“On your knees, sweetheart. You don’t think I’m going to put you to bed without a smile on your face, do you? I already told you, I’m going to spoil your cunt rotten.”
It was surreal, being on her hands and knees on the bed, facing the wall, away from the room. She could hear Rourke, could feel the cooler air when he pulled her dress up her back and over her head, breathed out a ragged breath when he cupped her breasts, his breath a hot exhalation on her skin as he rolled her stiffened nipples and slowly caressed his way down her body, but he stayed behind her. She instantly thought of the minotaur porn she’d watched on several occasions by then, the human in the video keeping her eyes closed as her mouth hung open and her head lolled as she was fucked from behind by the huge bull with his coloring.
Rourke’s hand came up to meet her center, rubbing wide circles against her lips, finding her sopping. “Violet,” he groaned, “you’re going to be the death of me.”
Just as she had at the restaurant, she fell apart under his ministrations embarrassingly fast. He’d brought a knee up to the bed as he fucked her with two fingers, that same solid thump, and when he added a third, her breath stuttered. He was right, she realized. She would need to work up to the girth of his cock. His ears were just as velvety soft as she’d imagined when she raised her arms to encircle his neck, the bullish snorts of hot air against he skin seeming to set her ablaze as his hand worked against her.
“So beautiful . . .”
She cried out when he pushed her back to her hands and knees, the thump of his own body going to the floor shaking her shelves, and the first licks of his tongue made her spine quiver. His tongue was hot and wide, rougher than a human’s, pushing into her and fucking her from behind, adelicioussensation she thought would be hard to top, but when it lapped at her clit, her mind went black, leaving nothing behind but golden sparks shooting behind her eyelids.
“I want you to come on my tongue,” he ordered in his CEO voice, and just as she’d suspected from the very beginning, she was helpless to obey. “You’re always going to come first, sweetheart, always against my mouth, understand?”
She keened as he suckled her clit, feeling the vibrations of her orgasm start in her legs, shaking their way up her thighs until she was spasming, his grip on her hips the only thing keeping her from collapsing into a boneless puddle. She came against his tongue in a wave of convulsions, nearly sobbing when its roughness moved to her opening, pushing inside and drinking her nectar. He continued to lap at her as the throbbing within her slowed, licking her pussy like a man who hadn’t eaten in a month, and when his tongue continued its journey against the curve of her skin, never slowing in its vigor as he laved her previously untouched pucker in a mix of his own saliva and her slick, she nearly arched off the bed.Geillis is going to get every rose in town.
When he let her drop to the mattress, Violet considered that she might not actually survive the weekend. She’d never had her pussy rubbed as pleasurably, had never been fingered so efficiently before. She’d never,everhad her clit licked in a way that nearly made her orgasm immediately, and her ass might never be the same after the tonguing he’d given it. Once he’d prepped her and stretched her; once she’d taken his cock, at last, she’d never be able to come home. She’d never be able to go back to humans, another thing her vampire friend was right about, and she’d never be able to mend her heart if he let it shatter, not once she’d learned if he was as solid and warm in reality as he’d been in her dreams. The wide expanse of his nose huffed against her skin, his lips kissing softly up her back, tracing her spine, until the blanket was drawn over her.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, sweetheart.”
She was barely able to nod as he kissed the top of her head, unable to raise herself from the pillow as she listened to the scrape of his hooves on her floors, the clack of him moving across her tiny kitchen, and the click of her door, signifying he was gone. She liked this new pet name, and she hoped it stuck around. She hopedhestuck around. She needed to get up and turn out the light, needed to set the chain and deadbolt in her door, needed tonotbe feeling the Pandora’s Box of emotions that were suddenly pressing her to the bed. She couldn’t quite account for the tears that were soaking her pillow, and as an inexplicable sob brewed at the back of her throat, the result of this emotional tidal wave, Violet tried to remember to just keep breathing.