His hands closed on either side of her cheeks and he pushed her away. He sighed. “Professor, wait. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
She shoved him back, and this time he allowed it, his hands falling away from her face. “Lily, dammit!” she shouted. “If you’re going to fuck me, at least call me by my name.”
His face darkened. “Professor, I frightened you. And while I’m no Eagle Scout, I prefer my women crying after I’ve taken them. Not before.” He held up his hands and retreated further away. “Stop crying. I won’t touch you.”
She scraped at the tears she hadn’t even realized were there. His offer came too late. She’d die if she didn’t have him, now. Her hands shook as they went to the belt at her waist and she untied it, letting the sides of her robe part.
Still, he resisted, shaking his head. But she could see the heat flare in his cheeks, see the rise and fall of his chest as his breaths grew shorter. He was as ensnared as she was by her need to mate.
A shrug of her shoulders, and the robe puddled at her feet. She stared at it, feeling as though another woman, a wanton woman, had stepped into her skin. Then she raised her head to eye him warily.
His beautiful dark eyes narrowed. Like a panther, his nostrils flared and he inhaled, his gaze sharpening when he caught her scent.
Lily raised the stakes and lifted her hair from one shoulder, baring the side of her neck. “Whatever kink you want to explore is fine with me,” she said, not recognizing her husky voice, “so long as you fuck me, now.” She dared another glance and saw his jaw clench. Stubborn man. “What were you doing out there on my balcony?” she goaded him. “Were you watching me? Did you like what you saw?”
“Yes,” he replied, his voice tight and grating. “I jerked myself off watching you fuck yourself.”
Her gaze fell to his groin. His cock bulged against the front of his jeans.
She lifted an eyebrow. “Doesn’t look like it to me.”
“I recover fast.”
“So do I,” she whispered. She raised her hands to her breasts and lifted them, offering them for his enjoyment.
“I’m trying real hard to do the right thing now.” He planted his fists on his hips and glared. “You’re not helping.”
Lily liked that she’d turned the tables on him. She was the pursuer now. Her fingers closed on her nipples and she rolled them, plucking them to rigid attention.
His avid gaze fell to her chest, and his cock stirred in his pants.
“Fuck me, vampire,” she said, caressing her breasts, letting him see her rising passion.
“Shit! Just remember. I offered you an out.” He caught the hem of his T-shirt and drew it over his head, baring his wide, brown chest. “Well, which way do you want it?” he asked, his tone curt and driven.
She trembled beneath his heated stare. “Hmmm?” She shook her head. She hadn’t understood a word he’d said. All that creamy, cocoa skin and the dark hair that marked him male turned her mind into mush. Her breasts strained against her hands.
“In your cunt, your mouth, or your ass?” He sounded angry, which excited her all the more. Most importantly, his hands unbuckled his belt, flicking open the button at his taut waist.
She licked her lips, staring at the widening gap that revealed the black arrow of hair disappearing beneath his briefs. “Do I have to choose?”
He cursed softly. “Do you want it standing or on the bed—”
“On the bed,” she said quickly, relieved she knew one answer. Her knees were ready to collapse.
“Then get there. Now,” his voice rasped. He shoved down his jeans, his stark white briefs with them, and toed off his shoes, leaving the last of his clothing in a pile on the floor.
Lily’s gaze was glued to his cock. It sprouted like an oak from a nest of wiry black hair, thicker than her wrist, darker brown than the skin of his belly. It was huge and heavy, the tip a plump, purple spearhead. Her body shuddered at the thought of his enormous cock stabbing into her cunt. She sat on the edge of the bed and scooted back, knowing she left a moist trail on the sheet and opened her legs to show him she was more than ready.
He approached, his cock waving between his thickly muscled thighs. “Is this how you want it?”
“What do you prefer?” she asked, anxious for him to get on with it.
His knees came down on the mattress between her legs and he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders. He leaned over her, his mouth hovering above her breast, and then he looked up at her face. “Me, inside you. Deep as I can get.”
Lily swallowed, excitement making her mouth dry as the desert. “Do it.”
“Jesus.” He rested his forehead on her shoulder and released a short bark of laughter. He reared back and stared at her. “How old are you, Professor?”
Why was he pulling away? She needed his flesh against hers! “Twenty-eight, and dammit—it’s Lily!”
“How many lovers have you had, Lily?”
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “A few.”
“Did any of them jump on you and fuck you without any preliminaries?”
“No!”
“Then what makes you think I’ll do that?”
Her hands reached for his cock and she wrapped them around his hot flesh, tugging him to her center. “Because I want you, now. You can do…preliminaries later,” she said, her body rigid with need. “Fuck me! I’ll suck you off, let you fuck every orifice I have—just please come inside me, now!”
His face hardened, and he leaned over her again, resting on his forearms. “Take me inside you, then. This has to be your choice.”
Lily guided his cock into her pussy, groaning as he pressed past her swollen lips, his shaft sliding inside her like a knife into butter. He was even thicker than her Magna-Cock, but she didn’t flinch. Her inner flesh clutched him, drawing him deeper. But he kept coming.
He groaned and flexed his hips, driving deeper. She lifted her legs to encircle his waist, not giving him any space to withdraw. Not letting her vagina adjust to his size. She reveled in the power of his immense cock, burying itself deep inside her body.
He flexed again, pushing deeper. His slow intrusion was killing her by inches. When he was fully seated, Lily shuddered so strongly she shook his body.
“Easy, baby,” he whispered, holding himself rigid above her, sweat breaking out on his skin.
Lily shivered again and felt her vagina constrict along his shaft. Readying itself to milk his cock.
“Christ! Hold still,” he said, desperation tinged his voice. “I don’t want to lose it, now.”
Lily’s arms crept around his body, pulling his torso flush with hers. “It’s okay,” she said, looking up into his straining face. “Lose it. Take me.” She pulsed her hips to encourage him to move.
His eyes closed and he withdrew partway, his thick shaft rubbing inside her tightly grasping vagina, and then he pushed forward, cramming himself back inside.
Her eyes widened, and she screamed. “Now! I’m coming now!”
CHAPTER THREE
Joe felt the woman come apart in his arms, trembling like a leaf from head to foot while her tight cunt pulsed around him. She’d come faster than a freight train.
Still, he didn’t surrender to the darkness inside him. He had to protect her from himself. He pumped gently within her, reveling in the sensation of the creamy flesh that clutched him like a hot glove while he drew out her orgasm.
She wasn’t making it easy for him to restrain himself. Her nails scraped his back and her hips pumped wildly beneath him. And the aroma of her arousal wound around him like a natural aphrodisiac, tempting him to let his monster loose on her. Not yet.
When she quieted at last, Joe waited for her to come back to awareness. He needed to see what lurked in her gaze the moment she came to realization—to see the naked truth in her eyes. For whatever reason the woman had been out of her mind with passion, even before he’d entered her bedroom. However painful, he wouldn’t allow himself to t
ake his pleasure until he was sure of her knowing consent.
Lily moaned softly beneath him and he braced himself on his elbows to watch as her eyelids fluttered open.
Her cheeks flooded with rosy color as she stared up at him. “I’m afraid…”she began, and Joe’s heart sank, “…that I don’t know your name. My research has gone beyond anonymous, don’t you think?”
He blew out a relieved breath. “It’s Joe. Joe Garcia.” Joe felt a little embarrassed introducing himself while buried in her cunt.
Her lips stretched into a shy grin. “Bet you’ve never had a first date quite like this one, huh?”
“This isn’t a date,” he said softly.
Her smile disappeared, and he was sorry he’d chased it away.
“I suppose you’re wondering why I attacked you,” she said, a little frown wrinkling her brow. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“More embarrassing than my leaving cum on your balcony?” he murmured.
She wrinkled her nose. “Put that way, maybe not.” She bit the corner of her pink mouth and looked at him, reluctance in her gaze. “I suffer from a sexual disorder.”
“You mean, something worse than haematodipsia?” he said with a grimace of a smile.
“You remembered?” She looked at him curiously. “Who are you?”
“No changing the subject. You were telling me about your sexual disorder.” Despite his acute hard-on, he was enjoying this odd conversation. And she was relaxing beneath him, her body adjusting to his size. He needed her loose and cooperative before he fed.
She drew in a deep breath and her eyes filled. “I’m a sex addict.”
He really tried not to laugh, but his belly shook, giving him away. “I’m sorry. You think that’s a problem? From where I’m lying, it’s a very nice affliction.”
“But you see where it led me? To sex with a man whose name I didn’t even know!”
For some reason, her confession rankled. “Do you do this often?”
“No! But only because I guard myself constantly. I never get too close to a man, your scent drives me nuts. It makes me want to rub myself all over you.”
“Me, in particular?”
“No! Well, at the moment, yes!” He grew worried when she looked ready to cry. “The thing is, I want sex all the time. It’s like, I walk past a barbershop pole and I wet my panties. And forget the produce section of a grocery store—cucumbers and carrots make me shake like an epileptic! And have you ever noticed the shape of a gearshift? I had to trade in my car for an automatic!”
Joe found himself smiling. “How did you get through high school with all the horny boys around you?”
“That’s just it,” she said, her brows drawing together in confusion. “I wasn’t like that, then. I scarcely noticed boys. I was more into my studies. My affliction started last fall.”
“Did you by chance suffer some sort of emotional trauma?” he echoed the words she’d asked him during his interview.
Her body grew still. She barely breathed. Then she nodded. “But I don’t know why it would have manifested itself this way. Why after so many years?” she whispered.
Joe pushed her hair behind her ears, soothing her with little touches. “Tell me.”
She shook her head. “No. It doesn’t make sense. It’s probably a hormonal imbalance.”
Joe traced her lower lip with his thumb. Now was not the time to tell her that just the thought of her pink mouth closing around his cock had him gritting his teeth. “Have you seen a doctor?”
“I’m too embarrassed.” She was growing tense beneath him, her body tightening around his shaft. “What would I say? I’m horny day and night? I have to change my underwear several times a day?”
“Yes. That would get his attention, all right.” He shifted his lower body, stretching his legs on either side of hers, squeezing her thighs closed to bring her back to sensual awareness.
Her lips pouted like two plump pillows. “I’m not ready to consult with anyone, just yet.”
“Then it looks like you need to stay in bed. Play this thing out.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I can help.” He circled his hips, enjoying the tug of her clamped thighs.
“You’re a bastard,” she said, spoiling the epithet with a sexy little moan and a roll of her hips.
“Yeah. But I have the equipment you need,” he reminded her with a slide of his cock. He dropped his voice to a purr. “And I’m the one planted inside you.”
Her breaths came faster. “Yeah, you are.” Her face softened with reawakened passion, glowing golden in the lamplight. “Do you think you could kiss me?”
Never slow to help a woman in need, Joe’s head came down. It wasn’t a tentative kiss. Their tongues met before their lips touched, lapping, fluttering, until Joe grew impatient for a deeper penetration. He closed his lips over hers and slid his tongue inside, swirling over the roof of her mouth, reaching to stroke her tongue.
Lily’s mouth suctioned, pulling him deeper, a moan rising in the back of her throat. Her fingers dug into his back, squeezing, massaging his spine. Then slipped lower to cup his buttocks.
Joe broke the kiss and drew a deep, jagged breath. His body trembled with the need to drive into her. “Are you sore?” he asked, desperation making his voice tight and graveled.
Lily shook her head, her eyes glittering with renewed excitement. Her arousal gushed, coating his cock with fresh lubricant.
The muscles of his thighs bunched, and the pressure building in his already rock-hard balls threatened to overtake him. He hadn’t learned to fully leash the monster, still being too new at this vampire thing. “I need you on your knees.”
“Yes!”
He held himself rigid, trying to still the tremors in his thighs and belly.
“You’ll have to let me up,” she reminded him.
Christ! That meant he had to withdraw, had to bear the rub of his cock against her inner walls.
He pulled away, gritting his teeth, trying to ignore her wide-eyed gaze and the eager way she shoved to get him to move faster.
Finally free, he knelt, his cock straight as a pole and glistening with her arousal, throbbing in time with his racing heart.
She didn’t move fast enough to suit him. Her fascinated gaze clung to his penis and she licked her lips.
He couldn’t wait a second longer. He reached for her, flipping her onto her stomach, only vaguely aware of her yelp of surprise. She scrambled to raise herself on her arms and knees, but his hands were already on her bottom, pulling her into position, centering her ass and cunt on his cock. His knees roughly shoved her legs apart and his hands spread her cheeks. Her sex was wide open—pink and quivering.
Do I have to choose?
Joe remembered how Lily had stood before him, a blush painting her face and delectable breasts bright rose, her face misty with confusion when he’d offered her the choice of how he would take her.
At that moment he wished he had two dicks he could plunge into her.
Joe slid his thumb down the sensitive crease of her ass, and Lily turned her head to look at him, alarm in her gaze.
He circled the tiny opening. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Lily?” he asked, softly.
“Yes,” came her swift reply. “But never by someone of your…proportions.”
Indeed, she didn’t look so much worried as embarrassed. Her body quivered with excitement.
“Later,” he said, and continued his exploration downward to the full, flushed lips of her pussy. He pressed his thumb into her deep, dark channel and was gratified to find her dripping with honey. Bringing his thumb to his mouth, he tasted her for the first time, his eyes closing, savoring the salty, slightly astringent glaze and the flavor of her unusual musk.
With his body screaming for him to plunge into her, he still took a moment to spit into his palm and rub it over the head of his dick. Control was all in the pacing. “This isn’t going to be finessed,” he warned. “I’m too far gone.”
“
I’m ready,” she said, her voice quavering.
He sincerely doubted it, but he guided his cock to her cunt, circled her opening once, then spread her with his fingers and pushed himself inside. In one long, inexorable glide he crammed his cock into her, ignoring her cries, ignoring her body’s natural resistance to his intrusion. He had to be inside—all the way inside. Now!
When his balls finally rubbed her bush, he gasped and lay over her, curving his belly to her back, pressing his face to her shoulder. Sucking air into his starved lungs, he reached deep inside himself for something to anchor him. He didn’t want to hurt her, but feared he’d waited too long. He wrapped his arms around her and groped for her breasts, molding them in his palms.
Lily whimpered and her cunt clutched and pulsed around him. “Move,” she pleaded. “God please, move! Fuck me, Joe.”
Though he fought it, he could feel the change coming over him, filling him with thick, tensile strength, bulging his muscles outward. He turned his head and found himself staring at their reflection in the mirror above her bureau. “Shit!” Too late, he’d forgotten to protect her. “Keep your eyes closed,” he said, panting.
Then all thought receded, supplanted by the monster reforming the bones in his face to a grisly mask of protruding bone across his forehead and brow. His gums tingled as his teeth slid down from the roof of his mouth. All his being was focused on the elemental need to conquer her with his sex, drink her life from her blood-filled body.
He flung back his head and roared. Then he unleashed the monster.
Lily was enthralled with Joe’s rough mastery. When he’d flipped her over and arranged her body to his liking, she’d felt an odd moment of recognition—that this was what sex was supposed to be. Being mounted, being mastered by a male.
When he’d shoved inside her, pressing deeper, harder than any man had before, she’d thrilled at his power even as her body winced in protest to his harsh intrusion. When his hands had clumsily groped her breasts, she reveled in the fact she caused him to lose control.
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