Page 79 of Broken Souls

“I need you to come for me, baby,” I growl as I guide my cock back inside her hot, wet pussy. “I’m not going to last with you feeling this fucking good.”

I grab her hand. She tries to pull away from me, but she’s not strong enough to stop me, and I press her fingers over her pussy.

“Ride your hand for me, baby. Let me feel you come.”

My pulse spikes as I force her fingers to move even as I force my cock to stop. I am one thrust away from coming inside her. Fucking hel. “Come for me,” I beg, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel my senses starting to dull. My life is no longer on the line, the wound in my chest having been healed by the magic in her blood. The vampirism is falling back under the curse. In a moment, I won’t even remember what she feels like, this heaven on Earth, this irresistible temptation.

No!

I need to feel her come on my cock.

Pulling out of her, I drag her over to the edge of the bed. She still fights me, but her blows are weak, and I easily flip her over. Her feet are on the floor. I’m now standing behind her, one hand on her back, keeping her pinned. Dragging her dress up with my other hand, I bunch it around her waist.

“Get off me!” she says as she turns her head. “Stop!”

But I can’t.

And I know she doesn’t really want me to.

I can smell how wet she is.

Feel the goosebumps along her skin.

Wrapping my hand around my cock, I guide it into her soaking wet pussy.

I groan as I throw my head back. My knees are so damn weak, I can barely stand. Her pussy grips me. My cock jerks and pulses and threatens to come so damn quick. But I need to feel her orgasm first.

So I grab her hips and force her to rub her pussy on the edge of the bed, knowing outside pressure gets her off the quickest.

“Sto– ahhh.”

Her protests turn into moans.

Her hands fist the sheets.

My whole body shakes as I watch her squirm. I’m trying so damn hard to fight my own release.

“Come for me, baby.Please.I will give you anything; just come for me.”

I wrap one hand around her throat and arch her back so I can reach around with the other to play with her breasts. I pinch her nipples, alternating between them. Drawing her close to her O. Her glaring eyes drift shut as I fuck her slow and hard and deep while getting her pussy to grind against the mattress. Her lips part as she moans.

Leaning over her, I spit into her open mouth.

Watch her take me into both ends of her.

Her eyes pop open and find mine.

“Swallow,” I growl, my hand massaging her throat.

Defiance sharpens her gaze, cuts through the haziness of her arousal, and my little monster spits it back at me.

Keeping my eyes on her, I open my mouth and catch the gift she’s given me.

She cries out, her eyes hot on mine.

I tilt my head back and swallow, letting her see how it goes down my throat like a good boy.

A sudden thought rams into me. Her giving me orders like she did in the gym so many months ago. But instead of telling me to sit and hold out my hands for her to heal them, she’s telling me to open my mouth and hold out my tongue so she can ride my face into oblivion.