Chapter 255 Breathless.

Chapter 255: 255 Breathless.

She started to pull back, maybe to finish me with her hand, but I held her there. "Swallow it," I ordered, voice low and dark. "All of it. Be a good girl for the villain."

Her eyes flashed pure lightning. Then she pushed forward again, taking as much as she could, and I came hard.

Thick pulses flooded her mouth. She made a startled, muffled sound and tried to pull off, but I kept her there, hips rocking shallowly, forcing her to take every spurt.

Some escaped the corners of her lips and ran down her chin onto her breastplate, but most of it she swallowed, throat working, eyes watering, moaning the whole time like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

When the last aftershock left me I finally loosened my grip. She pulled off with a wet gasp, lips shiny, a string of spit and cum connecting her mouth to my cock for a second before it broke.

She looked up at me, breathing hard, and licked her lips clean with deliberate slowness.

"Holy shit," she whispered. "That was... a lot."

I hauled her up by the arms and kissed her hard, tasting myself on her tongue, static sparking between us again.

She melted into it, hands already working at the remaining clasps of her armor.

I helped—breastplate first, then the undershirt, then those tight leggings and whatever scraps of underwear she had left.

In under a minute she was naked except for the winged helmet and the faint sheen of sweat and residual charge on her skin.

Perfect athletic body, full breasts with tight pink nipples, the soft red hair thatch between her legs already glistening—guess she was a natural red.

"Table," she said against my mouth, almost desperate. "Fuck me on the table. Rough. Like a villain. I want to feel it."

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I spun her, bent her over the edge of the heavy wooden table right under the center of the map, and kicked her legs wider.

My cock—still slick from her mouth and already hardening again from the sight of her—rubbed along her soaked folds.

She was dripping. When the head caught against her entrance she pushed back, trying to take me, but I held her hips and made her wait one more second.

"Beg for it," I said.

"Polaris—please—fuck me. Fuck me hard. Use me. I need a villain’s cock splitting me open under your goddamn map of domination. Please—"

I slammed home in one thrust.

Mystic screamed—half pleasure, half pure shocked bliss—and the table jumped under the force.

Her walls clamped around me like a vice, hot and slick and still faintly charged. Every stroke sent little arcs of electricity skittering over my shaft and up into my gut.

I set a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Her breasts dragged against the polished wood.

Her hands scrambled for purchase on the edge of the table. The winged helmet bounced with every thrust.

"Yes—fuck—yes!" she gasped. "Harder—Polaris—don’t you dare hold back—"

I didn’t. I grabbed a fistful of her hair under the helmet and pulled her head back so she was forced to look at the map while I pounded her.

"Watch," I snarled. "Every time I bottom out in this perfect hero pussy another city falls. Feel that? That’s conquest."

She came with a broken cry, body locking up, pussy fluttering wildly around me, a sharp jolt of lightning racing from her core straight into my cock.

I gritted my teeth and fucked her through it, never slowing, using her orgasm to drive myself deeper.

When she started to sag I hauled her up, spun her around, and shoved her back onto the table face-up. I hooked her knees over my arms, folded her nearly in half, and drove back in.

The new angle made her eyes roll. I leaned over her, chest to chest, and fucked her like I was trying to rearrange her insides.

Her nails raked down my back. Sparks jumped every time skin met skin. The table creaked under the onslaught.

"You’re so fucking tight," I growled against her throat. "Hero cunt gripping a villain’s cock like it never wants to let go. You gonna come again for me? Gonna soak my cock while you’re staring up at the map of everything you’re supposed to stop?"

"Yes—yes—fuck—Polaris I’m—"

She shattered a second time, louder, thighs shaking hard around my hips.

The electricity that poured off her this time was stronger—enough to make my vision white out for a second and my balls draw up tight. I didn’t stop.

I flipped her again, dragged her to the very edge of the table so her ass was hanging off, and took her from behind once more, one hand on the back of her neck pinning her down, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

"Take it," I ordered. "Take every inch like the good little hero who walked into the wrong lair."

She was beyond coherent words—just broken moans and the occasional sob of pure overwhelming pleasure.

I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while I kept slamming into her.

She came a third time almost immediately, body seizing, and that was all I could take.

I buried myself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, pumping thick ropes deep inside her, hips jerking with every pulse.

The residual static made the orgasm feel twice as intense—like every nerve was lit up. I kept grinding through it until I was empty and she was trembling and overstimulated beneath me.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both panting, her cheek pressed to the table, my chest against her back, the map of world domination looming over us.

I finally eased out. Cum immediately started to trickle down her thighs. She made a soft, wrecked sound at the loss.

I turned her carefully, lifted her so she was sitting on the edge of the table, and kissed her slow and deep. She kissed back lazily, arms looping around my neck, the helmet finally knocked askew.

"Will you be escorting Vanessa here every day?" I asked, still a little breathless.

"As often as I can," she murmured, smiling against my mouth. Her voice was hoarse in the best way. "For her safety... of course."

"Of course." I nipped her lower lip. "Can’t trust the villain too much."

"No," she agreed, eyes half-lidded and glowing faintly. "Mustn’t do that..."

I laughed low and pulled her closer, already feeling myself start to harden again against her sticky thigh.

Fucking hell, I loved being the bad guy.