Page 93 of Bite Me

I clung to the pillow, my fingers curled around lumps of crumpled fabric, as I struggled to stay still. He licked over the wound and to my crease again, then kissed my pucker. Opening his mouth wide, he grazed his fangs over it.

“Please!” I was losing it.

The sting just by my hole drove me wild.

“Please! Fuck me!”

I was going to self-combust.

I let out another whine, but finally, the mattress dipped by my knees. Russel’s cockhead nudged my hole, he shifted behind me, and then came the blissful fullness.

Groaning, I pushed my ass out, meeting his slow thrust. He filled me up in one long slide, stretching my insides and sending sparks of pleasure into my body. I could tell from the angle and weight that he crouched behind me. When he grabbed my hips, I only had a split second to prepare before he rocked out and pushed back in. The rough thrust punched a wail out of me.

“Like this?” he asked, his voice sounding almost evil.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

“Whatever you need, my love.”

He was spectacular. With measured but rapid fucks, he drove in and out of me, all but milking my prostate. His balls slapped into my crease with the force of his thrusts.

The energy built in my core, like a roaring fire in the pit of my stomach, and I mewled like an animal. He fucked me through my orgasm and beyond, and when the pleasure began fading away, he bit my shoulder, feeding the blaze.

The last few thrusts were slow but deep. I could feel him shudder, and his cock jerked deep inside me. With a blissful smile on my lips, I collapsed on the bed. He stayed in me as he lay over me and bucked his hips a few more times.

“That was epic,” I mumbled.

Chuckling, he pulled out and rolled off me. I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were almost always copper as he fed from me in small doses every other day. Now they had the color of the sunset above the ocean.

“I think we need to do this a few more times this weekend,” Russel said. “To manage your stress levels.”

“Uh-huh. Very wise.”

With the last of my strength, I shuffled to press my body to his side. I lay my head on his chest with a sigh.

He hugged me and breathed into my hair. “I’m going to spoil you this weekend, my love.”

“You spoil me all the time,” I murmured, already sleepy.

“You deserve that and more.”

I didn’t have the energy to protest, and probably no reason either. “Love you,” I whispered instead.

“I love you, Eddie. Sleep well, my sweetheart.”

The End