Page 57 of Burn Falls

I stuck the partially melted ice cube in my mouth, and as it melted, I tasted her. Delicious as the O’Bannion Burn whiskey that reminded me of her. There was no other brand for me now that Calla O’Bannion had entered my life.

Grabbing another cube, I did the same swipe up and down as before and then inserted it into her pussy before withdrawing it and then putting it back in. She moaned again.

“Does it feel good now?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “It’s starting to tingle some.”

Realizing that I’d forgotten a condom in the bathroom in my bag, I thrust the cube into her pussy a few more times before I darted off to grab my bag quickly before she realized I’d left. Even though there was no possible way she could get pregnant or catch anything from me, I had to use a useless condom with Calla because there would be fewer questions.

I opened it, grabbed the foil packet, the warming lube I’d brought, and then sheathed myself. “You ready to warm up?”God, I hoped this plan worked.

“I’m just … ready.”

I smiled. “Ready for me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

I rubbed a drop of the lube in my hand before stroking my length. I could feel the warmth against my skin, and I hoped that it would work. That the lube would be warm enough and the ice cubes from before would be cold enough that she thought they were the reason something room temperature was about to enter her warm heat.

In one smooth thrust, I slid into her. She sucked in a breath as my cock drove into her, causing her to slide forward against the hard table. After a few drives, she moaned, and I knew that my plan was working.

“Is it getting warmer?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Hold on to the table,” I ordered.

Calla reached up and grabbed the edge of the table above her. With each thrust, I was getting rougher and rougher. I couldn’t help it. The primal need in me to orgasm had me in a frenzy.

I gripped her hips, forcing her to impale deeper onto my cock. My balls slapped against her pussy, over and over and over while I listened to Calla’s breathing quicken. I knew she was getting closer. With each pump of her heart that pierced my sensitive ears, I rammed into her, her pussy like velvet as she glided along my length.

“Fuck, Calla,” I groaned, and before I could think of what I was doing, I reached forward, grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back, bringing her neck closer to my waiting mouth. I bent, and the moment my fangs descended and pricked her skin, she hissed like a needle had stuck her. I didn’t care. Humans sometimes bit during sex, and I was going to go with it. Though, as I tasted her sweet blood against my tongue, I knew that if I didn’t stop myself, I’d drink her dry. With as much willpower as I could muster, I licked the side of her neck, making sure I got every drop of blood, and then leaned back up, released her long, chestnut hair, and continued to drive into her.

Hard.

The table creaked while the slapping of skin and her pants filled the air and fueled me to pump and grip her hips harder. We were in sync with each other, and I was on the verge of orgasm.

Calla moaned, “I’m gonna come.” Music to my ears.

“Yes,” I groaned, still thrusting into her, the table moving closer and closer to the window that led to the walkway in front of her door. Her pussy squeezed my dick, and she let out a shattering cry of pleasure. I picked her up off the ground, angled her perpendicular to the floor, and pounded into her. I orgasmed, my ass clenching as the sensation rippled through me and a deep growl vibrated my throat.

She was breathless as I pulled out of her and set her feet back on the floor. With the blood still flowing through my veins, I took her mouth and kissed her so she wouldn’t see that I was still hard. I knew she couldn’t tell that the condom was empty, but I didn’t want her to think I’d faked anything.

“Are you okay?” I asked and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She nodded. “The ice was new.”

“Did you like it?” I questioned.

“I’m not sure.”

“Fair enough.”

“Did you also bite me?” Calla grabbed her neck where I had, in fact, bit her.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Got caught up in the moment.”

“Am I bleeding?” She tilted her neck, exposing the pulsing vein that I wanted to feast on.