and her senses. When she turned her head to
the left she saw she had Alex Slader right next to her. His eyes were open,
staring at her. Jessica then noticed they weren’t in the same bed as the one on
the tour bus. A quick glance around the room proved that they weren’t even on
the tour bus at all. The room was way too big. Guitars, drums, and other instruments
were everywhere. They were hung with care and purpose, along with pictures,
posters, and a painting on the ceiling that was breathtaking. Rose vines moving
in and out of each other with a set of bloomed roses around a large mirror on
the ceiling. The second Jessica saw the mirror she let out a small gasp.
“Beautiful,” Slader whispered.
His hand touched her, moving the sheets
off her shoulder. That’s when Jessica looked and realized she didn’t have a
shirt on. Or a bra. She saw her heavy breasts, exposed. Slader didn’t have a
shirt on either. As she opened her mouth her body instinctively moved her right
leg, feeling the bare feeling of her hip, leg, and tender center.
She
was naked.
“Where are we?” Jessica whispered.
Even her throat and voice felt
really good. She felt completely new, yet the same. She couldn’t ever remember
a time when she felt like this before.
“You are in my bed,” Slader said.
He moved fast, throwing the covers
off him. When he moved, Jessica looked down and saw the thickness of his body;
he was hard and ready. She only saw him for a second because he was then on top
of her, and more so, he was against her. Jessica felt the eager tip of his cock
spreading her gentle folds open.
“And I... well, I’m...” Slader
thrust and entered Jessica. She cried out and clawed at the bed sheets as her
back arched, seeking relief. “I’m inside you, Jessica.”
Slader held himself deep inside
Jessica’s tight body. Jessica felt him pulsing and knew he was fighting the
instinctive need to pull out and thrust again. Her entire body started to
shake. Was it possible to orgasm from one deep thrust? She hadn’t even
experienced the other half of that thrust. She knew that when Slader pulled
out, the amazing defined tip of his body would slide against her insides like no
one else ever could.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered in
anticipation. She wanted it. She wanted him to pull back.
“Tell me, Jessica,” Slader said.
“What are you feeling?”
“You,” Jessica cried out.
“Perfect.”
Slader pulled back and Jessica
hunched forward and could only do what her body suggested. She wanted to kiss
Slader but instead found her lips and teeth clamped to his chest. She began to
come and couldn’t stop anything. Her body rocked, her pussy throbbed, and her
teeth were trying to bite harder and harder.
Slader was then out of her body,
hovering over her. He put a hand to the back of her head and when she finally
released her grip on his chest, Jessica whimpered with a weak cry and Slader
eased her to the bed.
She looked at the red markings on
his chest and gasped. “I’m so sorry... Slader...”
Slader touched his chest with his
free hand, using one finger, and smeared a tiny bit of blood. Jessica had
broken his skin. She was shocked yet somehow empowered. All this time, Slader
had seemed non human. To see him bleed, even in the smallest form like that was
incredible.
Slader offered his finger to
Jessica and smiled.
“Taste what you did to me,” Slader
commanded.
Jessica’s tongue flickered and she
tasted the iron flavor of Slader’s blood.
“Now, it only seems fair,” Slader
whispered.
Slader thrust forward and entered
her again. It came with the same intense feeling as before, maybe even greater.
Jessica’s insides were already tender and at a heightened sense, but with
Slader right back inside her, she felt the urge to orgasm hit her even faster.
He fucked her gently, as thoroughly
as he could, pulling his cock from her and then sliding it right back in. His
body was far enough off her body that Jessica could