Page 62 of Kentucky Nights
“What are you doing?” The question ends on a high-pitched note, proving how horrified she is.
“Like I said, a man’s got to eat.” I tug again, slow and gentle, the tampon coming out with ease. I’d hate for her to be in pain just to feed me. “Does that feel okay?”
“Yes, but—oh.”
I rub her cunt with my fingers, massaging her lips while keeping my thumb applied to her clit. Slow, hard circles cause her to moan, her thighs shaking from the attention. Her mouth parts when I bring the tampon to my mouth. Our gazes lock. Her heart rate increases. I hear it. A fast, uncontrolled beat by what she is seeing.
“Kentucky, are you going to?—”
I sink my fangs into the warm tampon, groaning when her blood flows across my tongue. My sight zeroes in between her thighs. The smell of her blood has more saliva pooling in my mouth. Inserting two fingers, I slip them inside her, growling within my chest when rivulets of red flow down my hand, dripping onto the tile floor.
The water washes it down the drain, forever gone.
Wasted.
“Have you…have you done this before?” Her words tremble with a hint of sadness.
I toss the tampon on the floor and lift the other leg onto my shoulder, keeping her propped against the wall. “No. No one’sblood has ever called to me the way yours does. I believe I’ve saved many parts of myself for you, and I am angry at the world for keeping me away from you for so long.” I dive my head between her legs, my tongue parting her lips.
I moan when her flavor bursts through my taste buds. She’s so soft and warm, like silk draping over my tongue. Her blood invigorates me more than the coffee from yesterday.
“Kentucky,” she groans my name, her nails digging into my scalp as my tongue plunges inside her depths that I claimed as mine last night.
No other has had her.
No other will have her.
I’m the only man she will ever experience for the rest of her eternity.
The thought of that has my hand wrapping around my cock, stroking the length within my tight fist.
“Are you sore from yesterday?” I give her clit a kiss, circling the nerves with my tongue, then sucking the sweet cherry into my mouth.
Her passionate cries echo within the shower stall, her breath causing the clouds of steam to surround her. “Yes,” she shouts. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Dru stretches one arm above her, shuts her eyes, and her thighs tremble around my neck.
Continuing the sweet assault on her clit, I sink two fingers inside, fucking her hard and fast, wishing it was my cock instead.
“Kentucky!” She tries to climb up the wall as her orgasm slams against her.
Heat pulses through my cock as I smother my face between her thighs, worshipping her altar as her holy water drips down my throat to quench my thirst. She feeds the starvation that has been gnawing at my soul. The softness of her skin beneath these calloused hands should be a sin.
“Come for me again, Darlin’. Don’t let me go hungry,” I growl, giving her clit another hard tug as I roll the bead between my fangs.
Her entire body shakes, preparing for another wave of pleasure.
Fuck, I’m so close to coming just from her taste, just from her pleasure. Knowing it’s me who is having her become a fucking mess has me tightening my fist around my cock to the point of pain to stop the impending orgasm.
“Fuck—Oh, god! Kentucky!” She screams my name, curling over me as she loses her strength. Her nails rake up my back, using me to let her pleasure out.
When she’s done, I ease her legs from my shoulders and stand. She’s shaking within my embrace, her knees shake from how unsteady they are.
“I have…” She points to my mouth, rolling her lips together to keep from laughing. “You have a little bit of me all over your face.”
“Good,” I snarl, flicking my tongue to get the blood from the corners. “You’re about to have me all over yours too.” Grabbing her shoulders, I force her to her knees, grab her hair within my fist. “Be a good girl and suck my cock.”
The water from the shower shines against her lips. I groan out loud for her to hear when her hand wraps around the base of my cock. I want to show her how good she makes me feel. I don’t care that she is new to this. I fucking love that no other has ever had her. I love her uncertainty because of how sweet it is, how gentle she is, and how badly she wants to help me feel good.
What she doesn’t understand is, it is her existence that makes me feel on top of the world. Not this.
