Page 63 of Auctioned for Her Blood
Pressing her against the wall, I drive up and into her, keeping her suspended off the ground, using the tag team of gravity and the support of the hard wall to deepen each pounding drive.
And still she is coming, her pussy pulsing in fast waves around me that are simultaneously fighting and inviting my cock’s progress.
Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her, my tongue mimicking my cock, and her lips tighten around that part of me too, sucking on my mouth’s thrusting appendage as her cunt sucks my cock.
My need heightens along with my intense sense of pleasure. I will never get enough of this woman. I’m losing my fucking mind.
And I need to come. With all the fucking, I haven’t climaxed since that first time inside her, and she knows it. But I hold it back. My orgasm will signal an end that I don’t want to come.
I look into her eyes—so much need there, so much passion, so much trust. Do I deserve this? Deserve her? Of course I don’t. How could I ever?
I slow my hips’ motion, dragging my cock deliciously through her unbelievable tight hold, and she likes this slow action too. I can tell. Fuck.
Taking her this way, my cock can sense every wet inch of her, and every relative point of my penetration is different and equally wonderful: the tug of her tight entrance on my head; her shudder as I graze over her g-spot; the pressure and shape of her tunnel’s end; and the hug of her contractions when I’m buried in deep. My cock couldn’t possibly choose a favorite part of her cunny. I want—I need—every inch of her.
Her hand stretches down, finds my stones, and she fondles them lightly. “Do you like that?” She asks, her lips against my chest.
I nod, my throat too constrained to speak, to breathe.
“And how about this?” She squeezes my balls, just enough, stroking the sensitive skin with her soft fingers, and I can no longer stall my building climax. I’m way too close to the top.
My head tips back, and I roar as my hips thrust beyond my control.
Am I moving fast? Slow? Hard? Soft? I have no fucking idea what my hips are doing as a massive wave crashes into me, drowning me in pleasure as my seed erupts with more force and volume than I ever thought possible.
Regaining my sanity, I thrust more slowly, but still hard and deep, and she tightens around me, holding me inside her. It seems my strength to pull out expired with the final thrust of my orgasm, while her strength seems to have increased.
I’m her prisoner now, her arms trapping my shoulders, her legs my waist, and her cunny holding captive my cock. Slumping forward, I pant.
Finally finding the energy, I lift her away from the wall and run my hands over her back, hoping to soothe any bruises our violent love-making raised.
Fuck, I totally lost my head. What if she’s hurt?
“You okay?” I ask, my voice emerging through gravel.
“Better than okay.” Her fingers thread through my hair, and I lean back and look into her eyes.
“I think the sun’s down,” I say, reality sneaking back in. Our excuse to stay inside has ended, and now that it’s dark, she’s really not safe here. Zuben knows where she lives and that means others might too. The entire DEFTA security team might crash in at any moment.
“I wish this day could go on forever,” Ember says. “And Montréal’s fine. I don’t care where we go, as long as it’s somewhere we can be together, just like this. Somewhere we can make love night and day. Because I never want to do anything else ever again.”
A contented smile drifts onto her lips, and it’s clear in her expression that she both means what she said and heard its absurdity. And I’m with her on that. I’ll find us a place where no other vampire can find us, where we can be alone together for as long as this feeling lasts.
Ember makes me want to be better, to change. Have I already?
Nah. I’m a bad man, bad to the core and always have been.
Ember makes me feel good, but my desire to hide her away from the world, totally fits with my pattern. It’s not goodness or love that she’s woken inside me, my feelings for her are just a symptom of my innate badness, my greed.
I want Ember because of what she can do for me, not to mention what she does for my cock.
“Come on.” Already hardening inside her again, I pull out and set her onto her feet.
She emits a high tiny sigh. “I miss you already.” She reaches down to take me in her hand, but I intercept her, entwining her fingers with mine instead.
“If we get started again, we won’t stop until daylight. It’s too dangerous.”
Her other hand reaches down to stroke my cock. “I’ve recently discovered that Ilikea little danger.”
