I let her finish, though I don’t know why. It does nothing for me.
When she’s finally done, I pull away, annoyed.
Until I look down and see that my cock is standing at full mast.
I rise to a stand and hold out my hand to her. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She practically leads me to the bed, which I find amusing. Even if she feels safer with me than she did on Salem Street, she shouldn’t want me. Not like this.
Her red hair is striking against the white bedding, so vibrant, it’s like she’s been photoshopped. I wonder what she was like before the dead rose. Was she in college? Did she have a boyfriend? I doubt she’ll find our coupling as satisfying as it was with past lovers, but I won’t hurt her.
I mount her, taking the missionary position. I’ll have to look at her when we fuck, which I’ve never done before. I enjoy admiring my work as I release, so I take my partners either seated or doggy style.
“Is this position okay for you?” I ask, deciding it would be better if she was comfortable, because her complaining would only distract me.
“Hurry!”she utters, her chest rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm.
Her enthusiasm is…interesting. Something about this turns her on. Back on Salem, she let me take her, but I’d figured it was more of a thank you for the service I’d provided for her. The absolute torture of her tormentor.
Her smooth thighs brush against my waist, urging me to hasten. Am I annoyed by this? Perhaps. I can’t tell.
Her arms lock around my neck, and she pulls me to her. Does she want me to kiss her? I won’t do that.
“Why do you want this?” I ask, confused.
“You’re courteous.”
My brow pinches together.
“Every other man has taken what they wanted from me, often hurting me as they do. You’re…different.”
“You’re different too,” I confess.
“Do you like that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Will you hurry?”
“Why?”
“I’m still horny from what you did to me.”
I line my cock up with her center and surge into her tightness. She gives a small yelp but digs into my ass with her heels.
Nothing about this is at all normal for me. For one, I’m not staring at someone suffering in a corner, but also, my partners have never been enthusiastic. Merely relieved.
Fiona keeps making sounds. Guttural and choking. It’s distracting and I consider clamping my hand over her mouth, but decide to trudge on.
Beneath me, she jerks. Hands claw my shoulders as her sounds turn to mewls. All at once, her cunt constricts, becoming impossibly tight. It takes me a moment to realize she’s releasing.
My balls pull up, and inexplicably, I come too.
It’s never happened like this before.
Fiona’s limbs go limp and fall to the bed.
She’s not like other women. She doesn’t look at me like the others, and she’s seemingly okay with what I’ve done.
