Dusti threw her head back and moaned. She wiggled against his talented fingers, knowing it wouldn’t take long for her to come. Drantos’s touch made her hotter than hell. Everything he did seemed amplified a hundred times from what lesser men had made her feel when they put their hands or mouths on her.
“You’re getting so damn wet,” he rasped in that harsh tone. “You smell so incredibly good that I want you over my face again but now isn’t the time.”
She disagreed but only managed to moan instead of getting the words out. Her hips rocked against his fingers. He pinched her nipple, jolting her passion to a higher level, and made her ache painfully to come.
He released her nipple with one hand and pulled the other away from her pussy. “Lift up and take me.”
She didn’t know what he meant until he took over. He gripped her hips, lifted them with his strong hands, and she had no choice but to sit up. She blindly found his shoulders, clutched the tops of them to keep her balance, while he slowly eased her down on top of his cock. The broad head of it pressed against her pussy, slid a little in the slickness of her need, and then he eased her weight down.
Dusti’s nails bit into his skin as she moaned. Her face fell forward until her forehead rested on the curve of his shoulder. He tortured her with the unhurried way he eased inside her. The thickness of his cock stretched her vaginal walls until he was all she could feel.
A soft snarl tore from Drantos. His grip on her made her entire body shake slightly when he seemed to tremble too. He froze there to keep her suspended over him.
“Wrap your arms around me,” he ordered.
His deep, passion-rough voice made her hotter. He didn’t even sound human but she sure hoped he wouldn’t change into a beast under her. She ran her hands over hot skin, not feeling any hair. She relaxed from the tension the thought of him shifting had caused.
She wound her arms around his shoulders and hugged him. He lowered her more, until her ass rested on his bared thighs. He was all the way inside her. She moaned, adjusted her knees to brace on the moss next to his hips, and lifted her weight up. She sank down, moaning again at the wonderful sensation of him inside her. She started to slowly ride him.
Ecstasy had her crying out against his skin with her parted mouth. Every nerve ending seemed focused on the slide of his cock while she moved. Drantos growled softly, his hands cupping and squeezing her ass. It helped her glide up and down on him until he tightened his hold, halting her.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “I’m so close.”
“You need blood. Trust me. I don’t want to stop either but you need to take from me. I’m going to reach up to scratch my skin.” He took a ragged breath. “Then I’m going to fuck you until you come, sweetheart. Trust me on that. Just take my blood while I do it.”
“I don’t know if—”
He lowered her fast on his cock, making her cry out in rapture. He held her still with his strength.
“You’ll do it for me—for us. I’m not going to allow you to stop me from caring for you. You’re mine.”
His words didn’t make sense but the flames of burning desire inside her body could only make her concentrate on her lust. He released her ass with one hand, reaching up. His entire body stiffened for a second, and then he gasped.
“Drink, Dusti. Do it for me.”
The irony scent of his blood filled her nose. She felt wetness against the side of her lip, a little to her left on his neck. His hand returned to grip her ass and he lifted her, nearly withdrew totally from her body, and pulled her down again. She cried out in pleasure.
He froze. “Drink.”
She turned her head, opened her mouth, and tasted the coppery wetness found there. She hesitated but Drantos started to move, his hips bucking under her thighs, driving in and out of her pussy in deep strokes that stole her breath from the raw intensity of sexual hunger. She licked at him, not caring anymore that she was drinking blood, as long as he didn’t stop. The climax built, her vaginal walls gripping him tighter and upping her pleasure. She sucked on his neck as frantically as she wanted to come.
Drantos snarled. “That’s it, sweetheart. Damn, you’re perfect.”
His hands lifted her hips and slammed her on his pumping hips faster. She cried out, released his skin, and started to climax hard. Her entire body jerked from the blinding pleasure. She seized, shook violently, and clung to him for dear life.
Drantos suddenly turned his head, nudged her, and she felt a sharp bite of pain where shoulder met neck. She cried out as another climax tore through her, the second time as violent as the first. Drantos shook with her, his hips bucking under her, and she felt it when he came. Hot jets of his semen warmed her insides.
They stilled, both panting, until Drantos released her neck. His tongue lapped at where he’d bitten her. The pain eased until she only felt the rasp of his tongue on her skin. She lay against him limply, her body too tired to even attempt to move.
He softly growled. “You’re mine, Dusti.”
“I felt you.”
“I bit your neck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to but I couldn’t resist. I just needed to taste you again.”
“I meant when you got off too. I’ve never felt a guy come inside me before.”
He nuzzled her neck again. “There are going to be a lot of new things we’ll experience together.”
He tipped his head back and Dusti startled when he licked her along her jawline. She pulled back.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning my blood off you.”
She grimaced, realizing she’d actually taken his blood. “Seriously?”
“Do you want to scare your sister when she sees you in the morning? There’s no doubt she heard us.” He chuckled, his voice not as deep as when they’d had sex. “You’ve got blood all over your face. Turn toward me. You know you like my tongue.”
She hesitated. “I guess some handy wet wipes would be great to have right now.”
“Yeah, but they aren’t here. I am. Allow me to clean you.”
She squeezed her eyes closed and held still while he slowly licked the blood away. It felt weird but not unpleasant, especially when he sealed his lips over hers to brush a tender kiss there. She parted her mouth to deepen it but he pulled back.
“If I kiss you, I’m going to fuck you again. You’re exhausted.”
“You’re getting so damn wet,” he rasped in that harsh tone. “You smell so incredibly good that I want you over my face again but now isn’t the time.”
She disagreed but only managed to moan instead of getting the words out. Her hips rocked against his fingers. He pinched her nipple, jolting her passion to a higher level, and made her ache painfully to come.
He released her nipple with one hand and pulled the other away from her pussy. “Lift up and take me.”
She didn’t know what he meant until he took over. He gripped her hips, lifted them with his strong hands, and she had no choice but to sit up. She blindly found his shoulders, clutched the tops of them to keep her balance, while he slowly eased her down on top of his cock. The broad head of it pressed against her pussy, slid a little in the slickness of her need, and then he eased her weight down.
Dusti’s nails bit into his skin as she moaned. Her face fell forward until her forehead rested on the curve of his shoulder. He tortured her with the unhurried way he eased inside her. The thickness of his cock stretched her vaginal walls until he was all she could feel.
A soft snarl tore from Drantos. His grip on her made her entire body shake slightly when he seemed to tremble too. He froze there to keep her suspended over him.
“Wrap your arms around me,” he ordered.
His deep, passion-rough voice made her hotter. He didn’t even sound human but she sure hoped he wouldn’t change into a beast under her. She ran her hands over hot skin, not feeling any hair. She relaxed from the tension the thought of him shifting had caused.
She wound her arms around his shoulders and hugged him. He lowered her more, until her ass rested on his bared thighs. He was all the way inside her. She moaned, adjusted her knees to brace on the moss next to his hips, and lifted her weight up. She sank down, moaning again at the wonderful sensation of him inside her. She started to slowly ride him.
Ecstasy had her crying out against his skin with her parted mouth. Every nerve ending seemed focused on the slide of his cock while she moved. Drantos growled softly, his hands cupping and squeezing her ass. It helped her glide up and down on him until he tightened his hold, halting her.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “I’m so close.”
“You need blood. Trust me. I don’t want to stop either but you need to take from me. I’m going to reach up to scratch my skin.” He took a ragged breath. “Then I’m going to fuck you until you come, sweetheart. Trust me on that. Just take my blood while I do it.”
“I don’t know if—”
He lowered her fast on his cock, making her cry out in rapture. He held her still with his strength.
“You’ll do it for me—for us. I’m not going to allow you to stop me from caring for you. You’re mine.”
His words didn’t make sense but the flames of burning desire inside her body could only make her concentrate on her lust. He released her ass with one hand, reaching up. His entire body stiffened for a second, and then he gasped.
“Drink, Dusti. Do it for me.”
The irony scent of his blood filled her nose. She felt wetness against the side of her lip, a little to her left on his neck. His hand returned to grip her ass and he lifted her, nearly withdrew totally from her body, and pulled her down again. She cried out in pleasure.
He froze. “Drink.”
She turned her head, opened her mouth, and tasted the coppery wetness found there. She hesitated but Drantos started to move, his hips bucking under her thighs, driving in and out of her pussy in deep strokes that stole her breath from the raw intensity of sexual hunger. She licked at him, not caring anymore that she was drinking blood, as long as he didn’t stop. The climax built, her vaginal walls gripping him tighter and upping her pleasure. She sucked on his neck as frantically as she wanted to come.
Drantos snarled. “That’s it, sweetheart. Damn, you’re perfect.”
His hands lifted her hips and slammed her on his pumping hips faster. She cried out, released his skin, and started to climax hard. Her entire body jerked from the blinding pleasure. She seized, shook violently, and clung to him for dear life.
Drantos suddenly turned his head, nudged her, and she felt a sharp bite of pain where shoulder met neck. She cried out as another climax tore through her, the second time as violent as the first. Drantos shook with her, his hips bucking under her, and she felt it when he came. Hot jets of his semen warmed her insides.
They stilled, both panting, until Drantos released her neck. His tongue lapped at where he’d bitten her. The pain eased until she only felt the rasp of his tongue on her skin. She lay against him limply, her body too tired to even attempt to move.
He softly growled. “You’re mine, Dusti.”
“I felt you.”
“I bit your neck. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to but I couldn’t resist. I just needed to taste you again.”
“I meant when you got off too. I’ve never felt a guy come inside me before.”
He nuzzled her neck again. “There are going to be a lot of new things we’ll experience together.”
He tipped his head back and Dusti startled when he licked her along her jawline. She pulled back.
“What are you doing?”
“Cleaning my blood off you.”
She grimaced, realizing she’d actually taken his blood. “Seriously?”
“Do you want to scare your sister when she sees you in the morning? There’s no doubt she heard us.” He chuckled, his voice not as deep as when they’d had sex. “You’ve got blood all over your face. Turn toward me. You know you like my tongue.”
She hesitated. “I guess some handy wet wipes would be great to have right now.”
“Yeah, but they aren’t here. I am. Allow me to clean you.”
She squeezed her eyes closed and held still while he slowly licked the blood away. It felt weird but not unpleasant, especially when he sealed his lips over hers to brush a tender kiss there. She parted her mouth to deepen it but he pulled back.
“If I kiss you, I’m going to fuck you again. You’re exhausted.”
