my vampire boss, is going to kill me. I wasn’t blowing smoke up Drake’s fabulously tight ass about the future of mankind depending on this data transfer. Taking the data magnet from Drake’s hammer hands, I put it in his shirt pocket, right under his shiny silver badge.
Well, maybe a little bit of smoke. I lift my hips so Drake can trail his now free hand over my panty-clad pussy. I don’t know what information I copied, only that it is in code. That, alone, is cause for concern. Fox is not a discreet crime lord like my Uncle Flopsy. Fox is open, verging on proud, about his pimping and drug running and mafia-style executions. I can’t even fathom what he considers so bad he needs code to hide it.
I clutch Drake’s bald head to my admittedly magnificent pair of breasts, his tongue slipping down the crevice between them. Curiosity killed the cat, and it looks like that saying holds true for bunny shifters. The supposedly reformed hacker in me couldn’t resist copying the code so I could crack it. The only thing that will end up cracked is my skull because I got caught. My exceptional hearing bought me a couple minutes to shake my powder puff tail out of the back office.
Running into Drake was a stroke of luck. I’m not a fan of the boys in blue, having spent some time in the clink myself for the aforementioned hacking, but Drake, for all his tattoos and skull-splitting ways, is one of the good guys. That Fox hates him says it all.
He’ll do the information right, and he’ll do me right. “Fuck me.” I unzip his pants and unbutton his boxer shorts. Wow. That is one hard, large cock. I eagerly stroke it. This last fuck is my final gift to myself. I deserve it for saving the world.
“Here?” Drake comes up for air. His bald head is rosy.
“Here. Now.” We’ll have to fuck in public, in front of his friends. We don’t have much choice. Once I leave the strip bar, I’m dead. I’m nervous, as exhibitionism isn’t my regular style. Like I said before, I’m no whore. I usually don’t even kiss on the first date. But I’ve never faced death before.
The possibility of a public fucking doesn’t faze bad boy Drake. He hardens even more, his cockhead turning a deep purple. I pump his thick shaft, my thumb spreading the dab of cum on his tip. He isn’t moving though, which is concerning. “Please hurry.” I don’t know how long I have.
One flick of his fingers and the ribbons holding my panties together snap. Damn, he’s a beast, all muscle and power. “You’re not going to self-destruct, are you?” His normally grim face lightens with humor.
He is no dummy. His wit is quiet but there. I grin. “I might.” I get down to business, positioning him as he lifts me. The self-destruct thing isn’t bullshit either. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’ll explode.
“Can’t have that.” He thrusts me down on him like I weigh nothing. My eyes roll back in my head. He is so large, he stretches me to the point of pain. I like it. I love the feel of him inside me. I clutch his shoulders. “Did I break you?” he asks, genuine concern tinting his voice.
Has he broken women before? My pussy hums in anticipation. I do like it rough. “Not yet.” I wiggle, suspecting that I’m in for a treat. “You’ll have to try harder. I’m no delicate flower.” I’m well aware that I’m four times the size of the naked stripper dancing around a nearby pole.
“Thank God.” He doesn’t seem to mind. He cups my ass, raising and lowering me in long, deep strokes. My breasts jiggle. My extreme support bra is doing nothing so I pull it down, exposing my nipples. He shows the proper appreciation for their bounty. His grip on my skin tightens. As he lifts me, he bends his head and licks a breast. His tongue is hot and wet and rough. I shiver. My pussy quivers. I am so close.
He is too. His jaw clenches. A vein pulses in his tattooed neck. “I can’t last, Hunny,” he apologizes. “You’re too tight.”
There is
Well, maybe a little bit of smoke. I lift my hips so Drake can trail his now free hand over my panty-clad pussy. I don’t know what information I copied, only that it is in code. That, alone, is cause for concern. Fox is not a discreet crime lord like my Uncle Flopsy. Fox is open, verging on proud, about his pimping and drug running and mafia-style executions. I can’t even fathom what he considers so bad he needs code to hide it.
I clutch Drake’s bald head to my admittedly magnificent pair of breasts, his tongue slipping down the crevice between them. Curiosity killed the cat, and it looks like that saying holds true for bunny shifters. The supposedly reformed hacker in me couldn’t resist copying the code so I could crack it. The only thing that will end up cracked is my skull because I got caught. My exceptional hearing bought me a couple minutes to shake my powder puff tail out of the back office.
Running into Drake was a stroke of luck. I’m not a fan of the boys in blue, having spent some time in the clink myself for the aforementioned hacking, but Drake, for all his tattoos and skull-splitting ways, is one of the good guys. That Fox hates him says it all.
He’ll do the information right, and he’ll do me right. “Fuck me.” I unzip his pants and unbutton his boxer shorts. Wow. That is one hard, large cock. I eagerly stroke it. This last fuck is my final gift to myself. I deserve it for saving the world.
“Here?” Drake comes up for air. His bald head is rosy.
“Here. Now.” We’ll have to fuck in public, in front of his friends. We don’t have much choice. Once I leave the strip bar, I’m dead. I’m nervous, as exhibitionism isn’t my regular style. Like I said before, I’m no whore. I usually don’t even kiss on the first date. But I’ve never faced death before.
The possibility of a public fucking doesn’t faze bad boy Drake. He hardens even more, his cockhead turning a deep purple. I pump his thick shaft, my thumb spreading the dab of cum on his tip. He isn’t moving though, which is concerning. “Please hurry.” I don’t know how long I have.
One flick of his fingers and the ribbons holding my panties together snap. Damn, he’s a beast, all muscle and power. “You’re not going to self-destruct, are you?” His normally grim face lightens with humor.
He is no dummy. His wit is quiet but there. I grin. “I might.” I get down to business, positioning him as he lifts me. The self-destruct thing isn’t bullshit either. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’ll explode.
“Can’t have that.” He thrusts me down on him like I weigh nothing. My eyes roll back in my head. He is so large, he stretches me to the point of pain. I like it. I love the feel of him inside me. I clutch his shoulders. “Did I break you?” he asks, genuine concern tinting his voice.
Has he broken women before? My pussy hums in anticipation. I do like it rough. “Not yet.” I wiggle, suspecting that I’m in for a treat. “You’ll have to try harder. I’m no delicate flower.” I’m well aware that I’m four times the size of the naked stripper dancing around a nearby pole.
“Thank God.” He doesn’t seem to mind. He cups my ass, raising and lowering me in long, deep strokes. My breasts jiggle. My extreme support bra is doing nothing so I pull it down, exposing my nipples. He shows the proper appreciation for their bounty. His grip on my skin tightens. As he lifts me, he bends his head and licks a breast. His tongue is hot and wet and rough. I shiver. My pussy quivers. I am so close.
He is too. His jaw clenches. A vein pulses in his tattooed neck. “I can’t last, Hunny,” he apologizes. “You’re too tight.”
There is
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