“Please, just stop,” I cry, more quietly now. I'm not even sure I mean the words now. His touch feels so good as he dips his middle finger into my slit and rubs against my sensitive nub. My body is calming down, and my breathing is slowing as he continues to play with my clitoris. His other hand roughly rubs my breasts. It feels good, really good. Even though I'm ashamed, I can't help but let out a moan of pleasure.
He chuckles again before removing both of his gloves and sticking a finger into my hole. The sudden intrusion shocks me into spreading my legs further, giving him better access to my pussy. I'm not crying anymore. A warmth is coursing through my body as I begin to truly enjoy this sex being forced upon me. I should be ashamed, but I just can't be. I want his prick in me.
I think of my husband and almost feel that shame return, but then a second finger presses into me and hits my g spot. I arch my back in response. The man leans over, and his mouth sucks in my nipple as he continues to finger me slowly. In and out, his fingers explore my depths, massaging my insides and sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. As his speed picks up, he starts to lick my nipples with the pad of his tongue.
The roughness of his tongue feels good against my sienna skin, and I moan again. I don't feel as bad this time for enjoying it. He responds by picking up his speed again, plunging his fingers in and out of my depth faster. He alternates between licking and biting my nipple, which sends shock waves through my whole body. It feels unexpectedly good to have my nipples bitten. I've never let my husband do that.
His mouth attaches to the side of my breast now, biting hard and making me gasp. And then he begins to suck on it, hard, leaving me a hickey, a mark that he's been there. He starts to tease my other nipple with the tip of his tongue as his thumb presses against my clitoris. He fingers me and massages my clit at the same time, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.
As he slips another finger into me, I know it won't be much longer now. One of my hands grips at the rope holding me, and I spread my legs to let his fingers prod deeper and harder into me. My pussy makes slurping noises as he fucks me with his hand, the lewd sound turning me on. I know I'm soaking wet down there now, and as I feel my excitement build, I know it's going to be a huge orgasm. Juices are soaking his hand and my bedsheets below us. My tension builds, and builds, until finally I feel my clitoris begin to pulsate and my brown eyes clench close. I scream, loud, as my pussy pulsates around his fingers and my thighs twitch. The orgasm removes any inhibitions or fears I had about this situation.
When he removes his fingers, I'm even disappointed and let out a little whimper. “Oh, did the whore like that?” The man asks, rubbing his palm against my mound again. “Then you'll love this.”
He crawls further up onto the bed, kneeling between my legs. I can't see him too well, but I hear the fly of his pants unzip and the sound of him pulling them down. Then he leans his body over me, his hand falling onto the mattress next to me to help him keep balance. His other hand guides his cock to my slit, where he presses it and rubs it up and down. My juices slick him up, making his cock slippery. His skin is so warm, and even though I can't see it, as I feel the head of his prick press against my entrance, I know he's huge.
I squirm a bit, anxiety taking hold of me again. “Stop moving, slut.” I have no choice but to listen to the man, I don't want to be hurt. I pull up my knees a bit and spread my legs, trying to relax as his cock slowly presses into me.
“Hnng,” I grunt, the pain a bit too much for me. The man gets impatient, and pulls back his hips a bit. I barely have enough time to brace myself as he forces his prick deep into my pussy. He's only about halfway into me, and all I can feel is pain. Tears well up in my dark eyes again.
He begins to move his hips back and force to get himself deeper. The pain slowly starts to go away with each thrust, and soon I'm enjoying this as much as I was enjoying being fingered. His thick cock moves in and out of me, the sound of our fucking echoing off the walls. He grunts and I moan. His cock twitches, my pussy squeezes him.
A drop of his sweat falls on me. I struggle against my bonds, this time because I wish I had some leverage. His prick feels so good inside of me. My body is hot, and my pussy is sopping wet. Each thrust makes me coo and moan.
I wrap my legs around my assailant, pulling him deeper into me. His pace is slow at first, but then he starts to fuck me faster. With each thrust, he grunts. The sound turns me on so much more than I would have thought. It's like an animalistic snarl, full of primal lust. He thrusts into me; I buck my hips up in response. His cock grazes lightly against my cervix each time he gets as deep as he can.
The sound of his balls slapping against my ass makes me laugh a little. But as I feel my second orgasm building up, my eyes start to roll back into my head and my eyelids squeeze shut. My toes curl, and my I see fireworks.
But the man isn't done yet. Once I stop twitching, he picks me up and flips me over. Now my face is in the mattress and my ass is in the air. A slap comes down on my ass cheek before he enters me again, from behind this time. The change in position makes it more exciting. I'm being used for this man's pleasure, and I'm loving every second of it. I wonder if he'll cum in me, and decide that's exactly what I want.
He reaches below me and tweaks my clit as he fucks me. I moan and squeal, moving my ass in time with his thrusts. I wonder if he'll let me cum again before he does, but no. He slows down, taking his time, his cock moving ever so slowly in and out of my quim. I shudder and quiver and start to beg. “Please, please fuck me harder. Fuck me faster! Fuck me!”
He slaps my ass again, grabbing my hips hard. His nails bite into my skin, so deep that it hurts. I wince and whimper as he slaps my ass one more time before his hips press hard into me. His thrusts become erratic and quick, and I can tell he's close to orgasm. I can feel my own orgasm building up as well, and as my toes curl, I feel his cock shoot hot streams of cum into my womb. Shit, that feels good. The hot, sticky cum coats my insides as his cock keeps pumping into me, hitting my g spot each time. I shudder and quiver, about to explode.
I gasp as his hot cum forces my third orgasm to rip through my body. I scream, louder than I expected to, and lose control of my body. He keeps pumping into me until he's finally spent, and then he helps me onto my back and lays next to me.
For a moment, we just lay there, breathing heavily as we come down from our orgasm. Finally, he turns to me. “Should I untie you now?” He seems happy but a bit unsure of himself now.
I realize my hands have been feeling numb, like they're asleep, for a while. I nod. “Yes, please.”
His hands reach up and untie the rope. I pull my hands down and flex them to bring the blood rushing back into my fingers. My wrists are sore, but I expected they would be. The man takes one of them and massages it, which hurts at first but as the pins and needles fade and my hands wake up, it starts to feel better.
Once they regain full motion, I turn onto my side and hug the man who just fucked me. We cuddle for a few moments, and he brushes my natural hair out of my eyes. I nuzzle under his chin, listening to his heart beat as our breathing slows. Our hearts start to beat in time. “You liked that, right?” He asks
I look up at him and smile. “Of course I did. I asked you for this.” I push myself up to kiss my husband hard on the lips, smiling the whole time. “It's exactly what I wanted. You did great.”
Though he looks unsure, he smiles back, and we cuddle for a long time before we fall asleep.
Blood Lust
A Vampire Paranormal Romance
Wren Winter
1
Sarah Lincoln was coming home from a long day at work, so she didn't notice the men who were approaching her until they were already too close for her to do anything about what happened next.
They were shambling slowly, like they were tired from a long workout, or had been drinking, which wasn't all that strange because she took a back alley from the train station and it wasn't unusual to find people who didn't want to get the cops called on them for public drunkenness.
What was unusual was the way they grabbed her, almost in unison. They weren't fast, even as their hands balled up her jacket and started to shove against the wall. She might have been able to outrun them. But their grip was too tight, and as she looked past she could see two more coming up.
A voice shouted in the darkness. "Get back!" The shambling things didn't get back, though. They didn't even look as if they'd heard whoever it was. Then they started to lean into her, their hot, disgusting breath on her neck.
Sarah didn't question what the two men who ran up were doing. It was obvious from the outset that they'd come to rescue her. When she saw a flash of steel, though, a shock went up her spine. Jesus Christ, was that a knife?
His arm wrapped around the ghoul's neck and pulled back. She didn't have to see his hand to know that he'd just driven the knife in to the hilt. Whatever the things that were threatening her were, she knew, they weren't human.
They looked human, wore clothes. She'd mistaken them for men, but something about the way they moved, about the way that their eyes seemed not to focus, set them apart from any human that Sarah had ever known.
"Are you hurt?"
It took a long moment for the question to register in Sarah's mind, like he'd spoken a foreign language she had learned in high school. She was too afraid, and too caught up in her panic.