“Great, that’s what I wanted to hear,” she giggled, as she pushed him inside, then closed the door behind them.
She had no idea how this was going to go. In her mind, it had all seemed so effortless. All she needed to do was let go. They were both trying to find a good spot, moving a broom here, the bucket there, when he pushed her against the wall, hard, his hands on her shoulders.
His kiss attacked her with a vicious passion, as his hand lifted her leg. He pressed against her so hard that she could feel his bulge immediately. She didn’t want any foreplay. She wanted him now.
His tongue searched for hers, as his teeth kept biting on her lower lip. She moaned loudly, arching her back, her head flying upward. He showered her neck with kisses, licking her earlobe, as his hands explored her entire body. Her blouse flew upward, revealing a white lace bra. He pulled the cups down, revealing her nipples. He pressed his hot palms against them, cupping them, squeezing them.
Mina felt like she was melting in his arms. The heat between her legs was unbearable. She felt herself getting wetter by the minute. Her hands raked through his hair, as his head got buried between her breasts. She felt his tongue all over her skin, lapping, leaving wet trails. His hands traveled down to her skirt, pulling it up. The motion made her moan with pleasure.
He pulled down her tights forcefully, then her panties, too. One long, passionate kiss was then followed by him turning her around and pressing her hot, blazing cheeks against the wall. Mina bit her lip, closing her eyes. Her hands pressed against the cool wall, open palmed. She was waiting. She was ready.
The tip of his bulging cock pressed against her pussy lips, spreading them. Her wetness was now on him and he moaned into her ear.
“Fuck….” she heard him say, and the sound sent her overboard.
He entered her wildly, forcefully, expelling all the air from her lungs.
“You feel so good…” he whispered again, biting on her earlobe.
He thrust into her rhythmically, as she welcomed him in. She wanted all of him and more, much more. She could hear him moaning, growling, his hands on her breasts, running his fingers up and down her ribcage. Her body was speaking a language of its own, begging for his fingers, for his kisses, for his cock deep inside of her.
Overcome by animal lust and excitement, there was no common sense in either of them. He settled deep inside her warmth, as she adjusted to fully accommodate his cock, filling her up to the brim. The delight they both felt was beyond description. As her pussy clenched against his dick, he kept pounding into her, bringing them both closer to the brink, faster than either of them thought possible.
His fist groped at her hair and her head flung backward, exposing her neck. He was a vampire, he wanted her blood, he was dangerous. None of that mattered. His name was imprinted in her heart, now and forever, alongside the other three. Nothing else mattered.
Fucking her brains out, she wanted this moment to last forever. Adrenaline kept surging through her body like electricity, powerful and dangerous.
“Come for me, Mina…” he growled into her ear, and those words resounded in the small room, like thunder somewhere far away.
So rough, so animalistic, so beyond human, she finally let go. Her body tightened, convulsed, her thighs shook uncontrollably, as breathless tremors escaped her lips. Her orgasm caused his and he too let go, balls deep in her. They both went completely mad for one blissful second, as he filled her up, gritting his teeth.
Breathing heavily, as if they’d just emerged out of the depths of the ocean, he rested his head against her shoulder. His palm was pressed against her heart, feeling it rac
e. Still inside of her, neither of them felt any desire to move. Instead, they just stood there, for what seemed like an eternity, waiting for the moment when their breath would normalize.
A few seconds later, he moved away, planting a soft kiss on her neck, which made her giggle.
“You’re tickling me…” she smiled.
“I love the way you laugh,” he told her, as he pulled up his pants and zipped them up.
“You’re sweet,” she blushed.
But, when she looked at him again, she noticed that the look on his face had changed. He seemed worried now. There was no trace of that bliss they just felt together.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, feeling a little hurt.
Was he regretting what just happened?
“Yeah, just…” he started, but couldn’t continue. “There’s something you don’t know, something I should have told you earlier, but I couldn’t.”
“What are you talking about?” she wondered, starting to get worried herself.
“If I tell you, I’m afraid you’ll get upset with me, but you’ll find out anyway…”
“Why would I get upset with you?” she wondered.
He wasn’t making any sense. Did he do something? He was looking at her in the eyes but she could see that there was something heavily pressing on his heart.