Passion And Fire (Passion #4) by J. A Melville Read Free Book Online Page B

to hang onto Chloe tightly while he rode it out. Grinding himself against her ass, groaning deep in his throat, he pumped into her, loading her up with his cum.
    While he was still emptying inside her, in what felt like a never ending climax, he bent forward and with a growl, sank his fangs into her shoulder. As her warm, sweet blood filled his mouth, he heard her cry out, her cunt tightening around him like a vice. Her powerful feminine muscles squeezed him, milking him, draining him of every last drop he had to give, all while the warmth of her release flooded him.
    He thrust gently once, twice more hearing the noisy, wet slapping of their bodies before he eased his way out of her, the scent of sex strong in the air. He raised his head; blood from his fangs dripping onto Chloe’s back and watched the rush of their combined release that began to flow from her, running down her legs.
    Of course he was still hard. Sure the edge had been taken off his desire but he was vampire and he could fuck all night. The only problem was the humans could rarely go as long as he could. Still, she’d handle another round at least; he could quickly rub one more out in her, clean her up, give her some blood, clear her memory and be on his merry way.
    He’d just pushed his way back inside her soaking wet cunt again when he heard something. His head came up as he looked towards where he’d heard the sound but he couldn’t see anything.
    Deciding he must have imagined it, Damien started thrusting, maintaining a steady rhythm. Now that his desire wasn’t so urgent, he could enjoy this fuck, take his time and while he gently ran a palm over the smooth expanse of Chloe’s back, he watched himself fucking her. He grinned at the sight of his dick glistening from her soaked little pussy. The woman never failed to deliver. She was a horny little bitch when under mind control as it allowed her to respond without inhibitions, and he never put her too deeply under because he still wanted her to show her enjoyment at being fucked.
    He’d never fucked her of her own free will and he wondered if she’d still be so wild, like a bitch on heat? Still, he’d never find out. He had no interest in anything deep and meaningful with her. The only deep and meaningful thing he wanted with her was to be balls deep inside her. That was meaningful to him.
    Gradually he worked them both back up; and when he felt himself just about ready to come, the tingling in his spine increasing, the pressure in his balls building, he dropped his head over her back again and bit into her, helping himself to a few more mouthfuls of her blood. As he drank, he heard her cry of pain turn to a moan of pleasure and again another wash of her juices soaked his cock. That was enough to tip him over the edge; hearing her little throaty moans, and feeling the rhythmic clenching of her internal muscles around him.
    A surprising gush of fluids shot from her, soaking his balls and wetting down his thighs. She shuddered and trembled as he stood behind her, his body bent over hers. Fuck she’d even finished off by squirting for him. It had turned out to be a good night after all and as she started to come down from her orgasm, he let go. His cock swelled inside Chloe and he felt the familiar hitch of his balls tucking up just before the first shot of cum spurted from him and into her.
    With one arm supporting her, he held onto the edge of the desk with his other hand and gave himself over to his release, savouring every moment of pleasure, every jerk of his cock inside her cunt as he filled her up again. When he was finally done, he listened to Chloe’s ragged breathing, hearing the frantic beating of her heart as he enjoyed a rare moment of rest, his body relaxing for the first time all evening, now he was finally sated; at least for a little while.
    Chloe’s breathing had begun to settle when he finally pulled out of her and hastily grabbed a handful of tissues to try and clean her up.