Page 29 of Bitten By the Basilisk

The heel of his thumb joined his fingers’ continued assault between her legs, clamping onto her clit, giving his fingers inside her even more leverage, her every breath coming out as a cry of pleasure.

“There’s my needy kitten. You wanted this the second we met. And so did I.” His lust-roughened voice, his ragged breaths, his intense stare, how wet she sounded—all of it turned her on. “Make a mess on me, kitten. Let it all out. Show me how good you are at coming. How much you love it.”

She gave a choked cry, releasing a small flood of hot slick onto his hand, down his wrist, and across the front of his jeans. Her vision blurred, legs jerking as her pussy clamped violently around his fingers, now buried all the way, the tips pushing hard into the back wall of her vagina.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Such a good, messy girl. Already taking two of my fingers.” He gave her a couple of firm thrusts, drawing out another riot of pulses. “Now sit this messy cunt on my face.”

As he’d told her to expect, he spent the next twenty minutes playing with her pussy. She came on his face in record time, thanks to his perfect tongue, then came again on her back while he slowly worked his three thickest fingers into her hole and sucked on her clit.

“Fuck, you’ve got a needy pussy,” he growled, rising to his knees, his chin dripping. “How did I get so lucky?”

Sweat gleamed on his torso, darkened the roots of his hair. His three middle knuckles pushed gently against the ring of her entrance, before finally squeezing through. She moaned with abandon, so overwhelmed and overstimulated she could only lie there panting, thighs splayed, as he prepared her to take his cock, his fingers getting deeper with each slow, firm thrust.

“Feels…so good,” she gulped, weakly clutching the satin pillow under her head. “Can hardly…move.”

His gaze snapped to her face, his expression straight-up feral, his teeth clenched. He gently withdrew his fingers, relaxed his jaw enough to lick them clean, then reached for his motorcycle jacket, the sight making her whine with anticipation.

“Tell me why I’m about to sweat in my gear, kitten.” He dragged his jacket on, flexing his shoulders to adjust it but leaving it open. “What horny fantasy did you have about me?”

How to put it? “The…leather makes it even sexier. Wilder.”

He pulled on his helmet, visor up, even fastened the chin strap. “Like lingerie? But for the neediest of good girls?”

If he wanted a response, she couldn’t give him one—not while he embodied such a potent fantasy. Surpassed it, really.

The sight of him kneeling above her, filling the space between her spread knees, making a show of opening his jeans, pushing them down to mid-thigh, and bringing out the hardest cock she’d ever seen, the head actively dripping…

She rolled her hips without conscious thought, beckoning him to use her.

“And the helmet?” he reminded her, stroking himself with the hand that she had soaked in her juices, his voice slightly muffled. “Do you like the idea of getting fucked by a stranger? Not even knowing what they look like, only sensing them watching you?”

“Y-yes,” she admitted, shaking with need. “I…I got so hot thinking about w-watching myself in the reflection.”

He slapped his visor down, exhaling harshly. “When did you think about it, hm? While you got ready to meet me?”

She shook her head. “Before. While I was in the bath.”

“Fuck,” he bit out, as though he was so turned on that it pissed him off. He grasped her waist, dragged her toward him, her hips tilted back, and set his cock on her stomach, precum smearing onto her skin. The head nearly reached her belly button. “See how deep I’m about to fill you?”

She did, having a clear vantage with her ass resting on his thighs.

“Please, Silas,” she begged, looking at his visor but only seeing her own desperate face. “Put it in.”

“You want me to fuck you? Ruin you? Use this perfect, wet hole between your legs?”

“Yes! Please, I want it! I want to make you feel good.”

“You will, kitten,” he rasped. “You’ll be doing nothing else until I’m fully satisfied.”

Chapter Nine

Silas

Silas was certain his cock had never been so hard, nor leaked so much. In fact, Alice’s earlier moment of anxiety about making a mess had been moot, as he had already soaked his underwear—had nearly come in his pants more than once, including right at that same moment, having realized she was squirting for the first time.

Nothing had ever been hotter than the lush woman spread before him, her dark eyes glassy with pleasure, nipples hard and flushed, pussy primed to take every inch of him. The taste of her still filled his mouth, its sweet scent inescapable inside his humid helmet.

She had been so hesitant to put her full weight on his face, forcing him to overpower her thighs so he could properly bury his mouth in her hot, wet slit and make a meal of her. The way she had sobbed her pleasure while gripping his head and grinding her cunt against his tongue had been the next near-ejaculation.