Chapter Twenty-One – Jack
Chapter Twenty-One
Jack
I was hard in an instant—I hadn’t stopped being hard after fucking her mouth, once I’d realized this was next and was almost certain that she’d let me. I rubbed the rim of her asshole with my wet thumb and heard her moan, “Oh, God.”
That was my cue. I came up close behind her and pulled my cock up through her dripping pussy, and then set it where it belonged, the last place on her that I needed to know—that I couldn’t go through the rest of my hopefully long life without knowing.
I reached down and moved one of her knees out, sending her lower, and then I bent over her, supporting myself on one hand, as I used the other to steady my slow slide in.
Angela twisted her head back to look at me and I caught her lips in a deep kiss.
I loved feeling her pant and tense against me, knowing I was stretching her wide, but also knowing that she could handle it, because right now she was mine.
I rocked my head back even as I kept pushing in, taking her lower lip with me, dragging it between my teeth, watching her eyes go half-lidded and feeling her shudder.
I let go of my cock and wrapped her with my arm, holding her against me as I pushed myself deep, until I landed inside her ass as far as I could go.
“Oh Angela,” I breathed against the veil of her hair.
She nodded quickly and started to wriggle, begging to be taken, sinking a hand between her thighs.
“I just…,” she started without finishing.
“I know,” I answered her, biting against her shoulder with human teeth, and rose up to start to thrust.
I never pulled out of her all the way, just up until the point where the ridged head of my cock caught the rim of her ass and tugged. She was so tight, and it felt so good, but I didn’t want to ever leave her.
She slowly lowered herself down, one bent arm braced against the ground, her cheek against her coat, calling my name softly with each of my strokes, “Jack, Jack, Jack.”
“You like that?” I asked her, every bit as solemn as when she had asked me.
“Yeah,” she said, just as truthful as I had been, as she nodded and pushed back against me.
I could feel her touching herself as my balls swung against her, I could scent the sex all around us, and I knew the mess her juices were making on her thighs.
“Oh Jack, yes, please,” she said, biting her lips and closing her eyes.
I felt her hand flutter and then her ass grabbed me tight as she cried out aloud.
She writhed against me, the ring of her tight asshole slipping up and down my cock, her life suffusing me in a deep, dark wave.
I felt it slap against me, and I let it take me down.
“Angela,” I groaned, pinning myself deep in her, still hard, until she finished with a moan. I let her catch her breath, and then she pouted, looking back, realizing I’d denied her.
“Why didn’t you come for me?” she asked, sounding hurt.
I opened my mouth but knew I shouldn’t tell her why—that I wasn’t ready to give her up.
“Jack, it’s not fair,” she protested, pulling herself to all fours again.
I laughed. “I’m a vampire. Who the hell told you we were fair?” I stroked a hand down the curve of her ass to where it met the meat of her thigh, unwilling to meet her gaze.
She made a peeved sound and moved forward, set to pull herself off of me over this betrayal. I caught her waist before she could. “I don’t want to stop fucking you,” I confessed aloud. Not tonight, and maybe not ever, I kept to myself.
“Jack,” she began, preparing to chastise me further, I thought, but she waited until I looked her in the eyes to continue. “It’s not dawn yet,” she said, her voice thick with promise, her lips pulling into a tempting smile as she wriggled back on me, grinding. “And you promised every which way.”
I ground my teeth together. “Fuck,” I muttered, watching her, feeling her, making it a complaint, a verb, and an emotion. She laughed at that, which made her squeeze around me, and the sensation echoed up my spine and back down into my cock.
“And if this is my last night on earth, Jack,” she went on, knowing full well she was going to get her way, “I want to slide into hell feeling broken.”
I let go of her long enough for her to sway her ass temptingly, and then steadied her with a hand.
“Broken, eh?” I asked, sliding both my hands up the gorgeous tattoos on her back.
“No, Angela. I’d never break you,” I told her.
I reached beneath her to cup her breasts, and then suddenly pulled her back on me, her thighs spread wide across mine, her ass full of my cock.
She gasped and threw her head back, and I both heard and felt her panting.
I lightly wrapped a hand around her throat, so I could whisper darkly in her ear.
“But if you want to go to hell, I know a devil you can dance with.”
She trembled, in hope or fear I didn’t know, and what was more, my hunger didn’t care, I could feel my fangs piercing through my palate. We’d already tasted her twice, but it wasn’t enough—it would never be enough—which was why I had to fight my urges.
“If you need me to stop, say so, okay?” I warned her.
She nodded frantically. “I’ll try,” she promised.
“I’ll keep watch,” I promised back, kissing below her ear, as I started to thrust.
I pushed and pulled her off of me, it was easy with my strength, making her ass pound against me, open wide.
She ran one arm over her head, trying to clutch my back, while the other scrabbled for traction against my hip, trying to predict what was coming next, or control it, but I wouldn’t let her.
I grabbed her wrists to wind them together and hold them at her waist, using them to brace her as I thudded up.
I reached between her legs with my free hand to bring her wetness up to grace her nipples and let the night air chill them, before sending my fingers back to stroke inside her.
“When I make you come again, Angie,” I promised her, as I laced kisses down her neck, “I’m going to come too—and I’m going to bite you.”
She made a low moan at that, but then said, “What if I don’t?” and I caught a gleam in her eye as I looked up.
“Did I sound like I was giving you a choice?” I had her swollen clit beneath the pad of my middle finger, and every time I circled it I felt her hips tilt.
I kissed a line across her shoulder, and then thrust up into her ass again.
“If I keep doing this,” I threatened, lifting her up and landing her on my cock, and shoving my fingers inside of her to rub her pussy’s hot walls, before stroking her clit in a fast figure-eight, “do you think you’ll be able to stop yourself?
” I nuzzled my face into the space where her neck met her shoulder.
“Do you think you’ll want to stop yourself?
” I whispered, knowing full well what the answer was.
Her breath caught in her throat and I could see her pulse pounding for me, same as I was pounding into her, not taking full strokes anymore, just one inch in, one inch out, forcing her ass to hold the hard thick length of me while I made the nerves of her tight asshole sing.
“Oh God, Jack,” she said, making a groan of my name, and gave up any pretense of defiance, sagging back into my arms. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust, and she started moaning each time I filled her. “Jack—oh fuck,” she whined. “Jack.”
“Yeah,” I whispered in her ear. I held her pinned on me, my fingers shoved deep inside her, her pussy clenching them, begging them for release, but I didn’t want to give it.
No, I wanted to keep fucking her like this forever—like if I fucked her hard enough, I could keep the dawn itself at bay.
I ran my closed teeth up the side of her neck and felt her shudder.
She wrenched a wrist free and grabbed hold of the back of my head, scratching nails against my scalp to keep me there.
“Please, Jack,” she pleaded, willing to risk getting bitten if it meant she got to come, and suddenly it felt like I was not alone.
Like the devil I’d promised her was looking through my eyes experiencing every piece of her for the first time.
Her hot ass wrapped around my cock. My fingers in her soaking pussy—so wet her juices were dripping right down my sack and making a pool on the cement floor.
The scent of sex in this small space was so overwhelming the night air couldn’t blow it away.
I could still taste her perfect cunt in my mouth and knew that her lips still tasted like my seed.
She wriggled against me, shamelessly now, letting go of my hair to pull at her nipples, and I could see her blood soaring inside of her, almost like it was looking for a way out.
I had to help her.
She needed to come for me, so badly.
And then I needed her to bleed.
I let go of her other wrist and grabbed her hips, somehow getting harder, the thick head of my cock plunged so deep.
“Fuck Jack, fuck!” she shouted, falling forward onto all fours, me following her forward, my balls high, my cock ramrod straight, mounting her with increased ferocity, fucking ready to give her my load.
My fangs started sinking through the top of my palate, filling me with dire intent.
I pressed both of us to the ground, her face against her coat and clothes, covering all of her with my body, so she couldn’t get away.
Her eyes squeezed shut and she whined, her hips trapped, pinned, whispering in her ear as I went still.
“You’re going to come, Angie, and you’re going to come hard,” I told her, and felt her shiver at the promise. “You know how I know?”
She shook her head beneath me, still trembling.
“Because I’m going to ask you to,” I told her. I licked my lips and kissed her just below her ear. “Angela,” I started, and I felt her brace herself, as I brought all of my vampiric powers to bear. “Come for me,” I demanded.
Her eyes flew open wide as she tensed and gasped.
Her jaw dropped, and then she was fighting me with her wolf-strength—no, not fighting, just thrashing, coming, senselessly hard, her voice a silent scream.
She bucked beneath me, her ass grabbing my cock like it was a gloved hand, begging for me to come with it.
Her orgasm washed out of her like a flash flood on the desert plain, dangerous, fast, and deep enough to drown in.
I felt it push through me, through my flesh, and bone, and soul, and part of me hoped that it would be enough, while the rest of me knew it wouldn’t be, it could never be, that nothing I ever did would ever make me stop.
I snarled as my fangs burst through and I planted them into her neck as I shoved her ass full of my cock.
She howled, crying out my name out in pain and satisfaction, and I knew my cum was spurting into her in hot waves at the same time as I was sucking her sweet blood out. My cock twitched hard against the walls of her ass, filling her up at the same time as I drank her down.
I closed my eyes, still fucking her. She tasted so exquisite, so perfect, so wonderful, like everything I ever had desired was rolled into each precious life-filled drop, and it was hard to imagine stopping.
Why would I ever want to stop anything as marvelous and meant to be as this?
I was still fucking cumming—no she was still making me cum—as I sucked her neck hard with each savage stroke.
Oh God, I would never get enough of her, as long as I had her blood in me to keep me hard.
We were at an edge I’d never reached before with Paco, or with anyone, and together we were so close to going over. Did she know it, could she tell? She moaned and shuddered in my arms like she was still coming—did she know how much it made me want to bite her until she couldn’t anymore?
“Jack?” she whispered, her voice soft after so much shouting prior.
I snarled at her neck. I didn’t want to hear her. Parts of me didn’t want to know the truth, all the better to keep biting her—and the rest of me was scared of what I’d done.
“Jack,” she tried again, more quietly.
I came to my senses in a rush, pulling back before my fangs were retracted, tearing her skin because it was safer than waiting. It broke the circuit and let me finish, deep inside her, with a final shudder and a grunt.
“Jack,” she moaned. “Oh my God, Jack.”
I swiped an arm against my mouth as I jerked back, pulling out of her entirely. “Are you okay?” I asked her, the second my fangs were short enough.
She turned to look back at me then, with some mixture of awe and reverence on her face. “Yeah.” She reached up to touch her neck, found the blood on it with her fingers, and blinked back to reality.
I knew I’d misspoken earlier. I absolutely would break her if I let myself, and then that would in turn break me.
“I’m not safe and you shouldn’t trust me,” I told her, because it was the truth. If I fucked her again tonight, there’d be no going back, only carnage.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Shut up,” she said, as she fell into my arms.