He’s big, but I’m no amateur.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, darling,” Arran groans as he holds still while I adjust to his size, his jaw locked, breaths shallow like he’s fighting himself for control.
At the first sign that my body is relaxing, Arran pulls back before thrusting into me again. He fucks me with long, hardstrokes, driving his hips up at the perfect angle that has his cross hitting that sensitive spot inside of me.
“Yes, Arran. Just like that,” I say, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts.
Arran keeps up the steady pace and it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before my pussy starts to tighten around him. Then, I’m clawing at his back, my nails dragging across his skin as my body convulses and I come with a long moan.
“So fucking beautiful,” Arran praises as he guides me through my climax.
The euphoric feeling of my first ever orgasm from penetration alone has a smile pulling on the corners of my mouth. I’ve heard that it is possible, but I usually need clit action too. This opened up a whole new world of possibilities and I’m super keen to explore them all. With Arran.
Wanting to return the favor, I push at Arran’s shoulder. “On your back. My turn to ride you.”
Arran shakes his head, pure arrogance bleeding from him. “Did you think that was all you’re getting? You’ve not screamed my name yet.”
“But—”
I’m flipped onto my stomach, my hips pulled back before Arran drives into me again. This time, he pounds into me with a relentless rhythm that has me gasping and grabbing at the sheets.
A part of me knew Arran would be good at fucking, that he would know how to use that amazing cock of his, but I was not prepared for exactly how well he could pull pleasure from my body.
My second orgasm barrels into me and then I’m screaming.
When my arms give out, Arran is there to catch me, flipping me onto my back again.
“Hold your ankles,” Arran says as he pushes my legs back, my knees next to my ears as I hold myself open.
Sitting back on his heels, Arran stares down at my pussy spread wide for him, the proud cock between his thick thighs glistening with the evidence of my orgasms.
“Whose cunt is this?” Arran asks, dragging a finger through my pussy and slowly circling my clit.
“Mine. But you can play with it,” I answer, even though I know it’s not what he wants to hear.
Arran’s hand stills while the other comes to rest loosely around my neck.
Perhaps I should be intimidated by the possessive hold, but my traitorous pussy has never been this turned on in her life before. To my dismay, she pulses in response and Arran feels it.
Ever so slowly, he pushes two fingers inside of me and rests the palm of his hand against my clit while my heart races faster and faster.
“You’re mine right now, Audrey, which means this cunt belongs to me. Mine to lick, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever I want with. Isn’t that right?” Arran asks, the words unhurried, dominant, and so fucking hot.
“I—”
He squeezes lightly around my throat while grinding his palm against my clit. I don’t even know what I was going to protest for, but it all seems silly now. There’s no other option but to agree to anything he asks, to give myself fully to Arran.
“Yes,” I breathe, arching into his touch.
“Yes, what?”
“My pussy is yours. I’m yours,” I say, surrendering, submitting myself to the gorgeous vampire.
“Mine,” Arran growls before swiftly replacing his fingers with his cock, pulling an obscene moan from the depths of my chest as he thrusts into me hard and fast.
Arran keeps fucking me at a brutal pace, my body lighting up like a Christmas tree for him as he makes me feel things I swear I’ve never felt before.
Soon, I’m chanting his name.
