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“I…” I can’t talk either, and my sentence attempt is stolen by the impact of his most ferocious thrust yet. One I feel in my throat.
His face twists in what looks like anguish.
“You okay?” I manage to get out with a tight voice, as he lifts my hips to withdraw again.
“Fuck.” He thrusts into me deeply. “Fuck.” He pulls out and drives in again, holding me there, him buried fully and throbbing, his cock seeming to double in size and move all on its own inside me.
I brush hair from in front of his eyes and he takes my hand and presses a deep kiss against my palm. “You’ve ruined me, little dove,” he says his voice strained.
“Ruined you? How?”
He shifts his hips, drawing slowly out again, and I gasp at the pleasure erupting inside me.
He chuckles as if the ruined comment was a joke. “You ready for more? Cause now it’s me who’s going to ruin you.”
I nod, unconsciously biting my lower lip in anticipation of what he might mean.
“That’s good to hear little dove, because seems you’re stuck with me. Stuck taking all my cock has to give, because I never—” he draws back and then thrusts hard “—want to fuck—” he thrusts hard again “—anyone—” another thrust “—else—” an even harder drive “—ever again.”
My heart swells, and I want to answer him with a similar sentiment, but his hands tighten their grip on my hips and the speed of his thrusts accelerates. My body bounces out of control over his, and I wrap my arms and legs around him trying to hold on as a fire ignites inside me, a fire I hope will never go out.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ryker
My cock feelslike it’s in a vise, and it’s growing harder and fuller, so ready to explode. But I don’t want to come yet. I’m not even bloody close to that point.
My fucking rod is demanding more and more—more from me, more from her, more than I fear any human body can give.
Back in her apartment, I was shocked at how she responded after I fed, how her pussy recovered so quickly from the brutal friction and force, but what I feel driven to do to her now…I’m not sure even a vampire’s cunt could take it.
Doing her level best, she clings to me, her face against my chest, her legs fighting to grip my hips, but I’m going too fast for her to keep hold.
My head tells me I should stop—at least slow down—but my cock screams for me to go harder and deeper—it demands it—and I can’t deny my body what it wants right now. My only concession to her wellbeing is to stay sitting, so I can’t use my whole body to thrust, can’t go too deep. This way I can hold back—at least a bit.
She moans and her fingernails carve into my back, digging so deep they raise blood. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The pain, the scent of my own blood, combine to sharpen my need.
I can’t hold back anymore.
Dropping her onto her back, I cradle her landing on the soft furs, but there’s nothing soft about what I must do next.
Bracing my arms next to her head, my hips let loose, pounding like a piston, each stroke long and deep, my speed at several strokes per second, and easily sliding through her soaking wet pussy.
Her mouth opens as she struggles to breathe, as she struggles to absorb the impact of my strikes, and I bend one arm to cradle her head in the crook of it, but cushioning her head does nothing to cushion my body’s assault.
Looking into her eyes, I force myself to slow down, and she cries out as if she’s feeling even more now that my speed is closer to that of a virile human’s fastest thrusts.
“You okay?” I ask, but my voice is so strained it’s unrecognizable, my jaw tight from trying to control myself.
She nods, and a small sound squeezes out of her throat. I’m about to force myself to stop for a while, to give her a break, but she reaches up to touch my face, and the look in her eyes destroys me.
Reaching down, I scoop her thighs into my arms to fold her legs back near her chest, opening her even wider to my body’s attack, and the piston’s engine switches back to high.
My body’s moving completely out of my conscious control now, urging more and more from both of us as my cock demands satisfaction. Demands a level of fulfillment I fear is so high it might never come.
Her body hasn’t released yet, either. My unrelenting drives too constant, too intense to allow her to reach any summit, keeping her endlessly perched on the cliff’s edge.
Forcing my hips to slow, I release one of her legs. Letting it fall to the side, I reach down between us, and my thumb finds her clit, impossibly hard and swollen to triple its previous size.
