a tight-fitting satin bra, pink and white. The shadows between the softly contoured pallor were deep and silky. As Harry lowered himself to undo the hook, he kissed the top of one of her swollen breasts.

The bra opened and he moved a hand around in front of her. Took the weight of a supple mound into his palm. He lifted it free of its cup and brought his mouth to the large nipple, using his teeth until Bianca moaned.

She turned her body, pulling the nipple away from him, making the flesh stretch so that she mewled in pain. Demonstrating to him that she liked it. Harry took hold of her other breast and kneaded it roughly, unafraid of hurting her. Even if he did, she’d probably enjoy it.

Bianca reached for his stiffening prick and lifted it up the rest of the way, pushing back his foreskin. She purred at the feel of it growing in her hand. Shuddering with excitement, she pushed her breast deeper into his sucking.

“Oh yes,” she cooed. “You would’ve made a good vampire, Harry. You thirst for me without shame!”

“The only shame is how loose you’re going to be after I’m done with that pretty little cunt of yours.”

“It will heal,” Bianca assured him with mock-solicitude.

“Good. Then I know when we can have a second date.”

He moved his mouth to her other breast and sucked his way as far as he could up its slope. His tongue attacked the hard nipple, licking it from every direction, lashing as if to punish it for what a tempting target it made.

Bianca sung out, leaving no doubt how she felt about how he used his mouth on her tits. His liquid caress of her most sensitive anatomy made her feel hot as a volcano. She could feel the wetness on her thighs as her sex was lubricated far beyond what even Harry’s massive erection called for.

She wanted something to make use of all that readiness… to be stretched by the hard slab of masculinity that she had reached for but been denied. It was now intolerable that she didn’t know what all that cock felt like, in her fingers or anywhere else!

“Fuck me!” she cried. “Fuck me now!”

Harry sucked his way off her nipples and squeezed her breasts together in his hands. He pulled at them as if he might rip them away from her body, then crushed them as flat as they could go.

Every part of her begging but her voice, Lash thought. Keep feeding her lust, my host. She might be able to deny herself the possibility of how good it will be, but once she actually experiences her anticipation rewarded, then she’ll have no choice but to give in. And vampires can make very fine playthings.