Chapter 72 – Insatiable
An insatiable hunger.
A need that heated her up to her very core.
The emptiness in her almost made her weep. Her inside walls clenching around thin air was starting to ache badly, needing something more.
Something thick, big and long, to go deep and fill her up.
This hunger was strange, this hunger was good, this hunger was immerse, overpowering and welcomed.
Back arched, and toes curling, she mumbled incoherent words to herself.
This lustful need for him was taking over her and she was surrending fast, not fighting it at all, surrending completely.
He was like a drug that she was totally addicted to.
Hating his stillness, she moved up and down his hand, feeling it go slick and smooth against her heat, making her brain feel tiny shocks that felt electric.
Fuck, she needed him!
She suddenly felt like she was in a daze, then she felt her back being pressed against the bed with him over her, her lips sealed against him in a hungry kiss, her hands around his neck as her tongue explored his mouth before his tongue twirled against her own, then he was exploring her own.
Muffled moans.
Lightening flash.
Thunder clapping.
Rain beating.
Different sounds crashed into the night, filling up her room.
Then he pulled away and she immediately placed her hand at his back, her nails digging lightly into his skin and she pressed him down on her, his plain chest hitting against her naked own.
Her legs inched even further apart for him but he pulled away from her despite her whimpering, positioned himself better.
“You are addicted,” he said, putting his cock’s head through her wet sleeky folds, pulling it up to her clit, holding it there for a moment, pressing it against her, then down slightly over her drenched hole in a punishing tease.
Her hands stretched across the bedsheets, holding the one her hand could grasp in her death grip, while also catching some of the fabric in-between her teeth as she moaned into it, in a voice that sounded like a throaty cry.
With each stroke against her pussy, the torture mounted, her muscles stretching taut, her legs thrashing against the sheets yet his body holding her firmly in place to continue his assault.
Just as she parted her lips to beg him, he thrusted his dick right into her hitting a spot that sent all her senses lost and her pleadings into silent moans.
Her body laced with strange goosebumps of joy.
She just couldn’t explain it.
Her inside walls stretched around the pulsating intruder that was welcomed into her absolutely pouring arousal, as it drove deep in her, her clit hitting the base of his cock with each thrust.
He moved faster. And faster. And faster.
Adding to the sound of the room, wet flesh slapping against each other.
“I did this to you.” He said, his thrusts in her not slowing down. “Fuck, I did this to you.”
The words not holding any meaning to her with her pleasure driven brain, she forced her eyes open to look at him just to understand what he was saying but all she could see through her eyelids that almost immediately fluttered close, was a dark broad chest.
Giving up quickly, her eyelids fluttered shut.
She couldn’t even hear him, it felt like his voice was miles away, talkless of understanding him.
Well fuck, words.
She didn’t need them.
Fuck, understanding.
She didn’t need that too.
He moved up and down, and she could feel him hitting her sweet spot over and over again. She knew she was starting to get close now, she arched, pushing her back away from the bed and slamming herself against his chest instead, her breasts rubbing against his muscles chest the faster he moved, her nipples hardening from the friction, his moans in her ears sending her to overdrive.
“Blood… Fed… Fuck… Please….”
The memory of his teeth sanking deep into a side of her neck, flooded her mind, bringing along the full rememberance of how overpowering the pleasure was.
The Absolutely shattering oragsm it gave her.
She wanted to cum while he had her flesh between his teeth and he feasted on her blood.
As if possessed, she let go of the sheet she had happened to be holding tightly once again, sliding her hand by his face instead and guiding him to the croak of her neck which she had already left exposed and arched for him.
“Not yet.” she heard him grunt but she pushed his face down her neck, making him sniff her in.
Knowing how hungry he was, she was confident that he wouldn’t be able to resist and she would get what she wanted.
She was right.
His teeth sank into her and a pain she had seem to have forgotten existed along with this, passed through her veins for barely a second.
Her body shot forward, slamming into his but he pressed his body down on hers and she sank into the bed. Her body shooting forward once again, now at the pleasure she originally yearned for. Her eyes welled up with happy tears as she hit her orgasm and her body wringled under him.
Then she felt herself going a little limp, like she was floating.
Dreamily, she felt hot lqiud shoot into her and her body jerked slightly, her hands pressing against his shoulders that she held unto as he licked her neck, closing back the holes he had punctured in her veins and healing her. Then the next thing she felt was him stiffen in her and on top of her, as his muscles stretched taut underneath her palms, as he reached his peak.
It all seemed like a daze, while the warm liquid shot into her, filling her up. When he pulled away, she could feel his cum, drip slowly out of her down to the bedsheet, smearing it.
She felt absolutely drained and weak, filled with euphoria, yet not wanting to move from how spent she felt. Despite that, she still opened her eyes and smiled to him.
“So fucking go—”
The dizziness that took over her was fast. One minute she was speaking and the next she wasn’t.
The unconsciousness that dragged her into the darkness was swift.
She was floating.
Wonderfully, floating.
What she could hear was faint frantic words of Chris, as his cold hand held her body and doing whatever it was that he was doing.
She was floating.
Wonderfully floating.
Ah, she could die like this and be content.