Page 34 of Afflicted

She releases me to do her bidding, and I lie on my back, watching as she sheds her clothes. Once she’s naked she climbs onto the bed, straddling me. Without much preamble, she lowers herself onto my cock with a gasp.

“Oh fuck.” Her head falls back, and she rolls her hips. “Yeah, oh fuck, I need this.”

She fucks me freely for herself, rolling and grinding in that way that feels good for women but doesn’t do much for me. I tuck my hands behind my head, watching her and enjoying the feeling of her hot, wet pussy around my throbbing cock. I need more to get off, but seeing her get off is fun too.

I reach out to press my thumb to her clit, and her lips shake as a needy little moan escapes her. When I pinch her clit between my thumb and finger, she bucks on me, her fingers scrabbling at my stomach.

“Fuck, fuck,” she moans, and her pussy clenches around me as she comes. She shudders for a moment, gasping for breath before she starts moving again.

“Still need more, huh?”

She bites her lips, nodding, her eyes fluttering closed. “Yeah, fuck, I need more.” She grabs onto my shoulders and pulls me into a sitting position, her hips jerking harder against me now. Her eyes meet mine, her rosy lips parted as she gasps and moans. “I need more.”

“What else do you need?” I ask, raking my fangs along her jawline. “Be a good little slut and tell me how you want to be fucked.”

She groans at my words. “Oh fuck, Silas.” She protests as I hold her still, trying to move and keep chasing the orgasm she so desperately needs. “I need to come.”

With considerable force I push her off me and flat onto the bed. She’s writhing and running her fingers through my hair as I press my mouth to her wet pussy. My tongue drags over her clit, and she half-laughs, half-sobs.

“Oh fuck, Silas, please.” She’s never been like this before, so needy and raw. It’s the closest I’ve ever seen her to vulnerability. Instead of drawing it out and torturing her some more, I suck on her clit, lashing it with my tongue. I grind my achingly hard cock into the bed, and Sam’s cries become high-pitched as she comes again, so wet she’s dripping down my lips.

She’s barely finished crying out, her body still shaking, when I rise over her, flipping her onto her stomach and pushing my cock inside her. Now I need to come. I need relief. I need to fucking relieve the tension from imagining holding Juliet’s shivering frame in my bed.

I grip Sam’s hair, pulling her head back and kissing her neck. She sighs, turning her mouth towards me, kissing me hungrily, our lips and fangs and tongues clashing. I groan into her mouth as I pump my release into her still-quivering cunt.

“Oh fuck,” she sighs against my mouth. “Fuck. Thank you. I needed that. Holy fuck.”

“Happy to help,” I say with a laugh, pulling out of her. I roll onto my back, and Sam surprises me by snuggling up under my arm. I look down at her, and her face is twisted with sadness. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

She sniffles and shakes her head, flicking her hair out of her face with her fingertips. “I’m being fucking stupid,” she says, burying her face into my chest. “You just made me come so hard I’m emotional now, that’s all.”

I laugh and stroke her hair. “It’s alright, today was a shit day.”

“Yes it was.” She looks up at me, and traces a finger along my lower lip. “You’re a great fuck, Silas.”

“So are you.”

Her mouth quirks into a crooked smile. “You know, you’ve never told me what you were. Before.”

I tuck a hand behind my head and stare at the ceiling. “I was… in security. Alarm systems and CCTV, boring shit like that.”

“Oh, right.” Sam runs a hand over my chest. “My father owned a plantation.”

My head jerks to look down at her. “Like, a slave plantation?”

She nods. “Yep. We were rich as fuck. And then the slaves started getting sick, this weird illness started spreading. And one night, one of them broke into my room. She tore out my throat, but she panicked and gave me her blood to turn me.” Sam shrugs. “I helped the slaves murder my whole family. Retribution I guess.”

I huff out a breath. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.” Sam extricates herself from my embrace and sits up on the bed. “I should let you get some rest.” She gives me a small smile, and shakes her head. “Sorry for going all girl on you.”

I sit up, resting on my hands. “Come on, we’re friends, right? You can talk to me. That’s not going all girl on me.”

“Friends huh?” She lets out a little laugh. “Friends with benefits, I guess.”

“Exactly.”

With a nod she gets up off the bed, and pulls on her clothes. “That girl, the one who fainted.”

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