Oliver's Hunger
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“Well, then maybe you should command me.”
Oliver gripped the headboard behind her and leaned forward, bringing the tip of his erection to her mouth. “Suck me!”
“Thought you’d never ask.” On her last word she licked over the mushroomed head, tasting the salty drop of moisture that had collected there. Then she slid her lips around the tip and opened wider.
Oliver eased forward, pushing his cock into her mouth, moaning out his pleasure all the while. He was only halfway inside her, when he pulled back and repeated the movement. His skin was velvety soft, but beneath it, he was hard as steel. When she looked up at his face, she saw how he watched her with fascination. His eyes were filled with lust, his lips parted. She could see the tips of his fangs. They had lengthened. At the thought of what he could do to her, a flame shot through her core. But instead of sending her into a panic, she felt her womb pulsate with need.
Instinctively, she sucked harder, pulling more of his shaft into her mouth. Oliver’s head fell back, and he groaned loudly. “Oh, God, Ursula!” His hand slid underneath her nape, holding her there as his rhythm increased. But he didn’t push any deeper into her, aware that his cock was too big for her mouth, and that she would choke if he did.
Then suddenly, with a suppressed curse, he pulled out of her and moved backwards.
“Fuck, baby, you’re too good.”
She smiled and licked her lips. They felt tender now. As if he knew what she needed, he bent down to her and kissed her softly to soothe them.
Moving his mouth to her ear, he whispered to her, “You have a very wicked streak, trying to get me to lose control like that. And wicked women have to be punished.”
Her breath caught and instinctively, she pulled at her bonds. But his hand came up, stopping her from slipping from the bindings. A shiver ran down her body, and her heart began beating frantically.
“Easy.”
His lips connected with the heated skin on her neck as he planted soft kisses on it. Slowly, she relaxed and released the tension in her shoulders and arms.
“Better,” he murmured and moved down her body.
His lips found her nipple and captured it. He sucked it into his mouth, giving it a strong pull. Ursula cried out at the unexpected sensation, her pelvis tilting toward him in the same instant.
“Like that?”
“More,” she demanded instead of an answer.
When he repeated his action, pleasure speared through her, sending a shockwave into her clit. Her body arched toward him.
Oliver licked his tongue over her hardened nipple. “How about this then?” She felt something hard against her breast: teeth touching her skin, brushing over her nipple.
She reared up, but the scarves around her wrists tightened with her action.
Oliver pressed her back into the mattress and licked over her tender nipple once more. Then he shifted and his leg pushed her thighs farther apart. His hand slid down her body. When he reached her panties, he slipped his fingers under the fabric and ran them through her coarse hair. But he didn’t linger there. Instead, he moved deeper and touched her female folds, which were drenched with her juices.
“Oh, baby,” he praised, “you’re all wet for me.”
He dropped his head to her other breast and kissed it, while he thrust one finger into her tight sheath. She let out a moan. “Oliver!”
It seemed to spur him on, because he licked her breast with even more fervor. He nibbled, sucked and kissed her flesh until it felt tender and raw. All the while, his finger drove in and out of her sex.
“See, you can’t escape me,” he murmured. “You’re at my mercy.”
Then he suddenly pulled his finger from her clenching sex and ripped her panties from her body. Cool air blew against her heated flesh. Before she could even take another breath, the blunt head of his cock probed at the entrance to her body and plunged forward.
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He hadn’t bothered taking off his boxer briefs completely. They still rested just below his butt. That’s how hot Ursula had gotten him. So turned on that he couldn’t prevent his fangs from descending. She’d sucked him like a champion in oral gymnastics, and the outfit that exposed her boobs made her look sexier than anything he’d ever seen. Maybe he should have opted for her being naked, but no, he’d thought he could handle a little dress-up with her. Apparently he couldn’t.
If he hadn’t sunk his cock into her when he had, he would have bitten her. His plan of making her come first had gone right out the window. Now all he could do to stop himself from sinking his fangs into her, was to drive his cock into her over and over again.
Oliver gripped the headboard behind her and leaned forward, bringing the tip of his erection to her mouth. “Suck me!”
“Thought you’d never ask.” On her last word she licked over the mushroomed head, tasting the salty drop of moisture that had collected there. Then she slid her lips around the tip and opened wider.
Oliver eased forward, pushing his cock into her mouth, moaning out his pleasure all the while. He was only halfway inside her, when he pulled back and repeated the movement. His skin was velvety soft, but beneath it, he was hard as steel. When she looked up at his face, she saw how he watched her with fascination. His eyes were filled with lust, his lips parted. She could see the tips of his fangs. They had lengthened. At the thought of what he could do to her, a flame shot through her core. But instead of sending her into a panic, she felt her womb pulsate with need.
Instinctively, she sucked harder, pulling more of his shaft into her mouth. Oliver’s head fell back, and he groaned loudly. “Oh, God, Ursula!” His hand slid underneath her nape, holding her there as his rhythm increased. But he didn’t push any deeper into her, aware that his cock was too big for her mouth, and that she would choke if he did.
Then suddenly, with a suppressed curse, he pulled out of her and moved backwards.
“Fuck, baby, you’re too good.”
She smiled and licked her lips. They felt tender now. As if he knew what she needed, he bent down to her and kissed her softly to soothe them.
Moving his mouth to her ear, he whispered to her, “You have a very wicked streak, trying to get me to lose control like that. And wicked women have to be punished.”
Her breath caught and instinctively, she pulled at her bonds. But his hand came up, stopping her from slipping from the bindings. A shiver ran down her body, and her heart began beating frantically.
“Easy.”
His lips connected with the heated skin on her neck as he planted soft kisses on it. Slowly, she relaxed and released the tension in her shoulders and arms.
“Better,” he murmured and moved down her body.
His lips found her nipple and captured it. He sucked it into his mouth, giving it a strong pull. Ursula cried out at the unexpected sensation, her pelvis tilting toward him in the same instant.
“Like that?”
“More,” she demanded instead of an answer.
When he repeated his action, pleasure speared through her, sending a shockwave into her clit. Her body arched toward him.
Oliver licked his tongue over her hardened nipple. “How about this then?” She felt something hard against her breast: teeth touching her skin, brushing over her nipple.
She reared up, but the scarves around her wrists tightened with her action.
Oliver pressed her back into the mattress and licked over her tender nipple once more. Then he shifted and his leg pushed her thighs farther apart. His hand slid down her body. When he reached her panties, he slipped his fingers under the fabric and ran them through her coarse hair. But he didn’t linger there. Instead, he moved deeper and touched her female folds, which were drenched with her juices.
“Oh, baby,” he praised, “you’re all wet for me.”
He dropped his head to her other breast and kissed it, while he thrust one finger into her tight sheath. She let out a moan. “Oliver!”
It seemed to spur him on, because he licked her breast with even more fervor. He nibbled, sucked and kissed her flesh until it felt tender and raw. All the while, his finger drove in and out of her sex.
“See, you can’t escape me,” he murmured. “You’re at my mercy.”
Then he suddenly pulled his finger from her clenching sex and ripped her panties from her body. Cool air blew against her heated flesh. Before she could even take another breath, the blunt head of his cock probed at the entrance to her body and plunged forward.
31
He hadn’t bothered taking off his boxer briefs completely. They still rested just below his butt. That’s how hot Ursula had gotten him. So turned on that he couldn’t prevent his fangs from descending. She’d sucked him like a champion in oral gymnastics, and the outfit that exposed her boobs made her look sexier than anything he’d ever seen. Maybe he should have opted for her being naked, but no, he’d thought he could handle a little dress-up with her. Apparently he couldn’t.
If he hadn’t sunk his cock into her when he had, he would have bitten her. His plan of making her come first had gone right out the window. Now all he could do to stop himself from sinking his fangs into her, was to drive his cock into her over and over again.
