Focusing all of my attention on holding my release back.
“Come for me!” he commands, his own release dangerously close.
Ignoring the tugging feeling again, I grit out, “No. I’m not ready yet.”
And it’s the wrong thing to say.
With my eyes closed, I don’t see what happens next, but I certainly feel it.
Suddenly his fangs are sinking into my neck.
And it’s even more amazing than that sensitive spot being stroked by his cock.
It feels like a hundred of those spots being touched at once.
My orgasm hits me so hard and fast, I swear my mind and body are transported to another dimension.
A dimension where there is only pleasure.
I cease to exist as a being.
I am simply sensation.
Incredible, indescribable sensation.
And when it finally ends, all I want is to go back.
Until I become aware of my body again.
My walls are squeezing around his slowing cock and he’s filling me with a wonderful heat.
But he’s also literally sucking the life out of me.
Latched onto my neck, his mouth pulls and pulls.
Matching the rhythm of my pussy fluttering around him.
I knew deep down that this would happen eventually, but I thought we would have a discussion about it first.
Survival instincts kicking in, I try everything to get him off me.
I shove at him. I try to move my neck.
I even try to knee him in the balls.
But he’s stronger and can anticipate everything through the bond.
“Stop,” I demand breathlessly.
But he ignores me, sucking even harder.
“Stop!” I scream inside my head, trying to get through to him.
Either he’s too far gone or he doesn’t hear me because he keeps going, ignoring my distress.
I don’t want to die yet. I don’t!
I want to live.