The Other Side Of Midnight

She needs this as much as I do.

She leans forward and presses her breast against my mouth. My tongue draws to the rosy peak and flicks lightly across the hard nipple. As I savor the sweet sensation, she leans close and whispers, “I can’t believe I’ve taken all of you. You are so damn big.”

I catch her nipple in my mouth and begin to suck it hard.

She moans and begins to bounce on top of me, her young flesh shimmering in the moonlight as she rides my swollen cock. Then, from somewhere deep inside I feel an ancient fear, rising to the surface, warning me to beware.

Did you ask permission?

Yes, yes, I did. She wanted me to.

Did you trick her?

Never. Never. It is not her who is my prisoner, it is me who is hers.

I look at her face; it is contorted with primal craving. Her eyes are closed and her body arched. I call her name, and she opens her eyes and stares down at me, and for a second I am shocked. Her eyes are almost silvery. She is powerful. I see it now. She is powerful and she doesn’t even know it.

It is not just a legend. She is real. The prophecy is real.

My thoughts blur and swim as the animal lust of her tight pussy squeezing my cock rushes into my head. I grab her shapely ass and slam her up and down my cock. I forget to be gentle. I forget this is her first time. I forget the world outside. I forget everything. I even forget I am the devil.

I see only the goddess I had glimpsed in her eyes a moment ago. I only know where I belong. Inside Autumn. I fuck her as hard as I can, hurting her, hurting her, hurting her. A roar fills my ears, like an inferno of destruction, as she rides me uncaring of her own safety.

I hear her scream. She’s climaxing too. I have taken her with me. It is pure bliss. I’ll never let her go. She’s mine now. Forever.

The explosion comes and I howl her name again and again. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Chapter 44

Autumn

As dawn starts to light up the sky, Rocco moves away from my body and lies on his back and closes his eyes. He must be tired. We never slept the whole night. Most of it feels like a fantasy now.

Him, going down on me as I lay back on these very sheets, teeth clenched and cresting toward another orgasm. Him, kissing me tenderly as he pushed into me with long, slow, delicious strokes. Me going down on his big, pale cock, until he grabbed me and turned me into a panting, sweating, desperate mess.

It is, without doubt, the most amazing night of my life. And now I know what all the fuss is about. Sex is wonderful. There is not one part of the night that hasn’t been mind-blowingly-incredible. I climaxed so many times I can no longer remember how many.

I turn to look at Rocco and my heart clenches. There is something soft and angelic about Rocco with closed eyes. He looks younger and somehow vulnerable as if he has suffered greatly, which of course, must just be a trick of the light. Rocco is the most privileged person I know.

I reach out to lightly trace my fingers over the curve of his sensuous mouth. Such an insatiable mouth. A smile slips onto my face as I remember how much he loved eating my pussy.

His eyes flutter open and he smiles as he meets my gaze.

The smile is sweet and kind, and it tugs at my emotions. “I should go. Sam will be waiting for me,” I whisper.

“Before you go…” He gets onto his side and parts my legs.

I should protest, my pussy is still swollen and sore, but I remember the amazing pleasure he can give with his mouth and tongue. I’m not late. There’s still time. I close my eyes and moan as he begins to work his magic.

He slides his tongue in and out of my pussy, mimicking what his strong cock did all night long. My hips start to move, begging for more. I want to be stretched again. To feel so full and tight. Then he starts to eat my pussy in a way designed to tease and torment. My voice becomes hoarse with groaning, calling his name and begging him to let me come. The heat inside me mounts and mounts. I become incoherent with desire, my hips grinding restlessly against his mouth.

“Please, Rocco. Please.” I mewl at him as my body writhes and twists.

“Not yet, Autumn. Not yet.”

Then I feel a sensation of electrifying power run through me, and my body arches off the bed. The climax is so strong my eyes roll upwards and my mouth opens in a soundless scream. I feel my spirit soar as if out of my body. It is the most incredible feeling. When I come back my body feels like lead. I don’t want to leave him, but I know I must go.