The moment she imagined his fingers ruining her pussy, it was all over for her, and blinding pleasure stealing her breath and making her body arch as love juices once again gushed out of her.
“Etienne.” She couldn’t help sobbing his name as his still-thrusting fingers turned the pleasure into a relentless force and she began to fear her body would never be able to stop shaking, never be able to recover from this endless, dizzying heat that was threatening to make her pass out.
She felt him pull his fingers out, but when her gaze lowered, it was to see him guiding his fully erect cock to her entrance, and a strangled gasp escaped her. “I c-can’t…”
“You can.” The head of his cock was now nudging the soft, aching folds made extra sensitive by her orgasm. “And you will.”
“Etienne, p-please—”
“It’s going to be all good again,” he crooned. “You can take me again, mi vavli.” The head of his cock slipped inside of her, and a shocked whimper escaped her at how full this immediately made her feel.
“Feels good now, doesn’t it?” Etienne purred. “And we’re only just beginning…”
Only…just…beginning.
The thought made her feel dazed, but she no longer resisted, couldn’t even think of resisting as his cock pushed further inside of her, inch by aching inch. His cock felt so much harder and larger than his fingers, so impossibly thick that it was almost as if his cock was pushing and forcing the walls of her vagina to open wider.
“Open your eyes,” Etienne ordered.
And so she did, and once again, the pleasure grew exponentially. It just felt so bad, so dirty and forbidden, to see a man’s dick fully embedded inside of her, and when it started to move…when she saw that same dick start pounding into her…
Etienne’s jaw clenched as he saw her lips start trembling while she watched him fuck her hard. “Do you enjoy watching me fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it,” he growled.
“I…I enjoy watching you fuck me.” And the words had her moaning right after, because there was just something about speaking the truth out loud that made the pleasure all the more hotter, and ooooooh. He had reached for her clit all of a sudden, and the way he was rubbing it had her body jerking and twisting and her mind spiraling out of control.
“P-please—”
“Please what?”
“Please—”
“Please don’t stop rubbing your clit?”
“Y-yes.” Her voice came out in an imploring gasp. “P-Please don’t stop rubbing my clit—no!” Because despite her words, the finger on her clit had actually stopped moving, and even his cock had gone still. “Please,” she sobbed.
“Then scream it out,” Etienne grated harshly. “I want you screaming the words out—”
“But—” And then she started to feel him withdrawing out of her, and desperation seized her. “Noooo00—”
“You know what to do.”
She whimpered, but because he still didn’t move a muscle, she just couldn’t help it. “Fuck me,” she screamed. “Please fuck me—”
His laugh was one of masculine triumph and possessiveness, but she couldn’t even make herself care because he was doing just as she had asked him to do. His finger was rubbing her clit hard, and his cock…oh dear God, his too-long, too-hard, and too-thick cock…it was pounding into her harder and harder and harder—
“Yes!” And this time, he didn’t even have to ask her to scream. “Yes, God. Yes.” She was doing it all on her own. “Fuck me harder, please.” Because the shameless pleasure in screaming the truth was addictive all on its own, and when she saw his fangs flash out—
AAAAAAAH.
His fangs sank into her neck just as his cock started pummeling her pussy with deep, forceful thrusts that had her seeing stars. And the moment she felt her blood flow out, the moment she heard him suck on her neck, Spencer could only scream once more as orgasm once again took over, and then she could only scream again and again when a moment later, she felt him growl against her neck just as his cock shot out a thick wad of cum inside of her.
His cock jerked and jerked, his seed stuffing her to the brim there just wasn’t an inch of space left and she could feel it literally stream down her inner thighs.
So good. So good. Just so, so good. It was her last thought as exhaustion drew her into sleep’s embrace, and she couldn’t manage to pry her eyes open even as she felt him finally pull out, and after a while, start cleaning her with what felt like a wet washcloth.
Later, she heard voices coming from the outside, drifting past the bedroom door that he had left slightly ajar. It was Etienne…and Kiernan, asking him if he had breakfast yet, and when he said no, she offered him toast.
Mm.
Something about that didn’t sit right.
Something about the way Kiernan liked her toast…