Nightwolf

“What if I could make you feel beautiful?” I tell her, emotion flooding my chest, mixing with the lust and catching me off-guard. I swallow the lump in my throat. “What if you didn’t have to think about anything except me and how good I make you feel?”

“I’d like that,” she says, running her fingers down my neck, her eyes following their path, until she’s at my shirt, wrapping her fingers around the hem and pulling it up.

I help her, getting my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor, then pulling down my boxer briefs, until my cock is bobbing free, so painfully hard. I immediately make a tight fist around the base, trying to quell the desire that’s building inside me like fire that’s raging too close to gasoline.

“But promise me one thing,” she murmurs, her hands running down my chest, her nails scratching over my abs, reaching down until she’s taking a hold of my dick too, her hands so small compared to mine. “Make me bleed.”

I blink, doing a double take, trying to ignore the way my pulse just sped up. “What?” I ask thickly.

She stares up at me through her long black lashes and again I know I’ll do anything this woman asks me to do. “Make me bleed,” she says softly, her eyes gleaming. “Make me hurt. Just make me feel something other than what I’ve been feeling.”

I shake my head, though a part of me, the part I keep buried deep in the darkness inside where it festers, it wants to make her bleed too.

It wants to feed from her.

I close my eyes, breathing in sharply through my nose, and try to get a grip.

“I don’t…” I begin, but when I open my eyes, she’s staring at me like she’s possessed by her own wishes and I can’t say no.

I can’t say no.

“Fuck me, Wolf,” she says, lifting up her hands to her breasts, letting them drift over her nipples that tighten at her touch.

All that energy building inside me, those flames burning to close to the fuel, her words ignite it on the spot.

I’m incinerated.

A low, animalistic growl sounds from deep within me and then I’m on her, grabbing her by the neck, attacking her with my mouth. I kiss her hard and fast, a movement of lips and teeth and tongue, and it’s violent and messy and it’s us gone wild, going up in flames.

I have to get inside her now, before I fucking lose it.

I pull away and she’s breathless and whimpering and then I’m pushing her backward until she falls on the bed, her eyes feverish with desire. She quickly moves backward on my sheets, spreading her legs wide for me and that flash of tender skin makes me salivate, knowing how addictive and honey sweet she tastes.

I climb onto the bed on my knees and pull her hips even closer toward me. Her cunt is bare, wet and waiting. It’s beautiful. The perfect pink with an inviting sheen that’s begging me to take a taste. I trail my lips and tongue from the inside of her knee and up the silky path of her inner thighs, bringing a breathless moan from the depths of her. She arches her back, pushing herself into my mouth greedily, wanting more.

“Easy now,” I say against her. “I know what’s good for you.”

And she’s what’s good for me. She tastes like heaven and I take my time running my tongue around her clit, up and down the swells before plunging it inside her, lost to the way she squeezes around me.

“Oh god, don’t stop,” she cries out, reaching out for my hair and giving my strands a desperate tug until my scalp stings from the pain. She wants me to hurt her but fuck I love it when she hurts me.

I pull away for a moment, using my fingers instead to play with her, teasing her swollen clit that’s blooming like a rose before thrusting my fingers inside her. I’m enthralled as she closes her eyes and arches her neck. “Fuck me, hurt me, please. I just want to come, I just need to feel.”

Her words are full of this husky desperation that makes me harder than ever.

“Then come,” I tell her. “Come for me like a good girl, and then I’ll give you everything you want.”

I know she can’t come on command though, it’s all up to me.

I let my fingers do their magic, stroking all her sacred spots in all the right ways until she’s raising her hips higher and higher, and then I’m bringing my wet mouth back down and spitting on her before taking her out with my tongue, lapping her up in rough rhythmic strokes.

Amethyst suddenly cries out, as if the orgasm has taken her by surprise, and I can feel her pulsing, racing beneath my lips and around my fingers. It’s wild, it’s messy, it’s wet as sin and this is just the beginning.