How to Discipline Your Vampire(75)

            I spread my legs wide on the futon and ground into him, trying to get as deep as I could go. He just kept his hands on my hips and thrust forcefully, desperation making his grim face even more stern. We both needed it so bad, and we were fucking like our lives depended on it.

            “Oh—” I moaned, and he covered my mouth with his hand roughly.

            Oddly enough, I really liked it. I licked his palm, still clamped over my mouth.

            He humped faster as I reached around and spanked his ass. “Faster,” I grunted.

            He complied, thrusting into me at an impossible pace. I liked him like this, fast and rough. So much so, that I actually wanted to change it up.

            “Get behind me,” I whispered, and bent over the couch, wiggling my ass in the air.

            “Fuck, Cerise,” he hissed, running his hands along my cheeks and settling them on my hips.

            I felt his length tease me for a second before he entered me from behind. I gripped the arm of the couch and spread my legs a bit, reveling in the sensation. “Come on,” I goaded.

            He bucked vigorously, leaning forward and giving it to me hard.

            “That’s it,” I moaned, “I want more.”

            William clutched my hips tighter and slammed into me, pulling out slowly, then pushing himself back in again. I nearly screamed with pleasure.

            After another feral and fast minute, I felt him pull out and grunt, coming on my back. To my surprise, he immediately got on his knees, and buried his face between my legs, lapping with his tongue.

            “I’ve missed the taste of a woman,” he said, licking slowly. I pushed his head against me, and scooted around so he was half lying on the couch and I was straddling above him. I rode his face as he gripped my ass, working his tongue in all the right ways.

            Pulsing, stroking, wiggling.

            “William,” I screamed, his tongue still embedded inside me.

            I felt like I was coming apart, unraveling as I listened to the wet sounds of his tongue and fingers penetrating me, caressing me inside and out.

            I held his face there for a moment, and he finished kissing my thighs sweetly. I slumped down his chest and into his lap, looking into his clear periwinkle eyes.

            “You are too much, Gentry,” I said, collapsing with laughter.

            “Me or the zombie idea?” he asked, smoothing my hair.

            “Both.”

            “I thought it was pretty fun.”

            I gave him a pat on the shoulder. “It’s too bad you can’t get a job writing role-play scenarios,” I joked, “because you’d be a millionaire.”

            He scooped me into his arms. “Already am.”

            I kissed him on the nose. “Show-off.”

            “Know anyone who wants to renovate and rent an old house?” he asked with a snicker.

            “You didn’t . . .”

            “Did too.”

            I tapped my lip thoughtfully as he carried me up the stairs. “Maybe we should keep it like this and people can live out their zombie apocalypse fantasies for a small fee?”

            “Now you’re thinking.”

            We hunkered down in the living room, and I dined on canned peaches and pears. William licked the juice off my chin, and we lit a fire.