will be the only thing I want to see for the rest of my days.
Her hand goes to my cock. I can’t even remember taking it out of my fastened pants. Somehow, it found its own way to her.
“Please,” she says. “May I?”
She tilts that proud chin of hers back. The golden sparkle in her dark eyes flashes at me. My dick lifts up, my hips thrust towards her.
I have never had a woman suck my cock before. Not any of the prim misses I have dated ever did it. It was something you would ask a prostitute or a mistress to do. Since I’d never had or planned to have either, I’d never considered the act.
Sanai carries herself with a regal air. She is destined to be a trophy on some lucky man’s arm. A savage part of me is willing to kill for the honor of being that worthy male.
Right now, she’s looking at my dick like it’s the trophy. I have just buried my thighs between her legs. I’m a staunch supporter of equal opportunity for women. So…
Her first lick makes my toes curl in my shoes. When she wraps those perfect lips around the head, I have to reach behind her to use the massage table for balance. I am a man who is always in control. But when I feel the scrape of her incisors against my sensitive flesh, I nearly spend in her mouth.
The thought of a bite, in a place like this, should send me reeling back into the dark recesses of my mind. Back to the horror-laced vision of a white-haired demon taking a pound of flesh and blood from me. But Sanai’s accidental graze has my balls tightening.
Maybe I’ve developed a fetish as part of my PTSD from the incident? I am having sex in the den of a vampire nightclub, with a woman I only met less than an hour ago. A woman who makes me feel like I’ll die if I don’t come inside her.
Sanai protests as I pull her off my cock. She releases my dick with a pop. The spark in her gaze is now fire.
“I need to be inside you,” I say.
“You were just inside me.” Her tone is saucy, her lips in a petulant frown.
“Get back on the table.” My voice is low, hard. I’m running low on patience, and I need her to obey me. “Now.”
Her breath catches. The fire in her eyes ignites. She likes being bossed around. Good, because I need her to hold still while I fuck her senseless.
Sanai lifts her gown and prowls backward onto the table. My gaze latches onto the flushed skin between her legs. It still glistens from my earlier attention.
My hands find the rip in her dress. I take the ruined fabric and tear out a strip. Sanai gasps at my handiwork, but she does not protest. I use the material to bind her hands together. This time, I tie a butterfly knot. The loops of the knot, along with the colors of the fabric, adorn her skin, and make my dick even harder.
Once she’s bound, I kneel between her thighs. Part of me wants to rip the entire gown to shreds and refashion the design by tying her down to the table. But my cock is impatient.
I don’t have a condom, and I realize I don’t care. I know I’m clean because I haven’t been in a relationship for months. If she has something, I’ll catch it too, because there is no way I’m not getting inside this woman. If a child results…
The thought knocks some sense into me. Not the sense to pull the head of my cock away from her entrance. It knocks me flush up against her swollen lips. Because the thought of this woman with her belly swollen with my babe is the most erotic thing ever.
I push into her. At first, the way is easy. She is still slick from my tongue. She is also tight.
Sanai winces as I breach her flesh. I hope to God she’s not hurt, because I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop.
Her inner walls don’t try to push me out. Her muscles grab hold of me, trying to suck me deeper inside. I oblige, and push in further.
Sanai gasps. Her eyes are wide with what looks like surprise. Her lips part, and a low moan escapes her mouth.
My brain is so fogged over with desire and ecstasy that I can’t remember the difference between