“Julian,” she sighed, cradling his head against her chest, combing her fingertips through his hair. “Julian, please hurry.”
He was enjoying this playful flirtation. Sliding his hand from her breast and down her belly, he sought out her clit, plump with blood, with his fingertips. It seemed to shudder at his touch and he laughed. Then, taking his cock into his hand, he began to slide it up and down her slit, stirring the tip in the cocktail of her juices. Selene whimpered, trying desperately to angle her hips just right and let him slip inside, but he was having none of it. He wanted to make her wait. This time he would punish her with pleasure. “Such an impatient pet,” he growled, roughly pulling her breast into his mouth again, kneading it as he bit down hard on the nipple. Selene shrieked again, pushing her hips forward. His cock was poised at her entrance, pulsing and jerking as Julian held himself back.
“Fuck me, Julian,” Selene panted. Her voice was pleading and he was quick to oblige, finally succumbing to his own need. With a hard push of his hips, he buried his cock deeply inside. Selene moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She pulled him in tight, wanting their bodies as close as humanly possible. To feel that they were indeed one. Slowly and deliberately, he began moving inside her, the length of his shaft stretching the narrow canal to its limit. Julian groaned, gripping the cheeks of Selene’s ass, using it as leverage to work her hips back and forth. The rhythm was quick, but she didn’t mind. He shoved into her hard and held her still for a moment. Her inner muscles contracted, squeezing his prick and drawing a guttural groan from his lips. Resting her head on his shoulder, she fell limp in his arms.
“I…I love you, Selene,” Julian panted, the words coming in heavy gasps. His body was tense and he held her so tightly that she was sure there would be bruises in the morning. He was close to his orgasm. She could feel it. “I may not show it…”
“Hush, Julian,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his temple. “I know that you love me.” Her words trailed off into a breathy moan as he rolled his hips, grinding his pelvis against her clitoris.
“God, Selene…” he sighed, feeling her sex begin to shudder around him, sending vibrations thrumming through his body. “I need you.” With that he lifted her off his lap, pushing her down onto the bed and spreading her thighs wide. Before she had the opportunity to protest, he drove into her again. The headboard behind them banged against the wall, marking the rhythm of his punishing thrusts. Selene squealed, exquisite pain blossoming with the friction of the sheets against her bare bottom, but it only served to spark her climax. Her groans turned to screams that rose in volume and pitch until she was shouting his name over and over. With a final thrust, he came, spilling his seed into her with a shudder.
“Selene,” he gasped, kissing her cheeks and forehead. He brushed her hair back, looking down into her eyes as soon as he could regain his focus. She smiled, sated and content. “Do you remember how the story ended?” Selene shook her head, her eyes heavy and bleary with the afterglow. “Once the princess was soundly spanked and put to bed, she and the prince lived happily ever after.” Reaching over her, he opened the bedside table and produced a small velvet box.
Before he even opened it, she already knew her answer.
About Alexandra Christian
My name is Alexandra Christian, or Lexxx if you like (yes, those three Xs are on purpose). I'm an author of mostly paranormal erotic romance and horror. In case you don't know what that means, I write about not-so-nice girls getting it on with out-of-this-world heroes. Vampires, werewolves, selkies, angels and demons—and that's just recently! My first novel was published two years ago and ever since, I've been working my sweet Southern ass off to churn out as much sin and debauchery as I can.
A while ago, I christened myself The Southern Belle from Hell and I think it's a title that suits me well. I live in a small town in South Carolina—the same town I've lived in my entire life. The rich Southern culture, fried foods and a healthy dose of superstition have colored my personality and my writing style. I have an extremely tolerant husband who is the epitome of the Southern male with his buttery-thick accent, laid-back swagger and simple sweetness that makes women of all ages swoon. Of course, how we ended up together is a miraculous wonder. I'm a closeted Goth and when we go out, he looks like my chaperone, but it works! We’re kind of a Herman and Lily Munster in our neighborhood and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’ve published several novels, novellas and short stories so far and look forward to sharing my twisted view of reality with the masses through erotic paranormal romance and horror. I aspire to one day be a bestselling author and part-time pinup girl. Questions, comments and complaints are most welcome.
Alexandra welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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One Hundred Strokes
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