I was still sore, but my clit was tingling like crazy.
I wish I could play with myself as he fucks my mouth.
“No,” he said. “Your pleasure is in my hands from now on, not yours.”
With that he pulled out, leaving a huge string of spit between my lips and his cock while I gagged again, catching my breath.
He didn’t give me time to compose myself before he pulled me to my feet and scooped me into his arms, carrying me up the stairs like a dirty little trophy.
His bed was waiting.
He threw me onto it like a little ragdoll, but again there was no cheapness to it. He was looking at me like I was the prettiest girl in the world. It made me glow so much.
He stalked me up the bed, towering over me on rigid arms. My legs spread wide and I moved on instinct, my pussy calling for his cock, even though I knew it would hurt like hell.
As would all of it.
“Where would you like to be bitten first, little one?”
I smiled. “Anywhere.”
His stare roved down from my neck to my tits, but he seemed to ponder before he gave me a smile back.
“Let me surprise you. I think your clit has earned its reward.”
Was he going to bite my pussy? Really? Was he going to sink his teeth into the spots he told me about, right on either side of my clit?
“Patience,” he said again. “Learn that sex works best when you use feeling before thinking.”
Feeling before thinking, I nodded, gripping the sheets as he kissed his way down my stomach and yes, I was feeling it deep inside. I wanted him so much it hurt.
I sighed when his hot mouth reached my pussy.
He didn’t bite, though. He lapped, right the way up my wet pussy lips.
Oh God, I’m feeling it. Feeling you, Hans and it feels so good.
I looked down to see him open his mouth ready to bite me. His fangs were so long and white they gave me chills, but they were good chills. Excited chills.
It wasn’t my pussy he sank his teeth into, though. It was a spot right on the inside of my thigh, untouched and so tender that it sent shocks of pain right the way up through my ribs.
I cried out, but his tongue was swirling as he sucked, and I sank into it,feeling not thinking.
My legs were trembling, but my breaths slowed down, and I let go of the sheets, stretching my arms above my head.
I could take it. And I would. Anywhere he wanted.
“Yes,” he growled through his bite. “You will.”
He let go of my thigh and moved his bloody mouth back to my pussy, and this time he spread my pussy lips and swept his tongue across my tender clit, over and over. I gasped and I moaned and it felt like heaven.
“I’ll get you nice and ready this time,” he told me, and sucked my clit into his hot mouth.
I raised my hips from the bed, crying out for more, and he used my position to sink his fingers all the way inside me. I don’t know how many he was using, but it hurt, stretching me.
He twisted his fingers and sucked at my clit, but every time I began to pant and peak, he’d ease off enough to keep me hanging – drifting on the edge of an orgasm in a timeless haze. My thigh was still pulsing and bleeding, and he used my blood as lube, stretching me more and more with his fingers.
I took it, like I was told.