Page 53 of Suck This

But the feel of her hands moving up to my neck felt like my skin was boiling.

And then she started to lift her hips up in invitation. An invitation that I clearly recognized, processed, and executed in a matter of moments.

Shifting my legs, I continued the kiss as I settled myself between her now splayed thighs.

She moaned when my cock came into contact with her overheated core. Lights started to dance in her eyes as something came over her, and suddenly I no longer had a tame woman underneath me.

Now I had a wild woman. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

I growled, loving the feel of her writhing beneath me.

She moved so much, in fact, that my cock found its way to her entrance.

It took everything I had in me not to shove inside of her so hard that she screamed.

There were certain characteristics that vampires had, and ones that, the older we got, the harder it was to contain.

Such as pain.

I liked peoples’ pain. I liked it when someone disobeyed me so I could deliver it unto people that deserved it.

And as she wiggled her delectable little body underneath of me, I wanted so much to hurt her.

But not to cause permanent harm. To cause pain with a lot of pleasure.

I wanted to see that indecision in her eyes.

And the more I thought about it, the more that I wanted to fuck her so hard it hurt.

“Please,” she whimpered.

I dropped my mouth to her breast and slowly pulled the tiny turgid tip into my mouth, sucking it between my fangs, and biting down gently.

The moment my fangs pierced the area around her nipple, she came.

A long, drawn-out, ear-shattering scream was pulled from her throat as her pussy clenched on empty air, and I smiled against her delicate skin in satisfaction.

Her hands found my hair, and she tried to pull me away from the sensitive tip.

Even now, my saliva was mixing with her blood—bringing forth a whole slew of new feelings that were taking her over.

Her throat sounded raw as I pulled away from her.

Her scream of anger and denial was enough to cause me to smirk devilishly at her before I lined my hard cock up with her willing entrance.

“Fuck me so hard it hurts,” she ordered.

I did and quickly realized that I’d fucked up.

I should’ve taken my time. Should’ve given her what she deserved.

Then again, if I were a real gentleman, I would be giving her exactly what she should have, not what she shouldn’t.

I should be pulling away, going to my own room and never looking back.

I should be letting her live her life without my bad influencing her good.

I should be doing a lot of things, anything that didn’t have me in this woman’s bed, but I wasn’t.

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