From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274 Filthy Little Slut

ELOISE.

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“Fuck, you have no idea how beautiful your cunt looks right now,” he rasps. Any humor has disappeared from his voice, replaced with awe, and I loathe how effective it is in tightening my stomach with pleasure. “Every time I pull back, you grip me so fucking tight, like stand to let me go and need to come with me.”

you can’t

“Youre so big.” I moaned, not knowing which one to do, moan in pleasure or scrunch my face up in pain.

“Why are you complaining ma? You asked for this,” he said and went deeper. “Always pushing me,” he went deeper. “Wearing those tiny to nothing dresses.” he stroked deep. “Making me bath you when you know how much I love to fuck you in that situation. You were literally begging for it, and now, you’ve got it. So take it.” he pushed into me. “Like. A. Good. Fucking. Girl.”

He pushed into me with each pause of his words. I’m sure that I was screaming down the whole palace now. The whole palace knew exactly what I sounded like and I couldn’t fucking stop because he wasn’t stopping. He continued.

Yeah, I definitely feel like he’s trying to take my fucking insides with him, too.

Panting, I peek over my shoulder, but I regret it immediately. His chin is tipped down with his mouth dropped open, his thick brows deeply furrowed, and his black hair falling over his forehead as he works himself deeper and deeper.

The fact that only I get to see him like this makes me wetter, every other person only sees him when he’s angry, cold, or amused. So, seeing ecstasy contort his features like this is fucking violent to my system, and knowing that it’s something I’m doing to him… I can’t even begin to process why that makes me feel good.

Truthfully, I don’t think I want to, anyway.

“Yeah, there you go, baby. That’s it,” he groans, his muscled chest heaving and his sculpted abdomen rippling as he fucks me in short thrusts. “You’re taking it so good–fuck, yes, look how pretty you stretch for me. Such a good girl.”

His rambling is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and the discomfort that was so unbearable just moments before now feels indiscernible to the pleasure. They’ve become a single sensation, and together, they feed on the whimpers and mumbled words pouring from his lips.

My mouth hangs open, sharp, breathy sighs spilling past them with ease. With one final push, he seats himself completely inside me, and my eyes cross from the intensity.

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Chapter 274 Filthy Little Slut

ACE

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For a moment, he feels so deep, I swear I feel him coming up my throat. An impossible feat, but I’m confident Damon would be the one to accomplish it.

“That’s it,” he breathes, his tone morphing into something deeper and darker. “I knew you could take it. Your cunt is fucking stuffed. So fucking proud of you.”

A demonic growl reaches my ears, and then his palm on my ass with a sharp clap. I yelp, jolting from the fire blooming across my backside, but holy fuck, it sends an intense shot of delight throughout my system. My wolf mewls at the pleasure.

I bite back a smile as he firmly massages the spot, easing the burn, while whispering a few unintelligible words beneath his breath. Then, his other hand joins on the opposite side before they both squeeze my ass in a bruising grip. I’m only capable of a pained mewl as he roughly spreads my cheeks, draws out of me, and slams completely back inside me.

Sparks of bliss ignite right where the tip of his cock hits. My throat strangles the moan before it can make it through, producing nothing more than a choked sound.

I think he just hit my goddamn cervix, and it’s fucking criminal how incredible it felt.

It’s only when he retreats that I can breathe again, but I’m given just enough time to eke out a, “Yes,” before he’s filling me again. He allows me no more time to adjust, immediately setting a steady but harsh pace.

Over and over, he plunges inside me, using his bruising grip on my ass to slam me back into him with every thrust. Each time, a delicious moan flies past his lips, only making me impossibly wetter.

It’s all too much—too overwhelming–yet so unbelievably addicting, I never want it to end.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” I mumble, chanting the words between sharp cries. The only other thing I can do is hold on, my nails digging into the bench with desperation.

“Fuck, Ma,” he groans, one hand releasing my ass to slap it harshly again.

The pain feels fucking glorious combined with the ecstasy, sending my eyes to the back of my head.

My answering moan is nothing short of pornographic, spurring him on to do it again. Fire lances across my ass, yet it heightens my pleasure in a way that feels so good–it makes me happy. A broad smile splits my face, and my outcry is a mix of a scream and a laugh.

His reaction to it is physical, and it’s explosive.

His hips stutter in surprise before his muscles swell with tension, and the growl that rumbles out of his chest is menacing. Rather than spanking me again, he reaches forward and sloppily

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