“I’m ready now,” she whimpers, crying out as she presses her ass against me. “Please.”
“I love to hear you beg me. Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please, fuck me. Drink my blood. Just give me something.”
My heart beats wildly in my chest. “That’s a good little wife, begging your husband for his big fat cock. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, please.”
I keep rubbing my dick through her wetness as she cries out she wants all of it. “Just remember, you begged for this.” I press the head of my cock to her entrance, and she arches her back.
“Oh, god,” she moans out.
I pull her neck closer to my mouth, ready to bite her. “God’s not in this room tonight, only the devil. Ready to sin.” I sink my teeth into her sweet skin, siphoning the blood from her jugular.
She groans and squirms, pushing her ass against me. “Don’t stop,” she pleads.
I know I’ll have to stop soon, or I’ll drink her dry. I can’t turn her.
I reward myself with a few more drops of her blood, and then abruptly stop as she cries out. “I can’t drink all your blood, Allison.”
She glances at me over her shoulder, her eyes on fire as she looks at me. “I know you can’t, but it doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy every drop you drink.”
“You like pain?” It’s more of a question because I know she likes the way it feels when I bite into her neck, but I don’t know what pain threshold is too much for her, and I never want to hurt her.
“I like the pain you give me. I like the pleasure you give me too.”
“I’ll give you everything, Allison.” I thrust my hips, entering her balls deep, and she lets out a passionate cry. “Like that?” I ask as I continue to pump deep inside her.
“Yes, please… yes.”
I claw at her back, my nails breaking the skin, and lick up the wetness of blood each scrape leaves behind.
“More. More,” she screams.
As I pound inside her, I howl and groan, making the most primitive sounds. “You’re such a good wife, handling my cock so well. You make me so fucking hot,” I tell her, flipping her over so she’s underneath me, staring into my eyes, taking my cock like a good girl.
Now it’s her turn to rake her nails down my back.
“Yes,” I grit out as her nails break skin, causing me to hammer into her faster. I want to bite her again but am too afraid I’ll drain her. I try to control the urge but weaken with each thrust of my hips.
“Mark me,” she says, obviously reading my thoughts about how badly I need her blood coursing with my own.
“No.” I shake my head, slamming my dick into her, placing the hand that’s not holding me up around the base of her throat. “No, I don’t want to drink you dry.”
“You won’t. Just do it,” she orders.
I tighten my grip on her neck. “I’m the one who gives the orders.” I kiss her lips, sucking her tongue into my mouth, my body completely overwhelmed with lust.
She kisses me back with everything she has, and I loosen my hold on her neck, letting her move with the passion of this kiss. I keep kissing her, fucking her, driving my cock deep inside her as her legs cling to my waist, and her nails dig into my skin.
I’m enraptured, and she’s my savior.
In a split-second decision, as her body is getting off under me, I sink my teeth into her skin, harder than before, drinking the blood she offers me.
It’s so fucking good.
Each molecule flows through me, making me high. As soon as her body calms from her orgasm, I stop sucking, letting my body build toward its ultimate release.