Page 64 of Desired for Her Blood
Sadness invades, but he captures my lips in a kiss that pushes it down, replaces my heart’s ache with one that pounds between my legs.
As we kiss, my hips slide forward, and my sex collides with his balls. I gasp into our kiss, trying to apologize, but he doesn’t move me back, so I pulse my hips gently, wetting his balls with my dampness, loving the pressure as I wiggle to open my folds and get his stones closer to my core.
I’m still tender and sensitive from the sex with Ryker and Zuben, and gaining all the pleasure I need from gently pulsing my hips against Axe’s hard stones.
As we kiss, his hands roam my throat, my back, my legs, and I feel so happy, so safe, so special. His touch on my body is almost reverent.
Breaking our kiss, he looks down into my eyes, and a surge of emotion overtakes me.
I love Axe.
How is that possible, given my feelings for Ryker? But it’s true. The feelings in my heart are as clear as the tangible pounding and ever-increasing dampness between my legs.
And as we look into each other’s eyes, Axe’s hands slide down my back and then under my butt to lift me.
I gasp slightly, as he holds me above the fur and starts stroking my parted folds along the length of his cock. I struggle to take breaths that grow more and more erratic as his massive erection divides my folds, rubbing against me.
From my asshole to my clit, he drags me up and down the length of him, and I’m happy to let him set the pace. I couldn’t do much to control it even if I wanted to, as his strong arms slide me up and down.
The hard ridge along the underside of his cock abrades the sensitive nerves in my clit and entrance as he moves me, and soon I can barely register thoughts beyond containing my climax, holding it back because I don’t want this stroking to stop—not ever.
“Does this feel good for you?” he asks, his voice like a base drum, rumbling through me, and I nod, unable to form any words.
He pulls me tighter, and I tip my hips slightly, increasing the pressure on my clit.
My orgasm explodes. My body shakes in his arms and my hips pulse as he continues to move me over the underside of his stiffness, letting me ride his cock and the waves of my climax, like I’m floating on an endless sea of rippling pleasure.
And as the final aftershocks shudder through me, he kisses me again and gently lowers me to sit back down on the fur between his legs. My entire body is spent, like I could sleep for a month, but he’s still so hard, even more so now.
Breaking our kiss, I slide back slightly, my legs still draped over his. “Let me give you some relief.”
Before he can answer, I shift onto my knees and bend to take his huge head in my mouth, keeping my hand high on his rod to control my depth. And he places one of his hands beneath mine to brace it.
His cock is so thick that my lips are stretched like I’m stuffing my fist into my mouth, but I soon adjust, loving the salty, earthy taste of his skin and semen.
Using my lips and tongue and hand, I discover the contrast between his velvety foreskin and the slick soft skin underneath.
He moans, and then, acting on instinct, not really sure what I’m doing, I place my other hand below where his is bracing mine, and I rub his length, from the base to where his hand is tightly gripping.
He growls encouragement, so I circle his head with my tongue as I stroke down near his base with one hand.
Reaching between my legs, I dampen my fingers and then stroke him harder, and I can feel his hand tightening and loosening, beneath my lips.
I lick his head, circling around it, and then suck.
He roars. “Ember. Ah.”
Encouraged by and loving my actions’ effects on his body, I suck harder.
“I need to pull out of your mouth.” His voice is tight. “I’m going to come.”
Still holding him between my lips, I shake my head no, and then suck even harder, rubbing my tongue against the underside of his head. His cock throbs in my mouth and hands, grows even bigger, even harder.
He roars, his head snapping back.
Hot liquid hits the back of my throat—hard—shocking me with its force and its volume. I choke, but he doesn’t seem to notice and he takes my head in his hands.
Recovering, I swallow as his cock erupts again, ejecting so much thick warm liquid that I feel like I may never need to eat again.
