His explanation still didn’t make sense because that was exactly what she’d been doing with them. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a blow job.”
“Of course, I have. But I’ve never tasted my bed partners. The exchange of liquid lust is strictly forbidden if the partner isn’t your predestined mate.”
“Is that a Netherworld thing?”
“Damn right.” Ralph yanked her hips down and ground his erection on her pussy. “Fuck.” He shuddered in ecstasy. “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you in Justin’s office.”
Anna gasped. His veined shaft rubbed against her wet sex lips. Her pussy contracted, waiting to be filled. She had a thousand questions about the revelation she’d just heard, but any thought brewing in her mind evaporated the moment Ralph penetrated her. The thick, long cock speared her open and slammed home.
She let out a wordless cry. He had stretched her full.
Ralph growled when their bodies became one. His hands clamped tightly on her ass, fingers digging in her flesh. “Fuck, babe,” he hissed, his eyes blazing. “You feel even better than what I’d imagined.” He kissed the hollow of her throat. “Come on, babe, ride me. Fuck me like you mean it.”
His plea made her even friskier. Blinded by lust, Anna seized his shoulders and fucked him like a demented demoness. Ralph hissed as she sank and pulled as fast as she could, as hard as she could, wanted, needed, riding him towards the ultimate completion. He made urgent murmurs, begging her to fuck faster, rougher. Anna slammed into him, over and over, the ecstasy had enslaved her whole, making her nerves shriek with manic need.
A sudden climax ambushed her in mid-slam, swept her mind blank. She stopped, flying high with the endorphin. Her pussy gripped his shaft tightly. Her body quaked.
“Bad, Anna. You need to finish me.” Ralph yanked her down, burying his whole erection inside her.
But apparently it wasn’t enough for him. A second later, she found herself lying flat on her back. His cock slipped out from her as Ralph struggled with his halfway shed jeans. He stormed curses while he kicked them off.
Anna scrambled to sit but Ralph pushed her back down. Her legs were wrenched open and he was inside her again. Her breath was knocked out of her lungs.
“My turn.” Ralph thrust. “My fucking turn and my turn to fuck.” He crushed his mouth on hers, his tongue plunging into the cavern of her mouth, plundering her the way his cock plundered her pussy.
He pistoned in and out fast, ramming in short, urgent strokes until Anna felt lightheaded. She’d barely recovered from her earlier orgasm and another one would be coming fast if he kept fucking her this way.
Anna tore her mouth from him, filling her lungs with much needed air. Ralph quickened his pace, pounding her mercilessly. The storm of pleasure gathered rapidly. He hammered her into the sand. She writhed, panting, trying to hang on from the overtaxing pleasure.
Ralph slammed and yanked as if he was blinded with his lust. His jaw clenched. Muscles corded. His grip on her tightened. He came hard.
Anna climaxed seconds after him. She heaved and surrendered to the rapture.
It took her a long time before she swam back to reality. She couldn’t move. Her strength had left her. Her body tingled from the aftermath. White shimmering sensation cocooned her. It was heaven.
Ralph jerked and emptied his seed inside her. Her pussy milked him of the last drop. When he had nothing left to spill, he rolled off her and swooped her into his arms. He kissed her deeply until she felt all of her bones had melted into gel.
The waves started licking their naked bodies. Anna had heard about dirty sex, but this one felt really dirty. Naked under the sun, coated in wet sand. But the experience felt incredibly erotic. Anna loved it.
They touched and kissed until she noticed that Ralph had hardened again. “I don’t think—”
“Don’t worry,” Ralph cut her off. “I know you’re tired. What do you think of a nice, hot bath?”
“You’re going to bathe me?”
“Of course. But don’t blame me if I help myself to second helpings.”
Anna laughed. Sex fiend. But she didn’t mind at all.
* * * *
Raphael noticed the empty bed beside him when he stirred from his sleep, and knew that Anna had sneaked out of bed. He didn’t open his eyes, only listened to find out if she was around. He heard faint sighs and fingers typing on a keyboard. Anna hadn’t left the bedroom. She was using a computer.
He peeked. The room was dark with all the curtains drawn. Not even the moonlight had a chance to penetrate the windows. Ralph liked absolute darkness when he slept.
A soft, blue glow from the monitor illuminated the farthest corner of the room. Anna was hunched on the floor with a netbook on her lap. Her fingers hammered the keys furiously. The screen flashed rows of codes. So she wasn’t checking her emails or something. Anna was up to no good.
Hacking? Most likely.