Page 13 of Stalked By Pestilence
He didn’t hold back. His dick slammed in until he was fully seated inside me, reaching places few could. Every slide was friction and sensation in all the right ways.
My hands glided across strong trapezoids, shoulders, and pectorals. His tantalizingly soft skin begged to beteased, so my fingers circled his pierced nipples, then tugged on the bars running through them.
I reveled in his choked groan as the assault on both his dick and nipples caught him by surprise. I’d squeezed around his cock and thrust down despite my position under him. He’d never be in control no matter how much he thought he was. The slap of our skin echoing off the walls was lewd—and exactly the way I liked it.
Every nerve had come to life with his unruly thrusts. His teeth sunk into my neck, but I punished him with a hard tug on his hair and his pace stuttered under my brutality.
I was struck by another glimpse of slit pupils and fangs and a barrage of light that hit his skin as if he were covered in scales, but those brief illusions were gone in an instant. Pleasure ripped through me after he pushed deeper and stole every bit of my focus. The memory of what I’d seen flickered away between the waves of ecstasy slamming into my body.
“Fuck me, you’re bloody tight, little viper,” he purred in my ear, his hard length sliding into me again and again, piercings a delicious stimulation everywhere it mattered. “So pretty and perfect. An absolute vision under me, yeah?”
I sunk my teeth into his shoulder in punishment, making it clear I was the only one who got to bite. “It’s still ma’am to you, birdie.”
The bite only spurred his unforgiving movements on. Soon, it was nothing but throaty groans and startled gasps out of the both of us. We traded short spars of banter, but never more than a couple words before pleasure took us.
It was a rare day when I wanted to hear a man talk, but with him, I didn’t mind. His raspy voice, the one that sung so beautifully on stage and stole a whole room ofattention—even mine, I’d begrudgingly admit—didn’t fail to twist words into pretty presents for my ears.
“These tits were made for my mouth, pet,” he murmured, sucking at one and using his tongue and teeth to tease the hardened peak. Then he was paying his respects to my throat. “This pretty neck was made to have my lips on it, yeah? My bite mark looks proper wicked on you.”
My fingers nearly ripped his hair at the roots with the vicious yank I gave him. “I don’t remember giving you permission to do anything other than fuck me, birdie.”
His smirk taunted me, his hips slapping into me harder than before, never failing to keep pace. As if a testament to how good he’d already followed that order. It took every bit of my control not to react.
His eyes danced to where my breasts bounced, and that cheeky grin of his only grew. “Apologies, ma’am.”
I should punish him for the sass, but I wouldn’t do it just yet. I was getting off on how bratty he was being. How overtly he stared at me like I was a treat he couldn’t wait to have again and again. I’d take the utmost pleasure in kicking him out after I’d gotten what I wanted. Because assholes like him thought no woman could ignore them after a night of bliss.
He was about to find out this one could.
With a push, I rolled on top. A mischievous grin split my face, and I led his hands to my breasts before taking control of our pace. His throat worked as I sunk down on him, swiveling and working his cock to my liking so my swollen clit rubbed just right.
My head fell back as that familiar rush swept over me, the way it always did when I edged closer to an orgasm I deserved after a terrible fucking week.
I barely noticed Songbird as I rode his cock, taking what I wanted and damning the consequences. But right before the hard shift hit, the moment when the tension in my lower waist snapped, I finally peered down at my prey.
His skin glistened with sweat. His unnatural eyes beamed their own light. For a moment, he looked more snake than man, but I lost focus. I came so hard it battered my insides to sheer numbness, and everything I’d dealt with over the week was swept away.
I vaguely noticed his body tensing under my thighs and hands before he came inside me. I’d later curse my lack of protection when I had to haul ass to get Plan B in the morning and do another round of sexual disease testing, but in this moment, everything was absolutely perfect. Exactly what I needed to start anew.
A great ending before a new beginning.
Several breaths passed between us. His hands started to move along the curve of my hips and waist, but I was too blissed-out, so I let it go on for longer than normal.
With a shaky exhale, I climbed off him and grabbed a towel nearby. I tossed it to him and dug around for another one for myself. I wiped away all remnants of our time together, though the rest would require a shower because my stupid ass didn’t make him bag it before fucking.
He got lucky.
His eyes tracked me as I strolled across the carpet, legs still a little wobbly after a quickie that was, admittedly, one of the best I’d had. Ugh, not one.The best,period.
Maintaining an impassive expression, I found my favorite night-time shirt and pulled it on. Then I collected his clothes from the floor. A line stitched its way between his brows as I tossed the bundle at him. He’d caught it but didn’t move more than that.
Sighing, I rubbed my temple. “We’re done. You got off. I got off. Now it’s time for you to get dressed and get the fuck out.”
I identified the phone still on the ground and haphazardly threw it his direction, only briefly regretting the action when I worried I might break the only way he’d get himself out of my place. Thankfully, he snatched it out of the air like he’d been gifted with unnaturally quick reflexes.
Maybe from all the dodging he did on stage when a girl threw panties at him and her boyfriend followed it up with a punch. That thought tickled me a little too much.
Asha always accused me of having very little grasp on what actually occurred in the concert space, but I happened to believe I wasn’t far off what happened with a gorgeous singer who stole hearts with a couple lyrics and a guitar.