Bloodlust - Midnight Shadows Part 7

"I need more blood," she protested.

Not only wasn't she getting any more of his blood, but she'd had all the c.o.c.k he intended to give her. Placing his hands on her waist, he lifted her hips.

"No!"

She resisted and he had to use most of his strength to pry her off his deflating c.o.c.k.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, reaching for him.

Still holding her by the waist, he rose. Crossing the living room, he placed her on the dark leather sofa. Retracing his steps, he s.n.a.t.c.hed up his pants and pulled them on over his nude body. Then he leaned back against the apartment door, staring at her.

She pressed back against the sofa. Parting her legs, she used her hands to part her wet folds, exposing her p.u.s.s.y. "Come get some more, Drei."

He shook his head. "I've had plenty, thanks."

She frowned and sat forward. "Since when have you been satisfied after f.u.c.king me once? What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

She exploded off the sofa and flashed across the room to stare up at him. "What have you been doing? Who have you been doing?"

"No one you need be concerned about."

She pressed her body against his.

Recalling another body with big legs, full b.r.e.a.s.t.s, a slightly swelled stomach and a nice round a.s.s grinding against his thighs as he struggled not to tear off her clothes and shoot his aching c.o.c.k deep within her fragrant p.u.s.s.y, his c.o.c.k jumped to instant attention.

She smiled. "Good. My a.s.s is feeling neglected. So let's go to bed so you can take care of it." Crossing her left wrist over the right one, she raised her hands over her head. "You can tie me up to that wicked contraption you have in your bedroom and have your wicked way with me." She turned and walked through the door leading into the hall.

He watched her until she disappeared through the door. Why the h.e.l.l had he ever thought her a.s.s was anything but narrow and flat as the proverbial d.a.m.n board? Why should he waste his time with a tiny, flat-chested fem who forgot him the moment they were separated, when he could be down South wooing a pa.s.sionate woman whose hunger for him was almost palpable?

He pushed away from the door and followed her. In his bedroom, he found her seated facing his windows, her a.s.s exposed to his gaze. The bondage seat fit her body perfectly, as well it should, since he had bought it with her in mind. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "Lube up, lover, and come slide that big c.o.c.k all the way up my a.s.s."

He moved around the bondage seat to face her. "I'll have to take a rain check."

"What?"

"I have to leave." He leaned down and pressed a quick, pa.s.sionless kiss against her lips. "I'll call you when I get back."

"Get your black a.s.s back here and f.u.c.k me!" she snapped.

"Can't. I have to do a favor for Tat."

"Let the b.i.t.c.h do her own favors."

He clenched his hands into fists to keep from wrapping his fingers around her neck. "I'll only say this once. If you ever call her a b.i.t.c.h again, I will wring your G.o.dd.a.m.n neck." He leaned close and stared into her dark gaze. "Is that clear?"

Ignoring her startled look, he strolled into the adjourning bathroom. He showered slowly, lathering with the fragrant soap Tat had manufactured especially for him. After standing under the warm water racking his brain for the best plain to get Dacoda to forgive him, he wrapped a towel around his damp body and returned to his bedroom.

He froze in the doorway, his gaze narrowing and his lips compressing into an angry line. The room looked like a cyclone had touched down. His dresser drawers were pulled out. The contents lay shredded and scattered all over the floor. His walk-in closet doors hung on one hinge.

Breathing deeply to keep his rage in check, he considered the message sprawled in blood on the shattered mirror of his tallboy. When you come to your senses, you're going to have to kiss my a.s.s all over this country before I'll even consider forgiving you. And oh yeah, you' re going to need a new toy.

He swung around to consider the leather bondage swing. She'd pulled most of it apart. Instead of annoying him, as he was sure she'd hoped, the ruined seat elicited a smile.

He'd have to get another one anyway. There was no way this one would have supported Dacoda's weight. Moving to his closet, he managed to find one suit Veelee hadn't pulled apart at the seams.

Dressing, he picked up his cell phone and keys and left his apartment. When he saw how low his SUV sat, he swallowed rapidly, several times. All four of his tires were flat. He switched his gaze to the new luxury sedan in the adjacent parking s.p.a.ce. Those tires were flat as well.

He dialed Veelee's cell phone number and got her voice mail. "You vindictive b.i.t.c.h. My clothes were bad enough, but how dare you touch my rides? You stay the h.e.l.l away from me or I'll paddle that flat a.s.s of yours so hard you'll need an a.s.s transplant before you can sit again."

He returned to his apartment to call a cab. While he waited, he called the airport to check on flights to North Carolina.

Later the next afternoon, after having ascertained that Dacoda had not returned home, he parked his rented SUV a half mile from Dacoda's family home. Before he saw her and had to make his case, he wanted to take a walk to clear his head.

Her family's old, three-story Victorian home was down a winding road just in front of a grove of magnolia trees. Standing just out of eyesight of anyone in the house, he moved down a narrow path to the right of the house.

Within minutes of taking the path, he detected faint noises. Although almost inaudible, he recognized them as moans... s.e.xually generated. A smile curved his lips. Someone was having a little fun in the surrounding woods.

He paused, half turned, then decided he wanted to see the woman adventurous enough to have s.e.x less than a mile from someone's house. It was probably one of Dacoda's uptight cousins. If the mean-spirited hussy was caught in the act of f.u.c.king, he' d make sure to use it against her if she dared to dis Dacoda in his presence.

As he drew nearer, he frowned. The air bore the aroma of a familiar p.u.s.s.y. What the h.e.l.l? He came to a clearing and blinked in surprise.

A blanket was spread on the ground. A naked, full-figured woman lay on her back, her eyes closed, making soft, ecstatic sounds as she fondled her large, lovely b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Lying between her long, dark legs, a white man with blond hair nibbled at her c.l.i.t as he finger-f.u.c.ked her p.u.s.s.y.

"Oh G.o.d! Oh yes. That feels so good. You have such a sweet tongue. Oh my G.o.d! I' m coming... I'm coming!"

"Come for me, baby. Come for me."

As Andrei stood frozen, Dacoda clasped her hands over the back of the big dumb blond's head, thrust her hips up against his fingers, sobbed and shook as her p.u.s.s.y gushed over his thrusting fingers.

The blond licked her swollen wet folds, still finger f.u.c.king her, until she gave a long sigh of contentment and lay against the blanket. "Oh G.o.d, Evan, that was good."

"Yes," he murmured, his voice slurred with pa.s.sion. He pressed several lingering kisses against her glistening inner thighs before he rose to his knees. His zipper was down and his erect c.o.c.k stuck out of his pants and briefs. "And now I have someone here who wants to taste that sweet p.u.s.s.y of yours."

She opened her eyes. Noting his c.o.c.k, she smiled and rubbed her p.u.s.s.y. "Cover him up and then come on in," she invited.

The man dug a condom out of his pocket, covered his c.o.c.k and lay between her legs with his d.i.c.k pressed at her entrance. "Baby, I need to be inside you."

She held her folds apart, exposing the pink flesh of her p.u.s.s.y. "So what are you waiting for? I'm wet and ready to be speared. f.u.c.k me."

"Not in this life." Andrei flashed forward, grabbed the blond by the back of his neck, pulled him from between her legs and tossed him several feet away. He turned and stared into the man's startled gaze. Sleep. Stay asleep until I give you permission to awaken.

He turned back to face Dacoda, expecting her to be shocked and embarra.s.sed. Instead, she smiled at him, fingering her p.u.s.s.y. "Andrei. I wondered how long you were going to watch before jealousy got the best of you and you decided you had to have some of this wet p.u.s.s.y for yourself."

He moved forward. Standing between her legs, he stared down at her. "You knew I was there? How?"

She shrugged. "I don't know how I knew. I just did." She frowned and glanced toward the blond. "He'd better not be hurt, Andrei."

He compressed his lips and made no effort to rea.s.sure her. How dare the shameless b.i.t.c.h lay before him with her legs spread as wide as they could go, with moisture seeping out of her p.u.s.s.y-her pretty, pink, aromatic p.u.s.s.y.

"Well? You going to stand over me all afternoon or are you going to whip out that lethal weapon of yours and f.u.c.k me?"

"You shameless alley cat."

She laughed, rose to her knees and reached toward his pants.

He slapped her hand away. "I told you not to touch me!"

"So you did, but that was before you allowed your jealousy to show."

"What the h.e.l.l makes you think I'm jealous?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's the lovely shade of green around your gills."

He bared his incisors and growled low in his throat.

"Oh, I like a man who wants me so much it makes him feral."

"You're crazy."

"Maybe so, but guess what? You interrupted me as I was about to get laid, so you can just lay me yourself." She flashed an impish smile at him and reached for his zipper. This time he stood glaring at her as she slid it down.

Rather than immediately reaching inside and drawing out his c.o.c.k, she cupped her hands over his a.s.s and pressed her cheek against his groin, inhaling deeply. "Oh G.o.d, Andrei, you smell so good." She looked up at him, her dark eyes alight with pure, unadulterated l.u.s.t. "I can't wait to feel you sliding inside me."

"Who knew you could be such a b.i.t.c.h?"

"You know what I told you about calling me that again." She drew back and slid her hand inside his pants.

He caught his breath as her soft fingers found their way into his briefs to brush against his already hard c.o.c.k. She withdrew her hand, unb.u.t.toned his pants and quickly pushed them and his briefs over his hips and below his a.s.s.

His c.o.c.k sprang forward.

"Oh my G.o.d." She sank back on her haunches and sat staring at him, licking her lips. "Oh my G.o.d, Andrei." She raised her gaze to his. "It's so big and thick and so absolutely gorgeous." She stroked her fingers along her p.u.s.s.y. "And so mine." She pressed her warm lips against the head, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

She stretched out on her back, spreading her legs wide. "Come f.u.c.k me, my handsome vampire," she invited.

Feeling as if an invisible, inflexible and ever shortening cord stretched between them, he dropped to his knees. The aroma of her p.u.s.s.y invaded his senses. Feeling almost drunk with desire, he cupped his hands under her large a.s.s and buried his face against her.

He stuck his tongue inside her. Tasting her. She was beyond sweet. He'd never tasted a more delicious p.u.s.s.y. Settling against her, he devoured her with a swift, rapacious hunger he made no effort to control.

Her deep-throated moans spurred him on. Transferring his lips from her juicy c.u.n.t to her c.l.i.t, he f.u.c.ked two of his fingers inside her. She shuddered, closed her heavy thighs around his head, curled her fingers in his hair and came. Eager to capture every drop of her sweet juice, he closed his mouth over her p.u.s.s.y and licked and sucked her as she shuddered into a prolonged, messy climax.

Pressing a last kiss against her wet folds, he kissed his way from her p.u.s.s.y, over her belly, to her chest. Closing his lips over her right breast, he positioned himself between her legs.

"Oh!" She gasped as he ground his groin against her. "That feels so good." She stroked her fingers through his hair. "Andrei?"

He lifted his head and looked up at her. "What?"

"f.u.c.k me-right now."

Settling his lips over her left breast, he palmed his c.o.c.k, positioned it at the entrance to her p.u.s.s.y and thrust forward.

"Oh! Wait," she cried as the head of his c.o.c.k forced its way between her outer folds and into her c.u.n.t. She pressed her hands against his shoulders. "Don't try to get it all in."

He lifted his head and stared down at her, his eyes glowing. "You wanted it, you're going to get it all. Right now."

"Andrei, wait!"

He grabbed her hips to hold her still as she wiggled in protest. "The time for waiting is past. You think you can tease me and then try to give this p.u.s.s.y to another man? h.e.l.l no. You wanted it, you take it all. Now!" Sliding his hands under her a.s.s, he forced his length deep into her tight p.u.s.s.y.

Her fingers raked down his back. "Andrei! Oh my G.o.d, you'll split me open."

Groaning, he pushed the last few inches into her. With his c.o.c.k completely engulfed in what felt like a silky, caressing glove made especially for him, he shuddered, fighting hard not to come. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers. "d.a.m.n, you are one sweet b.i.t.c.h."

"Ease a few inches out," she gasped.

"h.e.l.l no. I'm going to enjoy every inch of your delicious c.u.n.t." He rotated his hips, withdrew slightly and then, forcing himself not to thrust, eased all the way back into her.

"It hurts, Andrei."

"I know." He lifted his head and looked down in her eyes. "I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you for a long time, my sweet little alley cat. I can't bear to pull an inch out of you for more than a second."

He brushed his lips against hers. "Just relax."

"Andrei! Oh, Andrei." She dug her nails into his back. "d.a.m.n you, this hurts like h.e.l.l."

"But it's a sweet pain." He sucked at her bottom lip. "Yes, my lovely b.i.t.c.h?"

"Yes," she whispered.

Pleased by the admission, he rested his weight on his extended arms and began to withdraw his c.o.c.k.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, tightening her c.u.n.t around him.

He laughed and pulled his c.o.c.k out. "Don't worry, my sweet kitty, I'm not stopping. I'm going to make this more enjoyable for you."

"It's too big and hard and I'm never going to enjoy being f.u.c.ked by you."

Even as she made that a.s.sertion, when he slid behind her and lifted her top leg to rest over his, she pushed her hips backwards. Smiling, he leisurely thrust his c.o.c.k back into her p.u.s.s.y.

As he slid home, he pressed his groin against her a.s.s. Cupping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with one hand, he moved the thumb of his other hand over her c.l.i.t.

"Oooh!"

"Is that better?" he murmured the question against the back of her ear as he slid his c.o.c.k slowly back and forth in her hot channel.

She wiggled her a.s.s against his groin and reached between her legs to cup her hand over his b.a.l.l.s. "Maybe just a little. Oh, Andrei. Your b.a.l.l.s are so heavy."