Natalia
CALL ME DALTON
DALTON
N atalia steps away from me again, genuine fear reflected in her eyes. I reach for her once more and she stumbles, tripping on the legs of the bench, slowing time down with her fall. I act quickly, without thinking, snagging one of her hands, sweeping her legs out from under her, and rolling my body until she falls directly on top of me.
A pained cough wheezes out of me, the hard flooring knocking the air from my lungs and Natalia stealing the rest. Fuck, that hurts.
“Oh, my God. Are you okay? Why did you do that?” Chocolate eyes peer down at me with concern, and I soak it up. Maybe she sensed my wires weren’t quite right, but Samantha rarely tended to my bruised knees or scraped elbows, appearing almost uncaring when I got hurt as a child. Cunt. Maybe I should’ve buried her in the walls so she could witness this moment, a stranger showing more concern for me than she ever had, and Natalia was fearful of me less than a minute ago.
“It didn’t hurt,” I lie, grunting when I shift beneath her weight.
“Oh,” she squeaks, moving to get off me, but I grasp her waist, forcing her to continue lying on top of me. It feels nice. She’s not heavy. No, carting dead bodies with full on rigor mortis is heavy, grueling work at times. It’s why I don’t fault her for leaving Jason in a corner. I might have pieces of him in my fridge yet.
“Zachary—”
“Please, call me Dalton.” She freezes, breasts resting against my rib cage. I shoot a glance down, admiring the voluptuous globes.
“My eyes are up here,” she quips, but I can hear the smile in her voice, lifting my face to return it.
“I know, my flower,” I whisper, face twitching. A shift, beneath sinew and bone, happens. It hits me. I want to keep her, permanently. Soft fingers lightly brush across my cheek. I lie still, not wanting to spook her, enjoying the brief return of the Natalia from before she learned my name. What was it about my name that had her looking at me like a frightened kitten? She saw me kill Jason, so it’s not like she realized I’m a killer.
“Do you know your father?” Her voice is as whisper soft as mine was. A true temptress, voice lulling me into complacency. Shaking my head, I brazenly run my hands up from her hip, enjoying the little hitch in her breathing. I was right. She’s incredibly soft, back arching slightly the higher I climb, grinding her bare pussy against my denim covered cock.
“Dalton,” she gasps, hips shifting minutely. Oh, my flower is fighting it. Electric currents zip from her to me and back again, charging the air. My thumbs brush the sides of her breast, pulling another breathless gasp from her lips.
“I hate to assume, but I’m pretty sure I’m the only virgin in this scenario, so please,” my hips jerk up, grinding my cock against her. Her moan is my reward. “Ride me, Natalia. You’ve got to know how.”
“I shouldn’t.” Her fingers dig into my chest, hips sliding back and forth despite her words.
Smiling up at her, raising my hips to meet hers, I praise her. “That’s it, baby. That feels good. Keep doing that. You’re doing such a good job.” She moans helplessly, hips picking up speed, tightening my balls. I’m going to come from a living person for the second time in my life.
My nails dig into her skin, urging her to keep grinding on me. Her head throws back, mouth open, releasing moan after moan. Pleasure races down my spine, balls drawing up. I’m so fucking close and I yearn to drive my cock deep into her pussy, emptying my cum inside of her.
Oh, fuck this. That’s exactly what I’m going to do, rolling us until she’s beneath me, beautiful skin flushed, nipples beaded and dampness coating her thighs. She’s fucking dripping for me. All mine .
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NATALIA
A needy whine slips from my lips and I close my eyes, ashamed at how close I let a Lasher bring me to climax. Dalton tsks at me, soft lips brushing over mine.
Popping my eyes open, I shake my head at him. “We can’t.” It sounds pathetic even to my ears, but less than an hour or who the fuck knows ago, he was pulling the flesh from my ex. Instinctively, I know we’re approaching the point of no return. And it involves me screaming his name as I come.
Resting my hands on his chest, I give a weak push. He huffs, dropping like dead weight on top of me.
“Dalton!” I shout around giggles, which was probably his intent, sucking the tension from the room. His nose glides along my check, a ghost of a touch.
“Come on, little flower. We were both so close.” Turning my head leaves our lips nearly colliding. Hunger stares at me through blue orbs.
“Dalton.” His name is a breathless plea, but I don’t know what I’m asking for. A predatory grin spreads over the landscape of handsome features, dimples winking. His lips find my neck, peppering kisses, making me arch into him. A hand glides up my thigh, teasing my folds.
“Dalton,” I beg again. He can’t do this to me. I shouldn’t let him.
“Relax,” he coaxes, fingers growing bolder. Pleasure coils within me and I lift my hips impatiently. A groan gets trapped against my skin, two of Dalton’s fingers slipping inside of me. Biting my lip, I roll my hips again, moaning at the semi-thickness of his fingers impaling me.
“Fuck, love. You’re so wet in here.” His fingers curl, hitting a spot that curls my toes.
“Right there,” I shout, rocking my hips, fucking his fingers. But before I can come apart, he yanks his fingers free, pulling a growl from me. He laughs, easing his weight off of me, unbuttoning his shirt. Saliva dries up in my mouth. I’m really doing this, watching each button pop free until he’s pulling the halves off, abs flexing with the movement.
Standing up, he makes quick work of his jeans, kicking the discarded garment to the side, cock bobbing in the air. My walls clench at the thickness, my pussy begging to be filled. Dalton kneels until we’re eye level.
“I’ve never done this before, my sweet flower, so bear with me. There’s no going back after this.” His hair flops against his forehead as he shakes his head. He’s right. Licking my lips, I run a finger along the veiny length. Dalton hisses, hips jerking toward me.
“Now,” he groans. “I need inside you now.” My legs spread wider in invitation. Dalton rushes forward, body caging me in.
“Here goes,” he whispers, leaning to give me a chaste kiss, cock teasing my entrance. My legs wrap around his waist, hips raising to help ease him inside. We both groan at the first inch sliding in, my nails digging into his back. It’s so thick and feels so good. Dragging my nails down makes Dalton arch, driving more of his cock into me until he bottoms out.
“Fuck,” he chokes out, eyes closed, tendons jumping in his neck. I can feel his cock twitching inside me, fighting to not release immediately. It’s kind of cute. Kissing the side of his mouth, I clench around him and he shouts, eyes snapping open and cock jerking, filling me with his cum. I laugh, emboldened at taking his first time and making him come on the first thrust.
“Damned minx,” he mutters, pulling out, and before I can complain, he thrusts back in, hard, scooting me forward. His smile is malicious, and he picks a fast pace, cock hardening inside me, pelvis teasing my clit with each thrust. Within minutes, I’m moaning, walls fluttering around his cock.
“That’s it. Come for me. Come all over my cock. It’s fucking yours,” he growls, hips diving into me rapidly, allowing me no time to breathe around the intense pleasure flooding me, edging me closer and closer to splintering apart beneath him. What the fuck am I allowing him to do?
The next thrust breaks me, ripping a scream of pure bliss, my body tightening around Dalton. He groans in my ear, never breaking pace, fucking me through my climax and into another like a damn man possessed.
“Give it to me, Natalia. All of it. I want all of you.” His hand wraps around my throat, cutting off my gasps and pleasure slams into me. Dalton quits thrusting, grinding his hips into me, prolonging my orgasm and I can feel his cock filling me up. When the last aftershock fades, we lie there, his cock nestled within me, foreheads touching.
Fucking Lasher. I let a Lasher fuck me. Sarah will never believe this, or maybe she will.