sex side
of being a vampire was overwhelming enough to humans.
“God…” His hips twitched, pressing his cock up against her
labia.
“Easy there, bronc,” she said breathlessly, tightening her
thighs on him. “Keep it in the chute right now.”
She reached between them, gripped him. Yeah, he was thick as
a tree branch, and when she squeezed and stroked, his thigh and biceps muscles
bunched, body straining to stay still. She let him go, stroked her pussy along
his length, working him with the moisture between her slick lips as she leaned
down and began to taste his chest, his nipples, his shoulders, moving back
toward his throat. His fingers stayed clenched around the headboard. He was
fighting the restraint, but the arousal was also intensifying because of it.
As she reached the carotid, her fangs lengthened, not to be
denied this time. So hungry. She turned her head, lifted it enough to see his
eyes open beneath the lace, staring at her through that hazy barrier. His lips
parted, seeking air, seeking her. She rose up over him, let him see her body
arch as she gripped him once more, guided him into her, controlling the pace,
the descent.
“Condom…” He had the presence of mind to protect them both,
but she shook her head.
“Not needed, cowboy. Promise. That’s the one way you’re
totally safe with me.”
Maybe the only way.
She was sure he wasn’t naïve enough to let that pass, not
normally, but this wasn’t normal. That was obvious from how she could feel his
passion unfolding beneath her, reckless, uncertain, wild. It was what she’d
meant when she’d said if he ever unleashed it for the right woman, his response
would overwhelm them both in a way he wouldn’t anticipate.
But he wasn’t the only one taken unawares by that. As she
descended, inch by inch, feeling his cock stretch her, slide in deep, her eyes
were caught by his behind that barrier. She should tell him to close his eyes
again, but it was as if that lock held them over a chasm. Neither one looking
away, knowing to do so would be to fall. The worst part wouldn’t be the tumble,
but falling alone.
“Free yourself,” she whispered.
It took him a couple minutes. He twisted his hands in his
bonds, pushed and pulled, strained, while she rode him like she might a
cantering horse, enjoying the unexpected thrusts, slides and angles of his cock
inside her. He was a good-sized man, filling her in a way that had her pussy
spasming, clutching him hard. When he finally got one hand free, that took care
of the other. He surged up from the bed, banding his arms around her to drive
her down hard and snug on his loins, ripping a cry from her. She bowed back in
his hold, gasping as his lips clamped over her right nipple. Gripping his hair,
she worked her hips on him in a circular rhythm as he sucked, drawing deep.
“So fucking good,” he muttered. “Want to taste your cunt.
Taste all of you.”
He thrust with the skill of a man who knew how to bring a
woman’s body to pleasure, and the first orgasm took her fast and quick. Her
clit swelled and hardened, pussy gushing over him. She cried out again, digging
her nails into his back. It had been too long since she’d gone this route to
feed and she didn’t know her own strength. She raked hard enough to draw four
furrows of blood.
Blood. The scent filled her nose, and she brought her
fingers to her lips, tasting what she’d taken from him. He flipped them then,
all effortless strength. She was always an on-top girl, so it surprised her how
much she welcomed the feel of him on her like this. She gazed up at him as he
pressed her into the quilt, kept thrusting, giving her searing aftershocks that
had her moaning, holding onto him, taking full pleasure in the ride. Since she
stared into his face as he stared into hers, she saw that rigid state that took
over right before climax, knew when his body was gathering. She reared up, slid
her arms around him. When he thought he couldn’t hold out any
of being a vampire was overwhelming enough to humans.
“God…” His hips twitched, pressing his cock up against her
labia.
“Easy there, bronc,” she said breathlessly, tightening her
thighs on him. “Keep it in the chute right now.”
She reached between them, gripped him. Yeah, he was thick as
a tree branch, and when she squeezed and stroked, his thigh and biceps muscles
bunched, body straining to stay still. She let him go, stroked her pussy along
his length, working him with the moisture between her slick lips as she leaned
down and began to taste his chest, his nipples, his shoulders, moving back
toward his throat. His fingers stayed clenched around the headboard. He was
fighting the restraint, but the arousal was also intensifying because of it.
As she reached the carotid, her fangs lengthened, not to be
denied this time. So hungry. She turned her head, lifted it enough to see his
eyes open beneath the lace, staring at her through that hazy barrier. His lips
parted, seeking air, seeking her. She rose up over him, let him see her body
arch as she gripped him once more, guided him into her, controlling the pace,
the descent.
“Condom…” He had the presence of mind to protect them both,
but she shook her head.
“Not needed, cowboy. Promise. That’s the one way you’re
totally safe with me.”
Maybe the only way.
She was sure he wasn’t naïve enough to let that pass, not
normally, but this wasn’t normal. That was obvious from how she could feel his
passion unfolding beneath her, reckless, uncertain, wild. It was what she’d
meant when she’d said if he ever unleashed it for the right woman, his response
would overwhelm them both in a way he wouldn’t anticipate.
But he wasn’t the only one taken unawares by that. As she
descended, inch by inch, feeling his cock stretch her, slide in deep, her eyes
were caught by his behind that barrier. She should tell him to close his eyes
again, but it was as if that lock held them over a chasm. Neither one looking
away, knowing to do so would be to fall. The worst part wouldn’t be the tumble,
but falling alone.
“Free yourself,” she whispered.
It took him a couple minutes. He twisted his hands in his
bonds, pushed and pulled, strained, while she rode him like she might a
cantering horse, enjoying the unexpected thrusts, slides and angles of his cock
inside her. He was a good-sized man, filling her in a way that had her pussy
spasming, clutching him hard. When he finally got one hand free, that took care
of the other. He surged up from the bed, banding his arms around her to drive
her down hard and snug on his loins, ripping a cry from her. She bowed back in
his hold, gasping as his lips clamped over her right nipple. Gripping his hair,
she worked her hips on him in a circular rhythm as he sucked, drawing deep.
“So fucking good,” he muttered. “Want to taste your cunt.
Taste all of you.”
He thrust with the skill of a man who knew how to bring a
woman’s body to pleasure, and the first orgasm took her fast and quick. Her
clit swelled and hardened, pussy gushing over him. She cried out again, digging
her nails into his back. It had been too long since she’d gone this route to
feed and she didn’t know her own strength. She raked hard enough to draw four
furrows of blood.
Blood. The scent filled her nose, and she brought her
fingers to her lips, tasting what she’d taken from him. He flipped them then,
all effortless strength. She was always an on-top girl, so it surprised her how
much she welcomed the feel of him on her like this. She gazed up at him as he
pressed her into the quilt, kept thrusting, giving her searing aftershocks that
had her moaning, holding onto him, taking full pleasure in the ride. Since she
stared into his face as he stared into hers, she saw that rigid state that took
over right before climax, knew when his body was gathering. She reared up, slid
her arms around him. When he thought he couldn’t hold out any
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