Page 51 of Auctioned for Her Blood
Licking my lips, I shake my head.
“Because this time… Fuck, Ember, now I’ve had a taste of you…once I start…”
I tighten my inner muscles around him, a new trick I’ve learned, and he exhales through nearly closed lips.
“This time I can’t be so gentle,” he finishes his sentence.
That was gentle?
Excitement stirs inside me. I nod, but then fear joins my desire. Fear and dirty thoughts I’ve only had in my dreams. Dirty thoughts of being taken brutally for hours by multiple men taking turns. Thoughts of being completely dominated, unable to move as my body is used for a man’s pleasure.
“My venom didn’t put you to sleep,” he says, stroking my back. “But maybe it had an effect on your cunt. Or maybe it was my spunk.” His hips start moving, slowly rocking into me, and the subtle motion only makes me want more, so much more.
I tighten my legs’ grip around his hips. “Your…cock definitely has a strong effect on me…” I gasp. “Down there.”
“Where?” He winks and then gasps as I tighten around him.
“In my…cunt.” I try to get used to the word.
“You have a strong effect on me too.” He chuckles, low and deep, then he thrusts a few times, hard and fast.
I gasp, my breath stolen by the sudden intense movements, and then he stops again, his jaw clenched.
Shaking his head, he looks into my eyes with concern. “Fuck. It’s like…like I’m driven to…to fuckingconsumeyou.”
A shudder traces through me, and he pauses, breathing heavily, sucking in a few ragged breaths as if the effort to draw air is herculean.
“I feel this drive to fuck you,” he says, “to fuck you harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone, but I’m afraid.”
“Don’t be afraid.” I stroke his cheek. “I want you to do whatever you need…to do anything—everything—to me. I want to feel it all, but especially your hard cock pounding deep inside my cunt.” My words still sound strange on my lips, but I mean them, and I tighten around his girth.
His eyes fill with pleasure, but then his expression quickly shifts to something darker, something that scares me.
“I can take whatever you have to give me, Ryker.” My voice is trembling with fear. “I promise.”
I’m about to add some caveats to my bold statement—I barely just lost my virginity—but gripping my hips tightly, he starts pumping, thrusting his hardness deep inside of me, over and over.
He’s thrusting so quickly I can’t see him move. But I can sure feel it.
I grip onto his shoulders, my face pressed against his chest, as he uses the combined force of his torso and legs, against the opposing force of his arms to draw himself out and then slam back into me, so much harder and deeper and faster than before.
The force is so unexpected, so consuming, so wonderful, I can no longer distinguish pain from pleasure—I feel both with each stroke.
And still he accelerates further, moving so quickly my sex starts to burn, almost like I’ve been slapped down there—spanked—and that’s how it sounds as our bodies slap together. Something rises to bump my ass in time with his strokes. Is that his balls?
That thought flies out of my head as an orgasm overtakes me.
My head snaps back and my body undulates as my sex explodes with hard pulses, but if he notices what’s going on inside me he doesn’t slow down. If anything, the force of his thrusts increases, their speed accelerating, and his grip on my ass cheeks tightens, as if he thinks that if he uses enough force to pull me down onto his cock, he can drive straight through me. Maybe he can.
But then he slows, letting me come down off the ceiling and back into my body, as the last aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me.
Sliding inside me more slowly again, he lifts me almost off his cock and then carefully controls my speed of descent until he’s fully seated inside me.
Over and over he lifts me slowly and pulls me back down, every inch of him abrading my burning inner muscles in the most delicious way.
I’m so sensitive now—finally understanding his expectation of soreness—and I can’t think of words to describe this feeling—like pain and pleasure have married, joined forces to give me all the sensations I crave, sensations that radiate from our coupling to invade every other part of my body, my soul.
Moaning now, I lift my head to find him looking into my eyes, and the connection as we look into each other’s souls seems even more real than the physical joining of our sex organs. And still, he continues to slowly lift me and slide me down, impaling me over his thick, hard shaft again and again.
