After Dark ✔️

EIGHT

It hurt.

But only at first.

He rushed into me in such a fast, hard snap that I felt as if my insides would be rearranged. 

I think the small 'yelp' I let out let him know that he needed to be carful, but it didn't stop him from doing his worst. In long hard strides he fucked me with a fierce strength. I was still wet from my first orgasm, allowing him to easily slip in and out of me. The brutal movements cause my breath to leave my lungs. My pussy tightened over and over again around him, the intensity building up quicker than I could have anticipated.

I came almost instantly as the head of his cock rubbed against the most sensitive part of my inner walls. I clenched around him, and it felt good to hear him groan as I throbbed. Unraveling around him was heaven. A false sense of heaven maybe, but a heavenly experience nonetheless.

I heard him let out a shallow 'fuck' as he reared up. His hips thrusted faster, the slap of his thighs against mine echoed through the room. In turn, with each thrust from him I was pushed up further on the bed until my head was nearly hitting the headboard. He reached up and took hold of the top of it with both hands before looking down to me.

He looked glorious above me. His dark eyes focused and possessive, his mouth opened and his fangs sharp and sparkling. My mouth was hanging open, my breath coming in very short and shallow. I could barley moan, groan, or squeak with the way his body hit mine.

It took my breath away.

As if all of the air in my lungs left my body, and I was surviving only on the pleasure coursing through me. I wasn't just on fire, I was electrified.

My core was tightening around him, and my arousal seeped out from between our friction together. Dripping from me, the sounds of the wetness between us clapped along with the echoes of our actions. It was deep, hard, and I could barley hang on.

He moved so hard.

I could tell by the way the muscles in his arms flexed that he was trying to contain himself. He was holding back his true strength and god I'm sure if he let himself loose, he would surely kill me.

He roared and threw his head back. "Fuck..." he yelled. He let go of the headboard and threw himself backwards, but not before reaching under me and pulling me to follow on top of him.

He was still stuffed deep inside of me when his back hit the mattress, and I felt like an absolute mess. My entire body was wet with sweat. There was blood dried all over my neck and shoulder, some even on my chest.

Blood?

Isn't that supposed to disgust me?

Isn't it supposed to be revolting?

Why was it so hot?

Why did the flesh memory and idea of his fangs deep inside of me so arousing?

Why did it make me throb?

Why did I want more, even when it wasn't over yet?

I was too focused on being on top of him to really answer my own questions. The empowering feeling to be on top of this beautiful dark man was making my nipples tingle.

His hands held me by the juncture where my waist and hips met. His fingers dug into my skin, bruises already starting to show.

"Move." He commanded.

Move?

How does he expect me to move?

He has drained me of all my energy, and my inner thighs were so sore from his thrusting, I could barely keep myself upright. As I was trying to steady myself to attempt to move, he became impatient and decided to help me.