Page 35 of Death God

The Marlowe in this dreamland gave my outfit a disapproving look. He wasn’t criticizing my taste but was not impressed that I wasn’t naked already. Before I could explain and get the soundtrack back online, he pulled me to him, not so gently, his lips crashing into mine.

The delicious touch made my skin tingle with pleasure and delight.

His scent comforted me instantly. His warmth wrapped me in his protective, strong arms. Fire lit my middle.

Too soon, I parted my lips for him instead of making him work hard for it. He didn’t miss a beat and thrust his tongue between my teeth, claiming his territory. His tongue didn’t meet mine at first as it explored in a wild fashion, its tip sweeping over my hard palate. Pleasure made my face tingle. The vampire knew what I liked.

Then his wicked tongue rubbed my teeth, wanting to test my patience. But he should know it was always a bad idea to test my patience, so I aggressively thrust my tongue into his mouth, twining it around his to claim my territory as well.

I was the kind of chick who knew what she wanted most of the time and wasn’t too shy to go take it. I had no social inhibitions, which made a lot of people unhappy.

The vampire’s tongue danced with mine. So far, I was happy to let him lead. He wanted to dominate me in the bedroom? Well, be my guest. As long as I got what I wanted afterwards, I could play at being submissive to satisfy his dominant nature.

I’d learned a long time ago that you didn’t need to go toe-to-toe with an alpha male. It worked better to trick him and lure him into giving you what you desired.

His kiss deepened, growing possessive and brutal. A moan escaped from the back of my throat. He kissed me like he’d die if he couldn’t have more of me. He was so dominant and possessive that his breath was replacing my air. His kiss was scorching hot and addictive, so I didn’t protest but took what he gave me.

He let out a satisfied groan at my utter trust toward him. The Vampire God liked to be a provider in every way, and I loved to receive everything for free. Every couple was different, and this dynamic worked for us. I only declared my independence when I wanted things to go my way.

His kiss turned urgent, and a sense of urgency also washed over me. I could kiss him back like this forever, but we were still in enemy territory—at least, my physical body was stuck in War’s dark castle. We could be interrupted by those who were up to no good at any time.

While his kissing was utterly amazing, my mind kept wandering to the feel of his hard, massive cock pressing against my belly. I unwrapped an arm from around his neck and let my greedy fingers trace along his hard, smooth back until they reached his butt cheek. It was so firm and enticing that I couldn’t help but grab a handful and pinch it. He groaned. Of course he liked it. It was pleasurable.

Even though no sound manifested, I could still hear his groan of approval. We’d figure out this sound issue later, as right now, his cock held my sole interest.

My hand managed to slip between us and seize his needy cock.

A low rumble vibrated in the vampire’s chest, and I smirked.

My hand started to pump his massive cock, though my fingers could only wrap around half its width. It was better than nothing. The man should blame himself for having such a big cock.

Then before I knew it, my clothes were all torn from me, littering the floor of the tree house. Marlowe’s large hand cupped my breast. It felt light, since he was holding the weight.

Fire leapt between my thighs, licking the tender, slick flesh in between. My needy cunt needed his cock. Now.

“Fuck me, Marlowe. Need your big cock to be inside me!” I called. “Need your cock pounding my cunt.”

My words didn’t make a sound.

But words might be unnecessary, since Marlowe had already lifted me with my legs wrapped around his lower back, the tip of his thick cock nudging at my slick entrance.

He was very much in a hurry. Desperate need filled every motion, as if he feared that I’d disappear at any time, and his fear wasn’t unfounded.

He brought me against the wooden wall, the cold wood biting into my back. It didn’t bother me as I held my breath, waiting for the vampire’s glorious entry and the pleasure it would bring me.

Marlowe didn’t disappoint. But instead of slamming himself home with his first brutal thrust, he glided in inch by inch, not too fast and not too slow, savoring each inch of contact as my pussy greedily gloved his girth. Then halfway through, he thrust in brutally.

I arched my back, a gasp of pleasure escaping my lips, yet silence still rippled around us.

While I dipped my head and stared at my bare cunt swallowing his hard shaft, Marlowe started to move hard and fast. He drove his hips forward, pumping his cock into me relentlessly, filling me and stretching my walls.

It was delicious. It was blissful. Pleasure danced on my nerve endings.

He thrust in, pulled out a few inches, and thrust back in, slamming into my molten core.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was muted, yet no less erotic. The wood seemed to creak, the tree house rocked at the vampire’s wild onslaught, yet neither of us cared what was going to happen to the tree house.

We did not care about the entire world while we fucked, panting like two beasts. This was a pure fuck, especially when the sounds were muted. The flames within me burned hotter.

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