Page 13 of Blood Lust

“What?” I asked, but she shook her head.

Instead of answering, she began to unbutton my shirt. She sucked in a sharp breath when she got it off and uncovered my tattoos. She slowly traced them with her fingertips in a featherlight touch that sent goosebumps over the surface of my skin.

“This surprises me,” she murmured.

“Why?”

“Dressed like this, you didn’t seem like the type to have all these,” she waved her hand over my chest in a serpentine movement.

“Mmm,” I replied. Then I lifted her to her feet and stood up with her. I reached around and refilled her glass, then lifted it to take a drink. Cradling her face, I slanted my head to capture her lips with mine and poured the sweet liquid into her mouth. She swallowed and I snuck my tongue in to taste her.

She laid her hands flat on my chest, and I leaned in to increase the pressure. Having her touch me was akin to an addiction. I craved her touch, and I’d only just met her.

Not breaking the kiss, I grabbed her ass and lifted her to have her wrap her legs around my hips. I carried her to the bedroom where I laid her out on my bed.

Dark hair in disarray across my pillows, long legs spread so I could see just a hint of her glistening pussy, she was a wet dream come true.

I took the condoms from my pocket and tossed them onto the bed. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I took my time unfastening my belt, then my pants. I let them fall to the floor and reached my hand into my boxers to grip my cock. She broke our stare, and her attention dropped to where I stroked my dick.

“Touch yourself,” I demanded. My heart slammed against my ribs as I waited.

Her eyes widened and I cocked a brow as if to ask,Well?

She wet her lips, then hesitantly slid one hand over her stomach and down between her parted legs. When she dipped one finger down through her wet slit, I pushed the waistband of my underwear down and kicked them off. Brazenly, I slid my hand from root to tip, twisting and pinching the end with each stroke. The precum ended up coating the top of my hand as I watched her dip her middle finger into her pretty little pussy.

“That’s so fucking hot,” I whispered.

Two fingers disappeared into her tight little hole, and I groaned.

“I need you,” she panted as her hand moved faster, the heel circling over her clit.

“I want you to come like that first,” I countered, though I stopped, grabbed one of the condoms, and made quick work of rolling it down my shaft. Fucking hell, I wanted to watch her make herself come apart.

She whimpered, but she didn’t stop. I squeezed my sheathed cock and willed it to behave as she did exactly as I told her. When she used her free hand to squeeze her tit and pinch her nipple, I almost lost the battle.

I lost track of time until her breathing grew choppy and her hand moved faster. She was so wet, I could hear it with each rapid movement. God, I wanted to lap up all of her pussy juices.

My body must’ve decided for my head, because I found myself crawling up the bed to knee her legs wider. The second she cried out and squeezed her clit, I pulled her hand away, replacing it with mine. The powerful contractions of her walls around my fingers made me groan and my cock throb. I set my mouth to her pretty pussy as she groaned. When I sucked on her clit, she arched off the bed and screamed. Her hands slammed into my hair, tugging it mercilessly and she rubbed her throbbing cunt against my face.

When she finally dropped back onto the bed, gasping for breath, I wiped my chin on my shoulder and made my way up until I hovered with my face over hers. “How was that?”

“Holy shit” was all she got out.

I grinned and kissed her, making her taste her cum on my lips. She lifted her hips to press against my hard cock and sucked on my tongue. Tipping my hips, I lined the tip up to her dripping wet opening and broke our kiss.

“You ready, baby?” I asked as I pushed the tip in and out a few times.

Her answer was to lift herself up to pull me in further.

“Ah-ah,” I chided as I pulled out. “I asked if you were ready.”

“Yes.”

“What are you ready for?” I taunted.

“You.”

I dipped in again. “What about me? What do you want me to do to you?”

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