Chapter 39 Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Thirty-Nine
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Mirah
I'd fantasized about this so many times, but nothing came close to the real deal. There was only one word for what I was feeling at that moment.
Ecstasy.
One which only Zeke Elliott could make me feel. Tonight, he wasn't a vampire prince, and I wasn't the daughter of a greedy CEO- turned bartender.
Tonight, I was his woman, and he was my man.
He groaned as he slipped out, and thrusted into me once more. “Fuck, look at this.” He reached down, and pinched my ass.
I whimpered.
“Look at your sweet pussy taking in my cock. So tight, and beautiful.” He held onto my waist and began moving.
In and out, until I forgot how to breathe. Until there was nothing I could think about, but how I loved him fucking me.
I grinded against him, matching his thrusts, until stars exploded before my eyes.
“Yes,” He grunted. “You like the feel of my cock in you, don't you?”
I nodded fervently, unable to say a word.
Sounds of slapping ass echoed, as he fucked me outside in the starry open night.
“Fuck Zeke, I'm going to cum.” I whispered in a cracked voice, as he leaned down to stroke my clit.
“Yes Kitten, come for me.”
I shuddered as my orgasm wracked my body. Stars exploded before my eyes, yet he didn't stop thrusting into my pussy.
My legs wobbled, when I finally rolled down from post orgasm bliss. His climax came moments later, and he groaned, emptying his load inside me.
He turned me around, and kissed me fiercely.
“I love you,” he whispered against my ear, when he finally pulled away.
I stiffened, as his words reverberated through my being.
‘I love you.’
I didn't respond, instead I leaned against his body. He didn't press on.
“I'm afraid one orgasm wouldn't be enough to make you forget about what happened tonight.” He said moments later.
I pulled away with an arched brow. “Oh yeah?”
“And how many do you intend to give me?” I drawled lazily.
He ripped the upper bodice apart, and I gasped when he took one of my peaches in his mouth.
“Enough to make you think about me for days.” He murmured, his dark gaze locking with mine.
He wasn't joking. By the time he drove me back home, I'd climaxed so many times that I lost count.
I leaned against his chest, as he drove, pretending to fall asleep.
“I love you, Little Kitten.” He said.
But once again, I pretended not to hear. I wasn't going to allow myself to fall for this dangerous man again, just because of good sex.
Tonight would be forgotten soon enough, and everything would go back to normal.
‘Right. Normal.’
Well, scratch what I said about everything going back to normal, because it didn't.
It did to an extent though, if you'd include cuddling a vampire prince on a Thursday night, binge-watching my favorite movie, while eating popcorn.
“Poor Kelvin,” I snuggled against Zeke's chest, pushing back my tears. That had to be the 47th time I was watching Home Alone, yet each time felt like new.
“Is there something to like about this particular movie?” He asked, his disinterest clearly showing. “For kids.” He added.
I pushed off his chest, and glowered at him. “I'm going to tolerate every disrespect, but if you insult my favorite movie one more time, get ready to bid your balls goodbye.”
He chuckled, raising both hands in mock surrender. “Sorry,” he mouthed.
I harrumphed and took my place again, while stifling a smile. The past few weeks had been a blur of dates, sex, work, and more sex.
Whenever I wasn't at Barcon, I was with Zeke, having the time of my life. And I allowed myself to believe it could last forever.
He leaned down, and kissed my forehead. “You are so adorable.” He murmured against my skin.
“I've heard that so many times.” I shrugged.
“Mm,” he mumbled. “From who?” His voice dropped dangerously low.
I cocked my head to the side, pretending to be in deep thought. “Let's see. From different men. And there were two in particular I had a crush on.” The rest of my words were swallowed by my sharp gasp.
He pinched my nipple again. “Are you provoking me, Mirah?” The words rolled off his mouth.
I winked. “If that's how you see it, then-” I squealed, when he lifted and placed me on the ground, so my head was between his trousers.
“Do you want to get punished?” His eyes darkened.
I subconsciously licked my lips in anticipation, and I heard him utter a low curse. His hand moved deftly, pulling away his belt, and pushing down his trousers. His erection was beautifully caged by his briefs, and my hand moved towards it, pulling it down.
His cock pushed out, precum leaking from its tip. His hand fisted my hair gently, and guided me down towards it.
I licked at its base, earning a growl from him, and I adjusted my position. I ran my tongue along his length, and finally took it into my mouth.
“Yeah, just like that. Tonight, you're going to take control. Do you like the sound of that?” He asked, exerting pressure on his hold.
My eyes watered, and I nodded with his cock in my mouth. I pushed down further, until it hit the back of my throat. Reflexes kicked in, and I gagged.
“Mm, my sweet little kitten. Does anyone know how you love taking my cock in my mouth? Or how you love riding my cock?” True to his words, he didn't move, letting me take the lead.
I shook my head in response to his question, feeling my pussy drip. He knew how I loved dirty talks, how his words turned me on.
My hand strayed down between my legs, as I bobbed my head faster. I pushed my thong to the side, and stroked my clit.
“Move your hand away,” he suddenly commanded, and I whimpered.
I batted my lashes at him.
“Now,” he said again.
Hesitantly, I moved my hand away from my pussy, and focused on blowing him off.
He lifted his hips, and thrusted into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat in the process. Another gag.
I wanted to touch my pussy so bad, but as my hand moved down, he pulled at my hair.
“Don't.”