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Story: Ache For Her
I bucked against him and Simon groaned.
That’s it, I told myself. I was going to make him want me. I was going to make him regret doing this to me. I was Delilah Greene. Shit like this didn’t happen to me.
“Sweet fucking pussy,” he purred.
“Uh-huh,” I said, moving against him.
He tweaked my nipple, and I cried out. I grimaced, moving against him harder.
“Fuck, Delilah. You want it like that. Hold the fuck on, baby.”
He wasn’t kidding. His thick cock pounded into me. I grasped the sofa, my nails digging into the material. For every rush of pleasure, I pushed against him harder, making him want me more than I wanted him. Fuck him. This was about me.
The sofa started to move with his barrage. My breasts bounced in front of me as he took us both higher and higher. “Simon!”
My body was so close to the edge, I was flirting with the oncoming orgasm. He was fucking me so hard it was a wonder I didn’t rip in half, but part of that was my fault. For everything he gave me, I gave it right back, moving forcefully against him at the same time he came forward.
His fist gripped my hair and yanked. At the same time, I arched my back, and he slid even deeper than before. I went running off the edge, crashing down in a flurry of pleasure. My insides clenched his hard cock as I screamed my release. He followed soon after, his head coming down to sink his fangs into my shoulder, which sent me into another spiraling orgasm.
I moved my ass against him, milking all his cum from him until he shuddered and released my shoulder. He stood over me, his chest caressing my back with every deep breath he took. Then, he pulled out and walked away. I looked up to see him moving toward the hallway, his shoulders tense. I fell onto the couch cushions, gulping in breaths.
For fuck’s sake. That was the best sex I ever had. Dried blood caked my thighs and arms from earlier. Even now, I could feel the trickle of blood springing up from my shoulder and running down my breast. I lay against the couch, almost in a dream-like state as I waited for my body to calm itself.
God, I fucking hated him.
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Chapter Seven
Simon
Delilah’s blood—and her body—called to me from the other room while I sat on the edge of the bed in the lone bedroom in the suite. I hadn’t even bothered to tie her up again. With the way I fucked her, she wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a couple days anyway let alone leave the room. Not that she’d even want to anymore.
My fingers trembled. I clamped my hands together to stop the tremors. What the fuck was wrong with me? I hadn’t done that to prove anything. I’d done that because I wanted to. I’d done that because sinking so deep inside her was the only thing I could think about.
It didn’t matter. All this meant was that instead of sparing her life at the end of all this, she had to die too. I could take her to Galen at the end of this so she could become a feeder, the thing she automatically rejected straight out, though she didn’t seem to mind when my fangs struck her. She’d be great at it. But my body rejected that idea. I wasn’t taking her there.
Fuck me. I should’ve never let it get that far, but the desire for her overcame me and sticking to the plan was the last thing I wanted to do. She’d tried to deny that she wanted me, and I couldn’t let her get away with that.
I glanced at the cell phone I’d managed to grab from the floor when I left the room. Her grandfather still hadn’t called. I’d slipped out earlier while she slept to check the perimeter of the hotel. No one watched us. No one surrounded the hotel to free her. How disappointing. I hadn’t even made it that difficult to hide where I was staying. If the old man had tried at all, he’d have figured it out by now. He could’ve sent people to get her even if he refused to take his own life to save his granddaughter’s. Whatever way he decided to play this, I was ready. But the fact that he hadn’t decided at all was fucked up.
That pretty thing in there waited on him though. She thought he’d come for her no matter what. That was where her confidence came from. Her confidence to try to escape. Her confidence that she could withstand my cock. She thought she was going to be saved just like she’d always been.
It was time to pull out all the stops I had. Evidently, I had to take things further to try to induce him to do fucking something in response.
I grabbed the video camera I’d purchased at the corner store the other day and walked from the room. Delilah slept soundly on the sofa, her dark hair in tangles around her. I wondered if it even passed her mind that she wasn’t tied up anymore. Stupid girl.
I set the camera down on the counter next to the little kitchenette and hit record. Then, I ran the faucet, filling up a glass of water before returning to Delilah’s side. “Think I won’t hurt her?” I asked, looking at the camera. Then, I threw the water at her face.
She awoke with a jerk, gasping for air. She sat straight up, staring at me. She lashed out, her hand thrusting toward my abdomen, but I grabbed it and twisted. She still didn’t have any clothes on and her naked body was on full display. Perhaps Greenie would get the message then. The longer he refused to cooperate, the more trouble she’d be in.
“What the fuck?” Delilah cried, water still running down her face.
“Time to wake up,” I said, my words clipped. “Guess who still hasn’t called?”
I angled my head toward the camera and Delilah looked over. She glared at it and sat back, ripping her hand from my grip. She crossed her arms over her chest, sparing her grandfather her nakedness.
She really shouldn’t have bothered. It was about to get even worse in here. Though, I had to give her credit for being feisty. My dick twitched in my pants.
That’s it, I told myself. I was going to make him want me. I was going to make him regret doing this to me. I was Delilah Greene. Shit like this didn’t happen to me.
“Sweet fucking pussy,” he purred.
“Uh-huh,” I said, moving against him.
He tweaked my nipple, and I cried out. I grimaced, moving against him harder.
“Fuck, Delilah. You want it like that. Hold the fuck on, baby.”
He wasn’t kidding. His thick cock pounded into me. I grasped the sofa, my nails digging into the material. For every rush of pleasure, I pushed against him harder, making him want me more than I wanted him. Fuck him. This was about me.
The sofa started to move with his barrage. My breasts bounced in front of me as he took us both higher and higher. “Simon!”
My body was so close to the edge, I was flirting with the oncoming orgasm. He was fucking me so hard it was a wonder I didn’t rip in half, but part of that was my fault. For everything he gave me, I gave it right back, moving forcefully against him at the same time he came forward.
His fist gripped my hair and yanked. At the same time, I arched my back, and he slid even deeper than before. I went running off the edge, crashing down in a flurry of pleasure. My insides clenched his hard cock as I screamed my release. He followed soon after, his head coming down to sink his fangs into my shoulder, which sent me into another spiraling orgasm.
I moved my ass against him, milking all his cum from him until he shuddered and released my shoulder. He stood over me, his chest caressing my back with every deep breath he took. Then, he pulled out and walked away. I looked up to see him moving toward the hallway, his shoulders tense. I fell onto the couch cushions, gulping in breaths.
For fuck’s sake. That was the best sex I ever had. Dried blood caked my thighs and arms from earlier. Even now, I could feel the trickle of blood springing up from my shoulder and running down my breast. I lay against the couch, almost in a dream-like state as I waited for my body to calm itself.
God, I fucking hated him.
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Chapter Seven
Simon
Delilah’s blood—and her body—called to me from the other room while I sat on the edge of the bed in the lone bedroom in the suite. I hadn’t even bothered to tie her up again. With the way I fucked her, she wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a couple days anyway let alone leave the room. Not that she’d even want to anymore.
My fingers trembled. I clamped my hands together to stop the tremors. What the fuck was wrong with me? I hadn’t done that to prove anything. I’d done that because I wanted to. I’d done that because sinking so deep inside her was the only thing I could think about.
It didn’t matter. All this meant was that instead of sparing her life at the end of all this, she had to die too. I could take her to Galen at the end of this so she could become a feeder, the thing she automatically rejected straight out, though she didn’t seem to mind when my fangs struck her. She’d be great at it. But my body rejected that idea. I wasn’t taking her there.
Fuck me. I should’ve never let it get that far, but the desire for her overcame me and sticking to the plan was the last thing I wanted to do. She’d tried to deny that she wanted me, and I couldn’t let her get away with that.
I glanced at the cell phone I’d managed to grab from the floor when I left the room. Her grandfather still hadn’t called. I’d slipped out earlier while she slept to check the perimeter of the hotel. No one watched us. No one surrounded the hotel to free her. How disappointing. I hadn’t even made it that difficult to hide where I was staying. If the old man had tried at all, he’d have figured it out by now. He could’ve sent people to get her even if he refused to take his own life to save his granddaughter’s. Whatever way he decided to play this, I was ready. But the fact that he hadn’t decided at all was fucked up.
That pretty thing in there waited on him though. She thought he’d come for her no matter what. That was where her confidence came from. Her confidence to try to escape. Her confidence that she could withstand my cock. She thought she was going to be saved just like she’d always been.
It was time to pull out all the stops I had. Evidently, I had to take things further to try to induce him to do fucking something in response.
I grabbed the video camera I’d purchased at the corner store the other day and walked from the room. Delilah slept soundly on the sofa, her dark hair in tangles around her. I wondered if it even passed her mind that she wasn’t tied up anymore. Stupid girl.
I set the camera down on the counter next to the little kitchenette and hit record. Then, I ran the faucet, filling up a glass of water before returning to Delilah’s side. “Think I won’t hurt her?” I asked, looking at the camera. Then, I threw the water at her face.
She awoke with a jerk, gasping for air. She sat straight up, staring at me. She lashed out, her hand thrusting toward my abdomen, but I grabbed it and twisted. She still didn’t have any clothes on and her naked body was on full display. Perhaps Greenie would get the message then. The longer he refused to cooperate, the more trouble she’d be in.
“What the fuck?” Delilah cried, water still running down her face.
“Time to wake up,” I said, my words clipped. “Guess who still hasn’t called?”
I angled my head toward the camera and Delilah looked over. She glared at it and sat back, ripping her hand from my grip. She crossed her arms over her chest, sparing her grandfather her nakedness.
She really shouldn’t have bothered. It was about to get even worse in here. Though, I had to give her credit for being feisty. My dick twitched in my pants.