Fated(41)

“Ah Josephine, you are in rare form. Obviously I have not fucked you enough tonight.”

How could one statement from him make me rethink my bed time plans? I had envisioned snuggling into bed with him and wrapping up in the covers together. Now my thoughts included ripping off his jeans and fucking him in the hallway. Or on the floor...

He scooped me up with one arm, throwing me over his shoulder. He turned his head to lightly bite one of my ass cheeks, his laughter booming loudly as I squealed and struggled against him. He continued down the hallway to enter the bedroom and placed his duffel bag on the chair. He moved to the edge of the bed and dropped me in the middle with a small bounce.

I licked my lips nervously as I scooted backwards on the bed, watching as he slowly unzipped his jeans and let them fall around his feet. He slithered up the bed to loom over me, forcing my head back against the pillows. His hands grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt, ripping it up the middle to leave me naked again.

"I told you that you had on too many clothes, vackra." Stefan's mental voice cautioned humorously in my head. He slowly sat back on his knees, his eyes sweeping over me as if he was memorizing every swell and curve on my body.

“I told you no funny business, Stefan.” My mental voice was wavering as I watched his lips turn up into a wicked and sexy smile.

Stefan let out a deep chuckle at my halfhearted mental warning, his finger tracing intimately across my hips to ghost down my top of my thigh. His touch alone caused every nerve ending in my body to come to life, filling with desire for him.

“You tell me one thing and your body tells me another. What if I told you I wasn't finished with you yet?”

My gaze dropped from his face and headed straight to his hard cock. I watched with unbridled fascination as his long fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. His biceps and forearms flexed with the exertion, causing my breath to catch in my throat. He continued to stroke himself until I couldn't hold back my tormented moan.

His movements ceased and he planted a hand next to my head, hovering over me again. His eyes were black fire as he moved his cool, firm body to partially cover me, his cock jerking against my hip as our skin touched.

Stefan's lips brushed against mine as he spoke. “Does this seem like funny business to you, Josephine?”

I shook my head and he began placing slow demanding kisses against my lips. I returned them, savoring every kiss. His mouth left mine, blazing a path down my neck and over my shoulders, his muscular thigh slipping between my legs. My wet sex pressed hard against him, grinding over and over until his thigh was coated with my juices, groaning at the friction it created. He pulled his leg away, his eyebrow raising in amused contempt.

“Ah, we can't have you coming on my leg, Josephine. Do you want me to fuck you now and make your hot pussy come all over me?”

My head arched back into the pillow, my teeth clenching as I sent him my mental answer. “You're killing me with your dirty talk, Stefan. I need you inside of me....”

Stefan pressed my thighs apart, gripping his cock again and rubbing it slowly through my wet folds and over my swollen clit. “You are so wet, Josephine. I am going to enjoy making you scream my name.”

His head flew back in ecstasy as he slid his thick cock into my slick heat, causing me to cry out in relief and bliss. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he thrust into my body with wild abandon. He was relentless. His cock rubbed against my inner walls and his hips crashed into mine. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony and I felt myself yield to the power and feel of his body driving into me, moaning aloud wantonly and begging shamelessly for more.

Stefan moved to hook his elbows in the crook of my knees, groaning in pleasure as his cock went deeper inside of me. My hands gripped his taut ass, urging him to go faster.

“I want you to come, vackra. I want you to bite me. I want to feel your teeth.”

“Fuck, Stefan!” My scream filled the room as the combination of his mental commands and his deep, relentless thrusts pushed me over the edge. His head fell against my shoulder as my orgasm crashed over me relentlessly, my pussy tightly clenching around him. I lifted my mouth to bite into the crook of his neck and let his thick blood fill my mouth.

“Ja! Drick mitt blod, min vackra gudinna. Knulla!”

Stefan let out a deep growl and he surged against me a final time, emptying inside of me. His body still partially covered me, the back of his fingers caressing my cheeks.

“You have blood on your mouth,” Stefan whispered and leaned to run his tongue over my lips. After he was satisfied the blood was gone, he gently kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth one more time like a gentle caress. Our mouths parted and the look of adoration and wonderment on his face was unmistakable.