On a Razor's Edge (Darkness #3)(29)

“Feel how wet I am, Charles.”

She raised her leg and braced it to the side of his groin, just barely putting pressure on his pounding dick. Her hand grabbed his and directed it to the middle of her thighs, the tips of his fingers brushing her wet slit.

The pounding got ten times harder to ignore.

A breast graced his lips, its budded nipple nudging. “C’mon, Charles, I won’t bite if you really don’t want me to.”

He rubbed deeper, working the wetness, not needing guidance anymore. His tongued her taut nipple, causing a low moan from Darla. She was crazy, and vindictive, and unpredictable, and would definitely bite him if he stopped paying attention, but…

“What’s a little sex among friends?” Charles muttered, opening his mouth and sucking in her breast. Two fingers worked into her, feeling along the inner wall, as she pushed into him with a groan.

“I underestimated you. You know exactly what you’re doing,” Darla breathed, pumping her h*ps into his hand.

She leaned back, popping her breast out of his mouth. Grinding into his hand now, she fed him the other breast, her h*ps swooping into him expertly. He wasn’t the only one that knew what he was doing. She might give him a run for his money.

But he’d rise to the occasion like a champ.

He massaged with his thumb as his fingers plunged, working the suction at her nipple just right. Her breathing started to get labored and her movements more frantic. She clutched his hair in two fistfuls and yanked, screaming while she orgasmed in giant body spasms.

“Oh, yes, Charles!” Darla slowed and languidly took her knee off of his leg.

She smiled down on him. “My turn.”

Her hair swished over her shoulders as she bent, her deft fingers working the fly of his jeans. Cool air assaulted his erection, giving him the best kind of shivers. Before he could acclimate, her hot hand had his shaft and she was running her palm against him firmly.

“Nice and big. My kinda toy.” Her body bent further as she knelt between his legs. A warm, wet tongue licked up his sack before she sucked it in.

“Oh!” Charles didn’t know whether to push forward, or fall back with his eyes rolled back in his head. He didn’t have to worry about it. The next second had her tongue licking up the back of his shaft and tickling along his crease, just about to take it all…

“Ohh, shit.” He leaned back, his eyes rolling back. Her hot mouth sucked his brain out of his dick, reaching through his body and wiping out all his thoughts. Not that he had many to begin with. He felt his tip reach deep down, all the way to the back of her throat, as her chin met his ends.

Maybe he wouldn’t rise like a champ. This female made him feel like a novice.

Charles held onto the chair with all his might as he watched his erection pump in and out of her mouth. He could barely stand it. He was already close.

Reading his situation, she straightened up suddenly and draped a long leg over his lap. With her hand, she took his shaft in a firm grip and worked his tip along her slit. His shaking hands gripped her h*ps as she sat down with all her weight.

“Oh, gods. Oh, holy gods. Holy moly.” Then speech ran out as she bounced on top of him, her br**sts jiggling in his face merrily, her sex stroking his.

His balls tightened up and his stomach clenched. His whole body compressed, magic leaking out.

“That’s right,” she purred, gyrating over him now, leaning those glorious br**sts against his chest. “Fall into it.”

The friction got more intense. She reached between them and ripped at his shirt, tearing it down the middle. Her taut ni**les rubbed his skin. Her hot breath soaked into his neck.

So close now. Just about…

He felt the pinch right before one glorious, deep pull through the center of this body.

“Nooooooooohh!”

He shook her off his neck as his body erupted, exploding into her. He shuddered so hard he might’ve been sitting on a fault line in an earthquake.

“Oh, gods,” he said, panting. He pushed her away again as her lips aimed for his neck.

“No biting.” He leaned back against the chair, holding her shoulders. “Against the rules.”

He barely registered her pout. “You’re not done yet, are you?”

He groaned. “You want more?”

“Of course. I hear you’ve got great stamina.”

This was the first time in history he hated that rumor.

Her mouth licked down his bare chest, her tongue circling a nipple. Her hand started working him again, light and tickling. Playful. Expert.

Just as he was reviving, putting his all into the recovery, he felt another pinch. Like a tug through his pec, down through his stomach, and pulling on the inside of his balls, his dick became a live wire, deep and intimate. And she was the last female he wanted to share this kind of intimacy with.

“No, no—no blood. I’ll stop right now, I swear to the gods I will.” Charles pushed her face away again, a dribble of blood dripping down his chest.

With a smile, she licked at it before continuing down. And down. Her mouth took in his almost hardness, sucking so hard he yelped.

“Hang in there, it’ll be worth it.” She winked at him.

He wasn’t so sure anymore.

Another swallow, sucking hard and deep. He butted the end of her throat. Completely hard now and in his stride. He palmed her head and helped push her down, grinding in there good and deep. She took to it in greedy gulps like a pro.