Page 56 of Desired for Her Blood
All the air pushes out of my lungs, and I feel what must be his balls hit my body. He’s in all the way.
“I don’t think I should go deeper,” he says, his voice strained.
“There’s deeper?” My voice comes out like a squeak.
“I am less than half way in,” he says, rubbing my back with his hand. “I will continue to hold my cock to control the depth.”
I nod, shocked. It was his hand I felt against me, not his balls.
I’m grateful that he’s protecting me this way. I can’t imagine any more pressure or fullness than what I’m already experiencing with both men inside me.
Zuben pulls out slowly and then drives back in, his thumb stroking me as his palm holds my back still to absorb his thrust. He repeats this several times, and then his thrusts accelerate.
He pumps into me so fast and hard it’s driving me wild. I want to move against the thrusts, but I can’t. And while the combination of pleasure and pain is almost more than I can bear, I want more of it. I want it all.
“It’s time,” he says. But I don’t know what he expects me to do.
Then I realize it wasn’t me he was talking to as Ryker starts thrusting up and into me again, the two of them moving in tandem, and I can feel them slide against each other inside of me.
Resting my head on Ryker’s chest, I look up into Axe’s eyes as he gently massages my breasts and looks at me with so much love and encouragement and support.
Even with the two other men driving inside me, Axe makes me feel so safe.
“I need more lubrication,” Zuben says, and his cock pulls out. Ryker thrusts quickly a few times, then slows his thrusts before Zuben drives into me again, this time even deeper.
But the vampire blood he added absorbs quickly, making me cry out more in ecstasy than pain. I try to buck, but the combination of Ryker’s hands on my hips, and Zuben’s hand pushing down on my lower back keeps me completely stationary.
Both men start thrusting again, each of them driving into me hard and deep and fast, and a mewing sound comes out of my throat that I’m not even sure is audible.
I’ve never felt so on fire, so alive, even though I can’t move.
Axe squeezes my nipples and my sight goes for a moment, every part of my brain occupied with processing the pleasure and pain that’s now reaching new heights.
“I can’t…” Zuben’s voice is strained. “I can’t…”
“You okay, little dove?” Ryker asks, and I nod against his chest as Axe moves one of his hands to caress my back and neck like he’s calming a wild animal.
And that’s how I feel. Wild. Feral. But unable to move at all, as the two men thrust hard and fast inside me.
My climax continues to build but won’t come, the new sensations too much, too strong, too violent to allow my release. And now Zuben and Ryker are taking turns, one pulling back as the other pushes forward and the speed increases again.
“I can’t control myself!” Zuben shouts.
Gripping my hips, he moves one of his legs so I can see his foot next to Ryker’s chest, and he pounds down into me with renewed force and speed—reaching new depths.
Through my fog I realize that both Zuben’s hands are on my body now, so he’s no longer using one as a shield to control his penetration. His tight balls slap against me, hitting me right at the edge of where Ryker’s driving inside me.
“Fuck!” Ryker cries out, and the speed and force of his upward thrusts accelerates.
I wish I could lift my head to see his face, but there’s no way I can. Ryker’s and Zuben’s movements aren’t coordinated anymore, their thrusts come at their own erratic speeds, and my body has no chance of anticipation or preparation.
“No!” Zuben shouts. “Help me. Please!”
I can’t figure out what Zuben’s talking about, but clearly something is wrong.
Zuben lifts me, pulling me off Ryker’s cock, and away from Axe’s loving caress.
Turning me from the other two, Zuben curls my body forward into a ball that he supports with one arm tucked under my thighs to pull my knees into my chest, and the other draped over my shoulders.
