Page 90 of Suck This

Her mouth created more suction. Her tongue ran down the underside. Her hand rolled.

And the moment I was on the verge of tipping over the edge, she stopped, came up to her knees, and turned.

The moment her back was presented to me, I didn’t waste any time.

I jackknifed up, hooked her around the hips with one forearm, and fell backward as I brought her pussy up to my lips.

Then I feasted, too.

The move put her mouth back in line with my cock, but this time she didn’t try to put it in her mouth.

She must’ve sensed my lack of self-control, because she did nothing.

At least not for long minutes as I devoured her. I licked the seam of her sex, sucked those soft puffy lips between my own, and circled that little nub with the very tip of my tongue, bringing her closer and closer to climax.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “Oh, God.”

That was when she sank her fangs into the juncture of my thigh and started to devour me—only in a different way—as I was feasting on her.

Each pull of her lips, and sweep of her tongue, on my thigh, the faster and harder I licked.

When I felt her start to slow, I roughly yanked her hair back, pulling her away from my thigh, and flattened her to the bed so fast that she barely had time to get her hands out in front of her.

“Con!” she cried out, knowing where this was going.

I didn’t waste another second as I lined my hard cock up with her entrance, and then slowly sank inside.

She moaned low in her throat as each inch filled her, and by the time I was buried to the hilt, she was emitting a constant low keen that was sending ripples of need through my tightly strung body.

As I seated myself fully inside of her, I directed her back to my vein, pulling her back by the long strands of her hair and tilting her head, this time just underneath the jut of my chin. I urged her without words to continue eating, and she did.

The moment she took that first long pull, I lost my vision.

That might or might not have been due to me closing my eyes, but whatever the reason, I couldn’t see. So, I relied on my other senses.

Smell. Feel. Hearing. And tasting.

With a quick thrust of my cock into her tight heat, I buried my own fangs in her neck and took a healthy pull.

She tasted like ambrosia.

Before, when she’d been human, she’d tasted delectable. Now she was even finer. Like the most aged of wines, or the first meal after you’ve starved for weeks on end.

She tasted so fucking good that it was hard to stop—nearly impossible—and I would’ve drained her dry, but her orgasm distracted me. The tight pulsing of her channel. The waves of heat that washed over me.

I’d never let up as I took her, burying myself inside of her over and over. Hadn’t lessened the pace whatsoever as I continued to pump my hips.

When she orgasmed, it should’ve been expected, but it wasn’t. She stole my breath, and my own orgasm shot down my spine and up the length of my cock so fast that I didn’t have time to prepare. To warn her that I was falling over that edge.

One second I was sucking her taste, inhaling everything she had to give, and the next my head was thrown back as a bellow of ecstasy passed over my lips.

The shot of adrenaline that poured through my veins was enough to send any normal person to his knees. Lucky for me, I was already on them, so all I did was fall forward and to the side so that my large body didn’t completely crush hers.

She rolled the moment I hit the bed, and wrapped her long limbs around mine, tangling us together in the darkness.

I slid my still hard length back inside of her, and we both sighed.

I tried to blink, wanting to clear my head so that my vision would return, which it did in slow increments.