He could choose to resist. Or choose to taste her cunt and be swept away. Yeah, he loved the idea of being called by this little bitch. Until her, now, he’d given up on fucking, except for the odd impersonal rented whore, who he knew would be glad when he exited.
He had a fondness for being the predator.
“What do you think, Avalon? To fuck or not to fuck? Am I wrong to take you?”
From behind, he reached around and cupped her breast, squeezed, then turned to present her fully to his captain. His grip tightened, no doubt hurting her a little. Her writhe and gasp, the thrill coursing through his dick, those slammed his libido into high gear.
Fuck!
He dragged a nuclear-fueled breath through his teeth then reached down and stuck his finger up inside her. He lifted her to tiptoe as he fucked her there, noisily, then withdrew his now very sticky hand, brought it to his mouth and slid the length of his finger into his mouth. He sucked off all her juices. He’d swear he felt the sting as those atoms of hers rampaged through his blood, and into his balls, his dick, and his mind.
“Oh, yeahhh.” He closed his eyes, boosted by this new, glittering power to fuck.
One thing left to settle.
“You want her too?” The harshness in his voice reflected his craving. Talking was foolish. He set his teeth, holding himself back from bending her over. Behind him came the swish of the door being opened. Without looking, he ground out, “Kon. Stay out there. Find another bath. This time she’s mine.” After an unhappy noise, the mauleon left, the door closed. “Well, Captain?”
“You start. I’ll watch.”
“That’s a dangerous path.” Fun, to stir the captain.
Takk reclined in the water and wrapped his fist about his cock where it broke the surface. “Do it. Fuck her. I might join you. I might not.”
“You can’t sell her at Omage, not now.”
“Can’t is not in my vocabulary.”
“Fuck her with me.”
“Don’t push me, Timin. Get her cleaner, then do her.”
Yet Takk was risking the compulsion too, this close and with Avalon dripping cunt juice everywhere. Since he’d fingered her, the evidence had been plain to see.
Two holes for them, or three, considering her ass had taken that plug. He hauled her toward the pool. Get her clean first.
She barely made a sound. Avalon quiet was a whole other game to that wild and feisty girl by the footpath. He liked both versions.
Timin scooped up water and poured it over her, kept doing the washing that way until he grew impatient. Then he thrust her under the water and ducked her up and down, scrubbing with his hands. She spluttered, scowled, but let him.
Now and then he sucked on her tits, or her cunt, raising her above the water with a hand under her butt, diving his tongue along her slit and inside, wriggling it, sucking on her clit too.
Her squeals became desperate.
The captain’s eyes grew big and his cock did too as he stroked himself, until the poor mauleon had to stop, jaw firmed, waiting for the main show. Timin grinned at that and the girl worming about in the water, flustered, moaning.
Soon, if not soon enough, she was clean, clean, clean.
“Good,” he grunted with his hand holding her in place, half submerged, tits like small mountain tops poking from the water. “You’re done.”
He dragged her higher then climbed and lay on the first step with his cock standing erect between them, like a marker. He smiled, imagining the sign—past here lies a hazardous male. The rows of bumps on the shaft proclaimed him a mature male. His cock veins were full and coursed around it, a cock straining desperately for the nearest hot pussy—hers. Every atom of him screamed at him to fuck her. Every atom of him could fucking well wait until she came for him.
She was sprawled on her side, legs kissed by the ripples of the pool, a siren lured from the depths of the sea. Her head craned back and she stared up at him.
He crooked his finger. “Here.”
Slowly, she flipped herself onto her stomach and she crawled from the shallow water to him, up between his now spread legs, with her eyes on the prize—his cock.
“Show me.”