Oh God.
And then it started again, with her other breast this time, and her cries became endless. So good. It really was so incredibly good that she could believe this man would indeed make her cry and pray this night would never—
“No!” She gasped without thinking, everything in her panicking and protesting the moment his mouth left her breast. She tried fumbling in the darkness, wanting to pull his head back up, but instead she felt his hands parting her legs open, and her heart slammed against her chest.
His hands were gentle but firm, a subtle reminder of who was calling the shots, and even though she was still tremendously nervous, she didn’t allow herself to resist. Just for this night, she would forget she ever had a will of her own. Just for this night, she was his, and whatever he wanted…he would have.
And so her legs fell open, her body trembling helplessly as she felt his hot breath tickle the damp and sensitive folds between her legs.
The first few strokes of his fingers were delicate, almost as if they were gently urging flower petals to open on the first day of spring. These strokes aroused and relaxed her at the same time, lulled her even into thinking that she might be able to calmly handle whatever was next…
But she was wrong.
The moment his finger slid inside of her pussy without warning, she was completely undone, tears stinging her eyes at the realization that a man – a stranger – was now fucking her with his finger. And she was letting him.
There was shame, so much shame at first, but it eventually faded, the agonizingly lewd pleasure of his finger steadily thrusting in and out of her helping Spencer gradually break free from reality. And when the thrusts began to gain speed and force, she couldn’t help but writhe, and as another finger joined in, and then a third, the last chain shackling her to reality finally broke, and she was able to succumb completely to the grips of lust.
It was unbelievably, incredibly, and amazingly good, just to have nothing to think about and simply enjoy the forceful strength of his thrusts, and she only moaned in encouragement when she felt his hand slide under her body to grab her ass. The new position allowed him to hold her steady as his fingers threatened to tear her pussy apart.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
His fingers were creating all kinds of wet, sloshing, slippery sounds, and her fingers scraped helplessly against the sheets. Oh God, she wanted more.
More, more, more—-
Until something inside of her broke, and just as the blinding, mind-numbing flash of pain had her crying out, she felt his fingers withdrawing to part her folds open—
And then his mouth was on her.
OH GOD!
The next thirty or so seconds were a little hazy. It was like he was sucking on her clit, drinking on her pussy, and if it didn’t sound so crazy, she might even have sworn she had felt him bite her inner thigh like a vampire…or that she had felt herself bleeding…and that she had heard him growl like someone whose great thirst had finally been quenched—
If only it didn’t sound crazy, she thought drowsily, but it was, so she must be imagining things.
It was Spencer’s last thought just as pleasure so intense tore through her, and she started to cum. Hard. Fast. He was eating her pussy like he had been starving for it for years, growling with every suck of his tongue like he just couldn’t get enough, and the essence of her orgasm practically gushed out of her like a thick, unstoppable flow of creamy heat that had her body twitching, buckling, writhing…and it just kept coming, just didn’t stop at all, until she started losing her breath…her vision fading…and her mind turning blank as she gradually passed out.
Chapter Three
“Good evening, Mr. Hirsche.”
Etienne nodded without looking at his driver, and in the corner of his eye he saw the brat’s lips tighten at the curtness of his response. Good. It never hurt for people to have a dose of their own medicine, and she was the reason he had been pissed as fuck the entire week.
The silence inside the limousine was tense and silent, and it almost made him regret choosing to have her drive for him when he could’ve just taken the chopper and be in Orlando in minutes. But because this was the only way he could be with the brat…
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He stared at her moodily, his hunger for her nowadays as constant as his need to breathe. He only had to see her, and he would remember…and relive…the softness of her skin, the weight of her breasts, and most of all, the sweet, precious nectar of her sangferia—
Shit.
His fangs had started to protrude the moment thoughts of her naked body entered his mind, and he ground his teeth together in an effort to have them pull back. No other woman had pushed him as close to losing control as she did, and even though a week had already passed, he still couldn’t get her out of his system.