Page 76 of Trapped for Her Blood
She cries out at my touch, and I look into her eyes as I rub the slippery nob and stroke my cock inside her as slowly as I can.
“Oh, Ryker.” Her voice is breathy, her words shredding on the way out, and her breathing remains ragged, as I tease her clit and slide slowly inside her.
Her back arches and she inhales audibly, her breath drawing into her lungs in shattered pieces, and then she explodes. Her body thrashes under mine, her head lolling from side to side as her cunt tightens in thousands of quick, fierce contractions that nearly blind me with their force and intensity.
I keep light pressure on her clit as she comes, as her hips continue to buck and twist, every part of her body controlled by what’s going on at the core of her, and while she’s crushing my cock, it’s all I can do to hold back from pounding faster into her again.
Finally, her body settles back to the furs and the pulsing inside her slows. Her cheeks are bright red, her chest too, and I press tiny kisses against her hot, damp skin, hoping to cool it, but quickly realizing it’s having the opposite effect.
Her eyes open. Reaching up, she threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my lips down to meet hers. My shock at her strength, and at the sharp tug on my scalp as she holds my hair to keep my lips where she wants them, is quickly overcome by the pleasure of our passionate kiss, and soon by my cock’s renewed and unrelenting demands.
The instant her grip on my hair relaxes, I pull out my cock and kneel. Flipping her over, I drive into her from behind, even before her body lands.
My hands on her chest, I lower her until she can support herself on bent arms, and then I switch my grip to her shoulders, up near her throat, to better pull her back and into my recharged hard thrusts.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Her cunt is so hot and tight around me, and yet so slick and inviting even after that intense orgasm, and it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had. My concerns about hurting her have vanished, swallowed by more pressing commands.
My body continues to claim all it needs, thrusting so hard and deep and fast it’s a wonder how she’s survived the onslaught. She whimpers, a high keening cry, but my hips and back and legs refuse to slow down. They’re using their full force to drive my cock ever harder and faster inside her.
I slide one hand off her shoulder, hoping to stroke her cheek in some vain effort to offer comfort, but instead my hand lands over her mouth.
She latches onto the flesh at the base of my thumb and sucks there, pulling hard, drawing blood to the surface and the sensation of having her cunt pull on my cock as her mouth pulls blood to the surface of my skin consumes me.
Biting down, her teeth break my skin, but the slight pain and shock only drives my hips faster, pumping into her with unrelenting speed and a power I can’t tame.
Closed around the wound, her mouth draws out my blood with a powerful thirst I never imagined a human could possess, and then she releases my hand and cries out, her voice filling the cave with a shout of pleasure that fills my heart with joy.
She’s okay. She’s enjoying this too.
Fueled by my blood, her body responds to mine even more tenaciously. Her hips thrust back quickly, meeting every four or five of my rapid strokes, and I shout out in pleasure, no longer just taking what I need but receiving more gratification than I ever imagined as she works me with her tight cunny.
“Let me see you,” she says. “Ryker! I need to see you!”
Leaping to my feet, I pull her up with me. Lifting her off my cock, I toss her, turning her midair and impaling her as she lands.
She gasps, loudly and her legs hook hard around my butt.
Holding me strongly now, she thrusts her hips and tugs me into her as I continue to pound.
Her eyes close tightly and her lips part as we slam against each other, both of us active in the near savage act. I’ve fucked a lot of humans, even more vampires over the centuries, and yet I’ve never felt this kind of give and take, this equality in the act, this fucking strong connection, like we’re moving as one, like weareone.
Her eyes open and she looks deep into my eyes. I feel the urge to come, but it can’t. It’s too much. It’s all too much. My cock is over stimulated, on fire, unable or unwilling to let this act reach anywhere close to a finish line.
Her hand reaches down to where our bodies are joined. She finds my balls and rolls them between her fingers. They tighten and throb even harder, my stones taking on a life of their own. All my blood and focus rushes to my stones, and all my nerves center there too. Sparks of electricity radiate from every place touched by her fingers.
My body tightens—every muscle clenching at once.
I lift her hips back until I’m almost outside her, and her hand loses its grip. Panting for a moment, I look into her eyes. It might only be seconds that I hold her there, but it feels like hours, like we’re both in suspended animation, her body hovering in the air and angled away from me, only the head of my cock inside her.
Then I pull her back down—hard—thrusting to meet her lowered cunt, and our pelvic bones smash together. She cries out, but I repeat the brutal motion, over and over—and over and over—lifting and slamming her down as my hips mercilessly thrust, crashing our bodies together.
My vision goes red, my mind turns to fire, and my stones explode as my cock shoots what feels like a gallon of come deep inside of her.
She cries out, as if she can feel the hot sticky liquid, as if it’s both scalding and stimulating her, and as she takes it in, she shudders in my arms, shaking so hard I fear she’s having a seizure.
But then her violet eyes open and look deep into mine.
“You’re still hard,” she says with wonder in her voice.
