“Don’t you dare.”
Another time, I’d find out what would happen if I disobeyed, but right at that moment, I didn’t want to do anything which would stop me from savoring the delicious length of his cock, a treat he fed slowly into my aching sex.
I clenched the walls of my channel tightly around him, gratified to hear him grunt. It seemed to take forever before he’d seated himself fully in me, and once sheathed he paused.
“Are you okay?”
I opened my eyes in disbelief, wondering if he was joking. But when I looked at him he was quite serious and I wondered if his cock size had caused him problems in the past.
He certainly was well endowed, and it would explain his zealousness in prepping me.
However, I really enjoyed the way he stretched me.
“The only way I won’t be okay is if you don’t stop pussy footing and start fucking me.”
Order or not, my hands came off the headboard and grabbed his ass just as I tilted my hips up. This had the effect of pushing him in a little deeper, fantastically so. And just to make sure he truly understood how much I liked the feel of him inside me, I squeezed him tight with my sex and wrapped my legs around his waist locking him in.
I almost made his eyes roll back in head and he got the point. His pelvis began to move, sliding his shaft in and out, his tempo increasing in pace with my cries. Yet, I still felt he was holding back.
“Harder,” I panted.
He obliged, pistoning into me forcefully, his rapid-fire strokes building my pleasure.
I tightened my hold on him, my breath whooshing in and out as I met him thrust for thrust. He grunted and sweat beaded on his brow.
“Harder.” He didn’t reply, but his jabs got more forceful. I no longer had the breath to speak or even moan, but our lovemaking was anything but quiet. I would almost dare say it was musical, a primal rhythm comprised of heavy breathing and the satisfying slap of flesh on flesh. Moving in time to the beat we created, my rapture built, one pleasure block at a time, until like an unsteady tower, one little push sent it over. I found my voice again and screamed as I orgasmed once more, wave after wave of bliss quivering through me and leaving me shaking. Above me, Drake went still and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, his eyes completely black and glowing. “Mine,” he growled then he spurted inside me hotly.
Thank Satan’s scientists for inventing the birth control pill. Between that and the fact demons, even half ones didn’t get disease, it made sex so much better without an icky layer of latex to ruin the moment.
Drake collapsed on me heavily and I wondered when they autopsied me if they’d at least be able to tell I died happy. But a moment later, clutching me, he rolled until he lay on his back with me on top of him.
I looked down at him and grinned. “Thanks.”
“Glad to oblige,” he replied dryly.
The fire in my cleft temporarily extinguished, I found myself tongue tied, an unusual state for me. Drake thankfully filled in the silence.
“What’s your favorite color?”
I frowned at him. “We have amazing sex and you ask me something stupid like that?”
“I know you enjoyed yourself. You know I enjoyed myself. Now I want to know more about the woman I’m going to fuck all night long.”
Funny how with those mere words, I could feel my pussy clench with an aftershock of pleasure. “Orange.”
He snorted. “Seriously? I took you more for a pink.”
What could I say, I was full of surprises. “Let me guess, yours is black.” He smiled. “Actually, it’s pink.” He punctuated his surprising remark by sliding the hand he had resting on my ass between my legs to rub against my sex. “This exact shade,” he said tweaking my plump lips.
Ooh, my channel was definitely liking this conversation more and more.
His lips caught mine in a searing kiss and he nibbled for a while before asking his next question. “What’s your favorite movie?”
“The one we just made, baby,” I replied, snickering when he pulled back with a wide eyed look.
“You taped us?”
“No,” I sighed regretfully. “But, that doesn’t mean it’s not playing in my head.” He grinned widely and I noticed the faint indent of a dimple in his cheek. He was so goddamned cute. And horny.
Lying on top of him, I couldn’t miss the poking of his shaft as it rose and bumped against my backside. I loved that he had the stamina to match my libido for I was raring to go again. He’d teased me too many times for me to be satisfied with one quick bout.
But first a little torture. I wiggled my ass against his jutting prick, but when he went to grab my hips, I shook my head. “I don’t think so. Hands over your head.” With a smoky look that promised retribution—I couldn’t wait—he laced his hands under his head. I then set out to explore the massive expanse of skin and muscle at my disposal.
My hands traced the powerful lines of his shoulders and arms. Even without his shifter blood, his physique would have ensured his strength. I couldn’t wait to engage him in a wrestling match later. But for now I was on an exploration mission. I ran my hands lightly onto his chest, stroking over his flat nipples. A shiver went through him, and I arched a brow. Someone had a sensitive spot. Perfect, I’d found the first area of his body to exploit.
I leaned forward and blew on his nipple, already tight; nevertheless, it puckered further, and again I felt a tremor. Gently, I took his nub between my teeth and applied pressure. He bucked and a hand came loose to grasp my hair.
I looked up and met his darkening eyes, my lips curving mischievously. “Bad boy.
Put that hand back.”
His face taut and his eyes now glowing, he obeyed, but I could tell it killed him to listen—but hot damn, it made me horny. His cock jerked around behind me, especially when I leaned down and bit him again. But this time, though he shook and groaned, he let me have my way and I tortured him. Unlike him though, I couldn’t keep it up for long because my own desire roared through my body, demanding satisfaction.
I pushed up from his chest and straddled him. “Tell me what you want,” I said huskily.
“Ride me, baby.”
My sex moistened and I lifted myself until the tip of his cock nudged my cleft.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Sit that pretty pussy of yours onto my cock and fuck me, baby. I want to watch you cum on my cock.”
With a moan, I sat down hard, impaling myself. I’d forgotten how endowed he was and I cried out as he filled me in a rush, the swollen head of his cock banging inside me so deep, I swooned for a second. I rocked back and forth on him lightly for a moment, adjusting myself to his girth, and then I got down to business. I braced my hands on his chest and rode him.
Some girls, when they ride a man astride, like to lift themselves up and down.
Personally, I think that’s a lot of work, and does more for the guy. Me, I preferred to slide back and forth across his groin, his cock never actually leaving my channel, but pushing deep. Even better was the friction this placed on my clit. My nails dug into his chest as I moved back and forth, the direct and intense stimulation bringing me quickly to the brink, and completely distracting.
I mewled.
“Want some help?” he growled.
I opened my eyes and had trouble focusing on him. Instead of answering I just nodded. In a millisecond, he’d grabbed my hips and took over for me, sliding me to and fro, sending my already throbbing clit into overdrive. My sex clenched at his cock tightly in a pre-orgasmic tightening.
“Fuck,” he said with a groan and then his cock pulsed inside me as he came. Like a signal, my channel contracted and I collapsed on his chest as once again, ecstasy rippled through my body in a never ending wave which left me limp.