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“Like a rock.”
Licking her lips, she tightens around me. “Can we keep going then?”
“You’re not sore?” This woman is a wonder.
She shakes her head. “Maybe a little. But in a good way.” She squeezes me, milking me as if wanting to draw more liquid from inside me. “I think your semen… It’s like when I drank…”
I realize what she’s saying. My spunk is absorbing into her body like vampire blood. And it tracks with what we experienced the other time I came inside her.
Her need, instead of being satisfied has amplified now. But I want something gentler. I want to worship her cunt instead of punishing it.
Staying buried, I lower us both to the furs and then slip out as I turn her on her side near the fire. Lying behind her, I prop myself up on one elbow. She presses her ass back against me and wiggles with need, as my hand traces her skin, every part of her luscious body, heated from our love making.
The raw urge to take her asshole plows through my thoughts, but as much as she’s surprised me, she’s not ready for that. Not yet. Or maybe it’s me who’s not ready.
Fuck, she was a virgin a few days ago.
I lift her top leg, and then holding my hand tightly against her belly, I press back inside her, loving the reaction I feel against my palm, and around my stiff cock as it intrudes.
She’s even wetter now, her juices combined with my spunk, and I slide slowly inside her, loving the more luxurious speed, adoring how she feels in my arms, how I can see the side of her face from this position, feel her hair against my bent arm; how I can gauge her expression as I fuck her, as she fucks me back, rocking to meet my long strokes, gasping at each impact.
Turning her head, she looks into my eyes, and warmth invades my body, starting in my chest, rising to the backs of my eyes, and then traveling down to the tips of my toes.
As I stroke my cock inside of her, my hand slides over her torso, my fingers softly exploring, discovering how every inch of her wants to be touched, and reveling in how her body already knows what mine wants, like her cunny was custom designed for my rod, responding and tightening at just the right time to maximize my pleasure. Hers too, based on her expressions.
Using her arms against the ground, she pushes me back and then quickly switches our positions to straddle me, my cock quickly deep inside her again. Hands on my chest, she rides me, looking deep into my eyes and bouncing as fast as she can.
I thrust up into her to help and her head tips back as she gasps in pleasure. Her body clearly wants to be fucked again, fast and hard.
So I flip us, and turn back into overdrive, loving the intensity of how she responds as I pump into her and we look into each other’s eyes. We continue for what feels like hours, until I feel I might come again, but I’m not sure either of us would survive it if my spunk started everything in motion again.
My index finger slips down her body to find the damp, hard heat of her clit, and she bucks back against me. But I don’t let up the pressure.
Sighing and looking into my eyes, she climaxes again. And this time, although the contractions are intensely strong, her orgasm comes in what seems like slow motion compared to before. Her body moves in waves beneath mine, her powerful contractions milking me to a point where I’m miles beyond ecstasy, in a place not of this world.
Pressing my lips against her neck, I inhale her, tasting her skin with my tongue, and I realize that I’m lost. Lost at sea without a rudder or a sextant to guide me. Not even stars to offer guidance.
Earlier, I laughed off my blurted claim that she’d ruined me for other women, but it’s fucking true. I am worse than ruined. I am shattered, destroyed, demolished, and it’s clear that the only route for survival is to live the rest of my life with my cock buried deep inside of her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Zuben
The bear manand I enter the corridor from the tunnel that leads to his cave, and I try to fight the envy boring a hole deep in my body. Ryker is about to feed from her, and then I expect he will fuck her.
Even though I know I can never offer her all that the pirate can, my cock stiffens, wishing I could, but I ignore the tightening, highly sensitive organ, awoken after so many years of curtailment.
I have more pressing concerns than my reanimated cock. Ember’s needs are being met by another, and I have more important ways to serve her.
When we escape, if some of our group are naked we will draw immediate attention. Ryker no longer has clothes, Ember has only her now-soiled evening gown that barely covers her, and the bear… I wonder if he haseverbeen dressed in proper attire.
“Do you actually know where we might locate clothing?” I ask him.
The bear man grunts, and then turns my way, shooting me an angry look. Clearly his claim was offered as an excuse for us to leave the cave to give Ryker and Ember privacy.
“I should have known,” I say. “If you knew where to locate clothing you would not be clad in a wolf pelt.”
“Presumptuous fuck,” the bear mutters.
