Page 128 of Worse Fates

“Yes please, Lucero.” I beg, because he loves it, and I love the way it makes me feel.

“Anything for you, beautiful.” And pushing his hard length into my waiting body.

Moaning, I close my eyes at the stretch. The fullness. We’re so close, our hearts finding the same pace as he slowly feeds me his every inch.

And I might be on top, yet he’s still doing all the work.

His palms are full with my ass as he moves me up and down, and on each perfect glide, whether he’s filling me to a perfect point, or leaving me achingly empty, his dick grazes that bundle of nerves that has my spine shooting electricity across my body.

Needing to feel closer to him, I press my hand to my lower stomach.

“Lucero,” I pant. “Not close enough. I want more. Please. I love you, give me more.”

I’m not even really sure what I’m asking for. But my soulmate understands me more than I even understand myself.

His fingers curl in my hair and encourages my face to his neck. “For begging that pretty, how can I not give you what you need?” And his fangs slide into my neck so I cry out loud, then sink my own into the pulse at his throat.

We move together, my straining dick trapped between our sweat dripping bodies. The pleasure overwhelms, but it’s the love we share that drives me closer to the edge.

“Lucero,” I moan, the taste of his rich blood exploding my every tastebud.

He moves into me faster, then glides his hand to my dick and strokes my heated flesh to the same fast pace as our love making.

It isn’t long before I’m spilling in his hand, Lucero chasing after me with a hard snap of his hips, a guttural groan rushing from his mouth.

Sweat cools on my back, and his cum leaks over our entwined legs. It’s messy, but as we swim in this bliss together I can’t find it in myself to care.

Soon, sleep tugs at my edges and safe in my soulmates embrace, I begin to drift.

“I love you, my light,” I whisper.

“And I love you, too, Golden,” Lucero replies. “Forever, and ever…”

The End.