“Always. Whenever you need me.” I kiss his shoulder, neck, and jaw before I take his lips, needing to feel more of him. One hand drifts down the strong plains of his back, gripping a firm cheek in my hand. The muscle flexes with every hard thrust he gives me.
With a snarl, he flips me over, placing his hand between my shoulder blades to keep me pinned against the bed. He fists my hair, craning my head back. I’m not sure what it is about this position, but he hits a spot that feels too good. I can’t stay quiet. I cry out with every drive of his cock to the hilt, giving me every inch.
“I love how much I stretch you. I wish you could see what I do, my fat cock stretching this virgin cunt. You’re going to be so sore tomorrow, and I’m going to love every single second of your discomfort.” He slaps my ass with his palm, a warm sting blooming across my cheek.
He slaps me again.
And again.
Until the stings morph to pleasure, my orgasm bursts through my body.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’regrippingme, Darlin’, and making an absolute mess. So fucking perfect.” He leaves me empty, falling to his stomach, clutches my hips hard enough to leave bruises, and yanks me to his mouth.
His tongue isthereagain. The soft glide warm and wet, against my abused entrance. He moans in delight, delving his tongue as far as possible, gathering a mixture of my orgasm and blood. He drinks it down as if he is a man dying of thirst.
Kentucky pinches my clit, rolling it with the perfect amount of pressure to ignite yet another orgasm. My thighs shake from too much pleasure, yet I still feel like I haven’t gotten enough.
My body is on fire for more. Not just more sex. I want him to bite me. Ineedhim to bite me. My soul is calling for him to give me everything he can.
He mouths my neck again, placing a kiss before flipping us into a new position.
This time I’m on top.
I stare down into red, fiery eyes and sharp fangs. His hands are on my hips, the black claws sinking into my flesh so hard, beads of blood roll down my leg. Kentucky swipes the blood free, rubbing it onto his fangs.
“What’s wrong, Darlin’? I scent your unease.”
“I…I don’t know what to do.” My cheeks become hot with the admission.
“Let me guide you, Beloved.” He applies more pressure, moving forward and back. I gasp, my clit rubbing against him while his cock sinks into me. “You belong up there, Dru. You look so fucking beautiful. A fucking goddess. I could praise you every day, and it wouldn’t be enough.”
The way he talks to me gives me the confidence to move against him, to use him, to bring myself to another orgasm. I gain speed, fucking him harder with every rock of my hips.
“Kentucky.” I lick my lips, panting as I ride him, chasing the orgasm that is lingering so close. “You’re so big. Oh, god, you feel so good.” I pinch my nipples, giving them a rough tug.
“You never told me,” he snarls, wrapping his arms around me.
He sits up, kissing the middle of my chest. “Why wait all this time for me?”
“No one else ever made sense.”
“And I do?”
I push his hair out of his handsome face, locking onto his crimson gaze. “Nothing has ever made more sense than you.”
His fangs gleam against the sunlight pouring through the windows. The rays warm my shoulders, but that’s not what is causing me to sweat. It’s the man beneath me.
“You are stunning on top of me. Don’t fucking stop, Dru,” he seethes through clenched fangs. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m going to come. I can’t wait. I can’t…” I breathe in, doing my best to hold in my orgasm. “I…”
“That’s okay, Darlin’. Come all over my cock. Show me how good you feel because of me.”
I toss my head back, crying out to the afternoon sky peering down on me, clenching around him again.
He moves so fast, he becomes a distortion, pinning me on my back. My head hangs over the bed, and he moves in a blur, fucking me so hard and fast that I can’t see him, another orgasm shaking the bones in my body from how many times he has pleasured me.
A monstrous roar vibrates through the room as he fills me, his orgasm long, filling me so much, his come begins to drip from me.