Christine’s hands tighten and her fangs graze my skin, replaced by her hot tongue sliding up my jaw, her mouth closing over mine.
My arms snake around her neck, pulling her closer.
She releases my hair, reaches down, and lifts me, pinning me to the wall so our heads are at the same height. That thunderstorm scent fills the trailer, fills my head, fills my every cell.
Her hips slide between my legs and pleasure bursts from the contact. I lose track of up and down as everything becomes tingling, floating heat. I can’t hold back the moans and whimpers in my throat, and each spurs her on harder, sends her growling and grasping and rocking her hips against me.
Her hands wrap my ass, and her bruising, unforgiving grip is pure relief. She pulls me tight against her chest, and the wall disappears.
Stumbling footfalls carry me through the trailer to the bed at the rear. The mattress crashes into my back, releasing a cloud of her scent as her kiss pins me.
My hands slide up under her shirt, over the muscles of her abs, across her firm breasts. Fuck, she’s not wearing a bra.
As my palms graze her nipples, she moans into me, hips grinding between my legs.
My back arches at the surge of pleasure, mind swirling with dizzy heat.
Christine catches my hands and pins them above my head, then shifts to straddle my hips.
Her cunt is blazing hot through the thin fabric of her yoga pants. The throbbing heat that’s been spreading through my body focuses to that point of contact, and I realize just how hard my cock is, straining against my boxers and running shorts.
Christine drags her cunt along my bulge, and my body shakes violently. Fuck, I’m already on the edge.
She devours my panting moans, and pleasure unravels from my core.
Oh, fuck.I climax, and my cock pulses with wet heat, soaking the fabric between us.
Christine doesn’t slow, and when I expect to lapse into sensitivity, my pleasure only redoubles, winding toward climax again.
Her teeth catch my lip again, biting until I yelp, sending her hips twitching into me. Her fangs graze further, nipping my jaw as her growls soften to moans.
The sound alone could make me burst, and with her grinding against me, I stand no chance, spilling a second time. But still, there’s no relief; if anything, I need more.
My head tips back and I catch my breath, gasping for air as her teeth drift lower. Her hot tongue slides across the base of my neck again, and I whimper, arching into her.
The sound seems to set her off, and with a growling huff, her teeth close around my neck.
Bright pain jolts me as her fangs break the skin, and I can’t tell if the dripping heat is her drool or my blood. It doesn’t matter as the pain turns to a buzzing tingle, coiling deep in my core and promising the most intense climax yet.
Her moans tighten and pitch higher, vibrating against my neck, until a telltale shudder passes through her, followed by a long, low groan.
Her cunt pulses against my cock. Even through the layers of fabric, it’s all too much.
I scream as I cum harder than I thought possible, cock pulsing with heat and pleasure, over and over, until it seems like it might never end.
Christine finally stills, and the waves of my climax stretch and soften into aftershocks.
Her tongue sweeps over my aching neck, easing the pain. Muscle by muscle, my body relaxes and goes limp, sinking into the mattress.
Christine eases down beside me, arm draping over my chest.
A soft, tingling warmth spreads through every muscle, over every nerve, soothing and settling.
Christine’s fingertips drift over my forehead, brushing my sweaty hair back from my face.
My eyes flutter shut, and I lean into her touch…
Oh no.
