“Don’t bite me,” I mumble before sealing my mouth over hers.
I swallow her broken sob just as she turns away. “No.”
“What’d I tell you about that word?” I growl, seizing her jaw and crushing my lips to hers again.
An anguished cry rips from her throat as she returns my kiss with the same violence. Our lips slam together again and again, tongues clashing with burning urgency. The split in my lip tears further, smearing blood across both our faces, but that pain is trivial compared to the crippling hunger she stokes within me.
I cup her left breast and kiss a red path to her taut nipple,sucking the extended flesh into my mouth. The taste of her honey-sweet milk explodes on my tongue, tantalizing my already wrought senses. Pussy and breastmilk… decadent… delicious, a combination I never knew I needed.
“What are you doing?” Zilphia breathes, her back arching off the bed. “You-you can’t—”
She threads her fingers into my hair, squeezing me tight against her breast, her protest ending on a low, ragged gasp. We undulate against each other like waves in an ocean, her hips rising to meet my powerful thrusts, our bodies on fire and slick with sweat. Once again, I’m losing my sanity to her, but what a sweet descent into madness it is.
I drink my fill, drawing the rigid peak into my mouth with deep, long pulls. Zilphia goes wild beneath me, legs shaking, back arching, head thrashing, as she screams her pleasure. The smells of sex and her honeysuckle scent seep into every corner of the room, enveloping me like sun-kissed silk.
I nip and lick my way to her other breast, coiling my tongue around her erect tip before resuming my feeding frenzy. Her body is fucking amazing, soft and thick in all the right places, even more so since she became a mother. My steel frame fits seamlessly against her hourglass figure, every womanly curve and dip cradling my hard angles like a caress.
And she thought she was going to deny me this. Not a chance in hell. I’m a junkie for her, irrevocably addicted and under her spell indefinitely.
“Yes,” she moans, her contracting pussy an iron brand on my dick. “Oh God, yes.”
“Ah fuck,” I grunt huskily as warm, tingly sensations rise from my throbbing balls to my cock. I bury my face against her neck, her scent teasing my nostrils as my hips pump between her thighs harder, faster.
Zilphia cries out, raking her fingernails down my back as she orgasms again.
“Sweet Zilphia,” I groan, coming so hard my back bows.
I collapse onto the bed, my energy and balls drained for the moment. Zilphia rolls onto her side, pulling the blanket over her shoulders. She thinks she can go back to barely speaking to me. Not going to fucking happen. We have children to raise and six weeks of fucking to make up for.
I coast my hand along my semi-hard length. There’s one more thing I want, then she can rest, for a little while at least. Soon my dick is at full mast again, and I yank the blanket down her body.
She lets out an angry cry and jerks around, her palm flying toward my face.
I capture her wrist and flip her back onto her side, securing her in place with a forearm across her collarbone and a leg over her thighs. “Still got some fight left in you, I see.”
“Fuck you,” she spits venomously.
“Stop resisting, sweet Zilphia.” I position my cock at one of my favorite places on her body. “It’s going to be a long while before I’m sated.”
She inhales a sharp breath, her spine snapping straight as I thrust into her tight ring until I’m fully embedded inside the snug muscles.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” I groan, feeding my dick into her ass while stroking the engorged flesh nestled at the top of her slit.
Before long, she succumbs to my cock and skilled touches, the line separating pleasure and pain dissolving, becoming one. I hold her tight against me, peppering lingering kisses along her nape, the salty taste of her skin igniting a fire in my blood.
She grasps the hand wedged in her folds, gyrating her hips in tandem with the fingers on her clit. Then she reaches back, her slender fingers fisting in my hair. I close my lips over the pulse on her neck, teasing the rapid beat beneath her skin with the tip of my tongue.
“Sandman,” she gasps, coming apart in my arms for the fourth time.
I move to my knees, pulling her with me, my front pressed to her back. “Hold on to the headboard.”
She shakes her head. “You can go straight to hell.”
“I gave you plenty of chances to obey. Now you’ll have to be punished.” I lock my hands around her wrists and squeeze enough to hurt, forcing her to grab onto the headboard.
“What are you going to do? Kill me?” she taunts, her voice dripping with contempt.
“We both know I’m too obsessed to ever kill you, but there are worse things than death.” I trap her hands beneath mine and savagely pound into her ass.
