Page 61 of The Biting Bargain

"I see you've slipped into something more comfortable." His voice rumbles against me. I brace myself on the dresser because my knees are suddenly more than just a little wobbly.

"Sorry…" I mumble, and the rest of what I was going to say evaporates on the way out as his hand travels up my back.

"Don't be."

His voice is raspy. And my body is one hot shiver as he buries his hand in my hair and tugs, not overly hard but not gently either, bending my head slightly. I groan as he kisses my exposed neck. Pushes me closer against the dresser. His fangs scrape over the sensitive skin on my neck, turning every lucid thought I might have had into garbled nonsense.

He draws a ragged breath. "Only your fault now, that I can't wait until we get back to my place before I fuck you senseless, little dove."

Oh.

Before I can come up with anything clever, he bends me over the dresser, sending brushes, lipsticks, hair clips, an empty cup, and whatever other junk I have sitting there falling to the floor with a clatter. Braced on my elbows, I stare at my flushed reflection in the mirror in front of me, eyes wide with lust.

"My fault?" I sputter out, getting all lightheaded from his sexy assault as Vincent's large hand cups my left breast and squeezes.

"You look like a treat." He pushes himself against me, trapping me with his large body. Electricity surges through me as I feel his steely hard length press against my lower back. I clench my fists, desperately trying to keep the world in balance as the universe around me unhinges.

Vincent peels my boob out of the bralette, my nipple one hard pebble against the pressure of his hand, and all at once I want nothing more than for him to sink his fangs into me again, and fuck me until I sob his name.

I want him to bite me. To suck me clean, drink me up and drain me. All down to the last drop. Until nothing of Polly is left.

He forces my legs apart, rough fingers pushing between my legs where my desire is soaking my panties, dripping down the inside of my thighs. I whimper as he slides through my folds and unerringly attacks my clit, pulling the panties down from my ass.

"So sweet and so wet," Vincent murmurs against my ear, voice dark and syrupy. "I could sink my cock in to the hilt and there would be no resistance."

"Then why don't you?" I gasp, biting my lip as his blunt finger expertly circles my clit, stoking my desire with every stroke.

"So greedy." I feel his grin on the back of my neck and a hot shiver chases down my spine. "On any other night, you'd come all over my hand first like a good girl. But if you insist..."

There’s the sound of his zipper. The crackle of foil as he unpacks a condom. I gasp, adrenaline spiking in my chest as the fat tip of his cock presses against my quivering entrance. With a slow, agonizing shove he pushes his way inside me and I actually see stars for a moment. It knocks the air from my lungs and I claw at the dresser as he fills me, inch after devastating inch.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice strained, his grip on my neck tightening. He holds me in this position, bent over the dresser, my bare feet balancing on tiptoes, spread open and at his mercy. With his cock buried inside me to the hilt.

"Yes… Oh fuck!" is all I get out before he makes good on his promise and thrusts deep. I'm blown away by the blissful feeling of being filled and stretched. And for a minute there, I forget who I am and why and where and everything else.

"You're so tight," Vincent murmurs, pumping me hard and tormentingly slow. "So sweet. I can't..."

He cups both my breasts with one hand while I stare dumbstruck into the mirror in front of us, watching him tower over me and take me so deep I lose control over the noises I make. The rest of my clutter falls off the dresser while I fall apart beneath him, and then I come, so hard my own scream rings in my ears, waves of pleasure crashing over my semi-conscious mind.

It ebbs off at last, and Vincent pulls out of me. I can't even protest, that's how much my mind is still spinning, but before I know it I'm grabbed by hard hands and flipped over, my bare ass placed on the dresser.

"Need more of you," Vincent mutters, leaning over me, angling my legs over his muscular arms and I reach for his cock, still hard and rigid, and direct it back to my entrance. I fit like a glove as he slides back inside me, with an almost relieved sigh that melts into the kiss Vincent is sealing my mouth with.

He's not done with me yet, his thrusts hard and unrelenting, and I cling to him and take everything, arching up to meet him, fisting his collar.

"I need to feel you," I moan out, half mad with desire, and rip off the top button of his shirt. He helps me unbutton it without stopping for a second to fuck me. The last button isn't off yet as I roam my hands over his ripped chest, watching his steely abs work as he pumps me hard.

He forces his broad hand into the back of my knee, stretching me further to take him even deeper.

"Look at you," he rumbles, his mouth hovering over mine, breathless, hungry. "You and your perfect little pussy are ruining me."

I blink, no idea what he's talking about, and the next moment he presses his thumb to my clit, continuing his sensual onslaught, and then he slams his fangs into my throat and I convulse so hard it hurts. He drinks from me, bliss flooding me in glistening, merciless streams and I can't even scream. The climax is like a punch to my pleasure center, merciless and yet so tender that my mind just flips. I melt into a torrent of gibberish, that it's so good, that he must please not stop fucking me, that I need more, that I love his cock, that I want him deeper, and to please, please don’t stop…

He releases his fangs from my neck, and in the aftershocks of my orgasm Vincent gasps hard, his thrusts growing erratic, and then he comes, groaning out, with a disbelieving look in his eyes.

He slumps over me when it’s over, and we’re a heap on my dresser, catching our breaths.

The world is slow to come back to me. I claw at Vincent's biceps. He licks gently over my neck, where his bite marks tickle like sparklers. The aching bliss slowly fades out.

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