Her voice didn’t work well. She managed to get out, “Now. Come inside me now. I need it.”
Neville was well positioned to carry out her request. His hands were inside her thighs. He lifted up with both and her legs spread wide. He moved her body down until her entrance touched the tip of his cock. She moaned. “Yes. Fill me up.”
Madison slid her knees back and followed them with her hips. She took him inside slowly, rocking and tilting her hips to find a comfortable way of accommodating Neville’s oversize cock. She moaned again. “It hurts, but I need the hurt. Ohhhhhh.”
Madison bumped her hips down on Neville’s cock forcing it two more inches inside her stretching sheath. She breathed, “That’s it. Completely full.” She lay down on Neville to rest and let her body get used to the size of its visitor.
When she felt relaxed and ready, she settled her knees on the bed and used them as a fulcrum to lever her hips back and forth. They found a pleasant cadence and kept it going.
In a few minutes, Madison felt like she was floating on a gentle mountain stream in a peaceful valley. Her body drifted, boneless and limp, carrying her along on a tide of restful contentment.
She heard a thunderclap in her mind and looked up. A thunderstorm appeared just in front of her. The mountain stream disappeared. She found herself in a barren desert with no mountains around or any other cover. The thunderstorm poured rain down over her in buckets.
The wall of clouds fell from the sky and obliterated her. She lost everything, every bit of contact with the real world. A whirlwind swept her around, helplessly.
Her orgasm assaulted her body. Her eyes swept back inside her head. She tilted her head back and whined. She couldn’t get air inside her lungs because the muscles in her back and chest clenched into full contraction at the same time. The air she could inhale smelled of concentrated sex. Neville’s foreign, male odor overpowered her. She wondered if she were going to faint. Her arms and legs flailed around without purpose.
She stayed inside the orgasm for a full minute. As she ran down, she realized that she’d left Madison Smith-Adams behind. She lost her old identity when she gave herself to Neville, and he accepted her with approval and love. She didn’t want to be the old, hating, rejecting Madison. With Neville to lean on, she could let people come close to her. He would protect her. She’d be safe with him.
She came back to earth completely and looked down. Neville looked like someone had his little finger in a vise and was tightening it down. She said, “I’m done, sweetheart. It’s your turn now.”
She backed up to get as much of his cock inside her as possible and waited while Neville made several short jabs inside her. He groaned, and she felt six pulses that meant she was carrying his semen inside her body.
She said to herself, “I’m going to like being part of MadisonandNeville.” She nestled down on his chest and inside his arms.
The End
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My Billionaire Vampire
By: Lisa Cartwright
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Chapter 1
The incessant hum of conversation continued to waft through the first class curtain of the plane and Francis clenched his jaw. He had no time, nor patience for the mundanity of mortal life. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.
“Sir? Is everything okay?” The slender curly haired flight attendant leaned across the empty aisle seat. Francis turned slowly from the window and when his violet tinted eyes met with hers she gasped.
“They are quite disturbing.” He said, his thick Romanian accent dripping from every syllable.
“Umm…who is that, Sir?” The flight attendant stammered, unable to tear her gaze away from his hypnotic eyes.
“The people.” He said bluntly. The young woman looked from right to left, unsure of just what he was talking about and thinking that perhaps he had begun to lose his mental faculties.
“What people would that be, Sir?” Her complete ineptitude was pushing him over the edge and finally he unclipped his seatbelt, stood up and waved his hand to the back of the plane.
“THOSE people!” He drew out the word people. “They chatter and chatter and it is driving me crazy!” His eyes glinted as he looked down at the flight attendant who was now standing wide-eyed before his towering frame.