Page 48 of The Vampire Kingpin
“If you don’t, you know what happens. Now let’s get this off.” I removed her thong and touched my lips to the base of her spine.
She gave a little shiver. Something about me kissing that spot always set her off—and I loved that I knew that about her.
I gave a hard swallow. I was free falling off a tall building but fuck if I could save myself.
Even picturing Amina didn’t hit me the same way these nights. Amina was in her final grave and had been for two decades.
Lark, though, was right here. I could touch her velvety skin. Bite her throat. Inhale her earthy female scent. Grip her waist and thrust into her so hard and deep it felt like we were connected in some profound, unexplainable way…
She pressed her bottom against my groin. “Make me come, Spider.”
I wrapped my hand around her chin, forcing her head up. “No talking,” I reminded her.
I actually didn’t care if anyone heard us, but I got off on controlling her in this small way.
Her breath hitched and she nodded rapidly.
Taking myself in hand, I dragged the head through her wet folds. She made a maddening little circle, rubbing her clit over my hardness.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Get yourself off on me.”
She squeezed her inner thighs around me and the pleasure was so intense, I had to bite back a growl. I rocked my hips, pushing between her thighs in slow, short strokes so she could use me how she wanted. But soon, it wasn’t enough for either of us. She was panting and pushing against me, and I was so ready, I was going to come like a fifteen-year-old boy.
Pulling back, I dragged off the rest of my clothes and snagged a rubber from my wallet. I ripped the package open with my teeth, rolled it on with impatient hands, then lined up our bodies again.
She was too low, so I lifted her by the waist and put her on the carpet. “On your hands and knees.”
She obeyed, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders. I knelt behind her and moved the silky mass aside, taking in her strong, sleek back, the indentation of her waist, the curve of her ass.
“So pretty,” I said, low and gruff. I stroked her from her waist to her thighs, then back up her center, trailing my fingers from her pussy to the crack of her ass. I circled the tender pink pucker. “Someday, I’m gonna take you here.”
She gave another of those sexy shivers. The next one, I wanted to feel with my whole body.
I covered her, filling my hands with her tits, and nudged inside of her. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you tighten around me while I’m fucking you.” I waited until her hand was between her legs, then murmured, “Good girl.”
Her pussy fluttered around me and I had to stifle my own groan.
“Look at you.” I thrust slowly in and out of her. “You like that so much. My Lark would do anything to get fucked by me, wouldn’t she?”
An eager nod.
“So sweet,” I said, and gave a single hard stroke.
Her body tensed like a runner at the starting block.
“That’s it,” I muttered, picking up the pace. I would’ve kept going but Lark clenched on me, so ready, she was going to come soon.
And I wanted to see it on her face, to watch her come apart for me.
I stopped and pulled out, slapping her ass when she gave a muffled whine, then guided her to lie down on the thick pink carpet. She gazed up at me, heavy-eyed, knees bent, nipples rosy from me playing with them.
My beautiful, black-haired, smooth-skinned temptation.
I wanted to fall on her and take her like an animal.
I wanted to worship her like the gift from the gods she was.
Worship first, I decided, and slid down her body, searching for her swollen clit in with my mouth. I rubbed the flat of my tongue sideways and around it. Her hands came to my head, holding me where she wanted me. When her thighs tightened and started to quiver, I slid two fingers inside her and tickled that spot on the other side of her clit.
