and hands, and chest, and those abs. She looked lower. And you know how much I like your cock.
I grinned and ran my hand down her flat belly, resting the heel of my palm over her clit. I pressed oh-so-lightly and made tiny circles, and her eyes rolled back in her head an instant before those sexy-as-fuck lids closed. Her mouth made a tiny O, her hips lifted into the air, and I forgot why I’d wanted to be gentle with her.
I mean, sure, I’d need to be there for her emotions later, but why did that mean she got gentle sex now? Especially knowing neither of us really likes it all gentle and shit.
Get my dick wet, Kitten. We don’t have lube, and I want your ass.
Fucking an ass without lube hurts the man, too. It pulls and stretches the skin, and friction isn’t always your friend. But it’s okay, because you’re using your dick to open her up, force her open, and then invade. Hurt. Violate. Ravage. The pain I feel is like the salt on chocolate. No, like pepper flakes in chocolate. It adds spice.
But Kitty took me far down her throat, enough so the mucus built up on my cock, and then went to her back on the bed with her knees up by her ears like I ordered.
Scream in your head. If you scream out loud, I’ll whip you for it later.
Yes, Sir. I need this. Thank you.
I nodded, put my dick to her tiny asshole, took my time getting it just past the head, and then grabbed her hips, my thumbs pressing on her hip bones while my fingers dug into her ass muscles, and rammed my dick as far in as I could get it with a single shove.
Her scream in my head seemed to reverberate and bounce off my skull, but it only fueled me to do it again. And again. I made it all the way in on the third thrust, and she gave a single scream out loud before she went back to screaming through our telepathic connection.
Mine, I told her. My ass. My cunt. My throat. My tits. My kitten. You are mine. Each sentence was another shove of my hips, jamming my dick into her oh-so-tight asshole, and it was nice to be able to communicate without timing it with my breathing.
Tomorrow, you’re going to have stripes from my belt on your ass and thighs, and I’m going to bask in the sound of your screams. Tonight, though, those screams are only for me. I’m not sharing them with anyone else in this house besides Brooke, but I don’t think she’s listening to us talk telepathically right now.
She shook her head. She isn’t, Sir. She doesn’t want to know about our sex life. Fuck, Squatch. I wasn’t ready for you.
You never cussed when we first met. I’m thinking maybe we’re going to make a no-cussing rule when we have sex. I liked the sweet little girl who didn’t cuss.
I drove hard, in and out a dozen times without pause, and she screamed in her head again.
Fuck. Shit. Damn. FUCK!
I fucked her even harder and faster, but without lube, I couldn’t do this much longer and we both knew it. She’d thrown those cuss words out to get a reaction from me — and it’d worked. The temptation was to come in her ass without getting her off, but I couldn’t do that to her today. This was stress relief before the ordeal she’d decided to face in a few hours.
Play with your clit, Kitten. I’m going to blow into that sweet little ass soon.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Kitty
Squatch and I walked towards the slaughterhouse with Brooke between us, holding both our hands. It looked as if we were taking a child to an execution, but in reality, the Master Vampire of Birmingham had invited herself to another Master Vampire’s state so she could support her pet tiger and pet wolf through an emotionally charged event. And no, none of us thought of me and Squatch as pets, but I knew that’s how the other vampires would see it.
I hadn’t even thought about the implications of her coming to South Carolina until I realized she’d only brought six of her people with her. Apparently, that’s all she could negotiate for.
“I’m in no danger,” she assured me. “I’ve offered to let the local Master Vampire come to Birmingham and go hunting with me. Kendra allows me to kill pedophile humans, and the slayers