Page 34 of Savior
“Oh God, Dean…” she whimpers, her fingers digging into me as her hips begin to rock in unison with my strokes. I slip a second finger inside her, and I can feel the tight walls of her cunt clench around them. She’s got my belt and pants undone, reaching inside to wrap her hand around my throbbing cock. She pulls me free, her fingers tightening around my shaft as her fist slides up and down my length. Her thumb smears the bead of precum around the swollen head, before she resumes stroking me.
“Are you ready for me?” I can hear the desperation in my own voice.
“Yes!”
Slipping my fingers from within her to grab her panties and leather pants with both hands, I shove them further down her thighs. She’s not going to be able to wrap her legs around me unless these come all the way off. I could easily bend her over the tree limb and take her from behind. However, I crave her kiss and I want to watch her come, so I’m going to have to improvise.
“Put your wrists above your head. Keep them there.”
She does so without hesitation, crossing her wrists above her head as her gorgeous tits heave with every excited breath she takes. I grip both of her wrists in one hand, securing them against the tree. Grabbing my cock with the other, I enter her straight on, sinking into her slowly until the front of my thighs are pressed firmly to hers. At this angle, I can’t thrust as deeply inside her as I’d like. Thankfully for us both, I’m endowed enough to still get inside her. I inch back just enough to give her a little wiggle room, literally, and lower my mouth to her hover over hers.
“Now, work that magic of yours, doll.”
With my hand still pinning her wrists above her head, she rocks her hips forward and back. Trapped between my body and the tree, there’s only so much she can do. But Vanna has a gift, probably from the Devil himself, in the way she can move this hot body like a serpent, giving us just enough friction to keep the pleasure building. I take her mouth, my free hand roaming her body as she works me, and I wait until she’s moaning with need, before I bend my knees, angling my cock up inside her. Thrusting deeper now, her muscles squeeze around my cock, pulling a groan from me as well.
“Fuck baby… you feel like fuckin’ heaven… so good… Hands on my shoulders, now.” I order her, releasing her wrists.
Her arms drop, her fingers grip the shoulders of my cut. Reaching both hands around her to grab a hold of her sexy bare ass, I bury my face in the crook of her neck and thrust up inside her, again and again. The little gasps and groans I pull from her, are pulling my balls tight as well. It isn’t long before those maddening little sounds of hers are of a higher pitch, and her sweet little pussy is convulsing around me. She wraps her arms tightly around my neck, her fingers finding their way into my hair as she grips me and attempts to stifle the cry of her orgasm.
Her ecstasy is also mine. Gripping her ass tightly, I ram myself up inside her with a few more powerful thrusts, wringing every bit of pleasure out of her that I can. She’s basically got me in a little headlock, so I’m forced to grit my teeth, attempting to muffle the sound of my own climax as well, into the crook of her neck. Squeezing my eyes and jaw shut as her body quivers and clenches around me, I come with her, falling over the edge together.
Her arms slacken from around my neck in the aftermath of our coital bliss. Her hands coming to rest against my chest as we both catch our breath.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” I pant, pressing my forehead to hers. “Every goddamned time, you wreck me. I’ll never get my fill of you.”
Her little laugh is low and sated. “You’ll still desire me like this, even after we’re married?” she asks, her hand reaching up to trail her fingers along the stubble of my jawline. The moonlight shining through the branches of the old Oak, catches in the diamond on her finger.
“Always.” I promise her. “You and me, baby, we’re forever. And if there’s anything beyond this life, I’m yours and you’re mine on the other side, too.” She tilts her face up to me, and I bow to kiss her once more. Nothing will ever keep me from her. Not Heaven, nor Hell. I already know, Vanna’s an angel… But I’ll break down the pearly gates to be with her. She’s mine, eternally.
“You wouldn’t happen to have that little red bandana on you, would you?” she smirks. “It’s quite a walk back to the Nunnery… And that was… definitely double shot territory.”
“I always keep a clean one handy, doll.” Reaching into a pocket on my cut, I extract a red bandana, handing it over to her. She examines it while I tuck myself back into my pants and zip up. I don’t mind that she’s all over me. I suppose I’m a sick fuck like that.
“Is this the original?” her perfect little brow arches slightly as she looks at me.
“I washed it. Don’t worry.” I chuckle, watching her clean herself up as best she can, before she shimmies those tight leather leggings back over her curvaceous ass.
“If we happen to cross paths with Blade again, no more DNA comments.” She says, attempting to sound stern as she folds up the bandana and tucks it in her pocket. “I’ll wash this in the sink in one of their bathrooms.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, debating whether or not to ruffle her feathers some more. Fuck it… “Well, until you’re wearing my Property Of cut, my DNA will have to do.”
As she stares at me with those wide eyes, and that hot little mouth open with surprise, I know I’ll never grow tired of her shocked reactions to my territorial crudeness, either. That unshakable purity thing she has about her, only makes me want to dirty her up a little more.
