Page 9 of Blood Moon

Neither of us said a word as my hands instantly found her ass, and I lifted her off her feet until our lips met. The kiss was desperate and animalistic. She tasted like champagne and bad decisions.

Somehow, in the wave of desire that was drowning us, her dress ended up around her hips, and her smooth legs were wrapped around my waist. The silky-soft globes of her ass were clutched in my palms with my fingers digging into her flesh, and I didn’t even remember doing it.

The elevator pinged when it stopped on my floor, and I didn’t even break the kiss. Her hands were in my hair and tugging at my clothes. If I were any other man, I might’ve questioned where this was coming from. We didn’t know each other. This instant and overwhelming lust was unreal. Yet, I could not stop.

Like the blind leading the blind, I stumbled toward my door. We didn’t break as I shoved her against the wall and fumbled for the code on my door. By some miracle, I got it right without looking and shoved the door wide. It slammed closed after we cleared the threshold, but I barely paid attention.

Yeah, I should’ve at least taken her to my bed, but when I set her down on her feet and she dropped to her knees, my brain shut down. At some point, she’d unbuttoned my shirt, and my tie was undone. She unfastened my belt and slacks, then took my already hard length in her hands. My jaw dropped when she licked it from base to tip before swirling her tongue around the tip and sucking on it. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered when she began to swallow it inch by inch.

As my lids closed, my eyes rolled back, and I gripped her golden waves in my fists. If she’d been anyone else, I likely would’ve just rammed my cock down their throat and fucked their mouth until I came. For some reason, with her, I couldn’t. I wanted to fuck her, yes, but I also wanted to worship her like a goddess.

Treat her like a princess.

Yet fuck her like I owned her.

There was this steady vibration thrumming through my veins. Every second that ticked by, these invisible vines grew and wrapped around me, tying me to her.

In record time, she had me on the verge of exploding. Without warning, I jerked out of her hot, wet mouth and barked, “On your feet. Turn around.”

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and did as I said. What I didn’t need to tell her was to bend over the back of the couch and put that ass in the air because she already had. The skirt of her green dress was wadded up over her back, baring her ass to me.

No panties.

“Fuck,” I breathed as I reached between her legs, and my middle finger grew immediately slippery because she was that soaked. Though I wanted nothing more than to shove my cock into her as hard as I could, when I brought my finger to my mouth and got a taste, I needed more.

It was my turn to go to my knees. Grabbing her ass cheeks, I separated them and lifted her up as I pushed my tongue inside her. Her moan was fuel to my fire, and I ate that pussy like a man starving. By the time she screamed and liquid gushed down my chin and over my shirt, I was throbbing almost painfully.

Unlike her, I didn’t wipe my face. I stood up, took her head by the hair, and turned her to kiss me. She shamelessly returned the kiss and swallowed her own juices that remained on my tongue. Only then did I stop and grab my dick to line it up and drive it inside her.

She was so tiny, a small voice told me to be careful, but then she ground out, “Yes! Like that!”

My chin dropped to my chest, and I shrugged my shirt off, allowing it to fall carelessly to the floor. Then I held her hips and slowly withdrew. I watched in fascination as my glistening cock was revealed before I thrust it deep again.

“Yes, Daddy! Harder. Fuck me harder!” she begged, and I lost my goddamn mind.

Without conscious thought, I drove in and out of her hot, tight cunt. “Like that, baby?” I asked her as I did exactly as she asked. When she didn’t answer me but instead just whimpered, I smacked her ass. Hard.

Satisfaction bloomed in my chest as a dark-pink handprint formed on her creamy skin.

“Fuck yes!” she cried out, so I did it again. “Yes, Daddy. Spank me because I’ve been so very bad.”

This fucking girl, I thought to myself. Placing my splayed hand in the middle of her back to keep her pinned to the couch, I spanked her like she needed.

Then, I pulled out, and she cried out in distress. Grabbing her, I spun her like a doll, loving the way her pretty blue eyes stared up at me like I was her god. I grabbed her by the front of the throat and squeezed slightly. “How bad have you been?”

“So bad,” she gasped, and I felt her throat bob against my palm as she swallowed.

Power and desire bloomed inside me. I lifted her, and she understood the assignment. Those slender legs went around me, and she held herself up as I worked my way back inside her. Once I was fully seated, I walked us over to the wall until her back was pressed against it.

“What if Daddy likes it when his good girl is bad?” I whispered as I slowly dragged the tip of my nose along her jaw until I reached her ear. I sucked her lobe, earring and all, into my mouth as I held her by the throat.

She whimpered, and I grinned into her neck.

“Does Daddy’s baby girl like it fast or slow?” I murmured.

“Fast,” she whispered, and my smile went downright evil as I slowly moved in and out of her dripping wet sheath.

“Well, because you were a bad girl, you get it slow,” I explained, though each time I was almost in, I pounded the last inch in as hard as I could. The swells of her breasts jiggled enticingly above the deep V of her gown.

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