Samson tried to convince himself that the reason he felt like this was because he was so starved for sex. It would just be tonight, until he had stilled his hunger for sex. After that she wouldn’t mean anything to him, he was sure. For certain there was no good reason why he would want her any longer than that. After all, he was just following doctor’s orders. And who in their right mind would continue taking medicine once the illness was cured? Who indeed?
The car stopped, and they both knew that they had reached his house. They could either stop now and go inside or continue this right here in his car. He stared at Isabella. She had somehow gotten rid his belt and was now fumbling with his zipper.
All thoughts flew out of his head when her hand slid inside his boxers and grabbed his dick. He couldn’t help but groan at the amazing feeling of her hand on him. She moved her hand up and down his erect cock, tugging on it harder with each movement. Her hand was soft and warm, and the precum oozing from his tip made every movement smooth.
Isabella sure knew how to excite him. Just feeling her breasts crushed against his chest, her lips on his and her tongue dueling with his, aroused him more than any vampire female ever had. But the touch of her hand-it was something out of heaven. The way she ran her hand over him, squeezed him with just the right pressure, and moved his skin back and forth-it was as if she could read his mind, knowing instinctively what he wanted and what brought him closer and closer to his climax.
“Belle, baby.” he said.
Her hand squeezed him again, faster now and harder. In a desperate attempt to steady himself, he dug his hands into her hips and pressed her even closer. But the onslaught of sensations her caress sent through him was too much. His breath quickened, and his body tensed. If he didn’t stop her now, he was going to cum right there in her hands. Which didn’t sound so bad, but he wanted to be inside her when he finally climaxed, so he quickly grabbed her hand to stop her movement.
“Belle” he whispered.
“Yes, Sam” she replied, her eyes filled with lust.
Samson almost spilled his cum that second when he saw the look in her eyes. “Would you like for us to continue this here or would you like us to go in?”
Her impatient reply turned him on even more. “I’m sure it would be nice to go in, but I don’t think I can wait even one more second” she said, paused, then added. “But your driver…”
Samson didn’t let her finish as he pulled her closer. “I’m sure he knows that I don’t want to be disturbed right now. Oh Belle. I have never been so hard in my life as with you.” So constantly hard, so constantly wanting.
She grinned at him,” So, Anything I can do for you to fix that?” she asked.
Samson rubbed himself between her legs, felt for her entrance and rammed his cock into her up to the hilt. “Yes.” He moaned loudly. “You can let me fuck you till sunrise.”
Or longer.
Isabella pulled her knees up higher in the seat to give him better access, resting her head on his shoulder, and he seized her hips and pushed harder. She was so wet, he effortlessly slipped in and out despite his size. From his position and his strength, he had complete control over her. She was vulnerable, yet all he heard were her sounds of pleasure, moans escaping from her lips with every thrust he made. It was like music to his ears. A concert of magic sounds appeasing his body in a way no other sounds ever had.
As she lifted her face from his neck, it revealed ecstasy; her breathing was short and huffed, her body pliable, responsive.
“Give me more, Sam.” she moaned.
More? This human woman wanted him to fuck her harder? He would break her. He shouldn’t do it. It was too dangerous.
“More,” she begged again as she returned her face to his neck. Running her tongue over it and moaning in his ear until he could hold back no longer.
He felt his fangs come out, and his body harden. His vampire self wanted to fuck her. Damn it, he’d been holding back for so long, he had neither the willpower nor the self control to stop the transformation. She wanted to be fucked. What was he waiting for, another invitation?
But he couldn’t let her see him like this, no, not with his fangs extended and his eyes glowing red. She would be scared of him if she saw him like this. Gladly in their position, she couldn’t see his face and he held her head to keep her in place.
“I won’t hurt you, I promise.” he whispered.
“I know.” she replied.
It was incomprehensible why Isabella trusted him. But he knew that she did. He could feel it.
Samson gave her one last thrust before he pulled himself out of her. Then he quickly turned her onto her back on the seat and lowered himself onto her, centering himself.
“Belle, baby, wrap your legs around me.” he grunted.
She didn’t hesitate to do as he asked, and he plunged into her and rode her hard, harder than he had before, harder than he should with a human. Hell, he shouldn’t have sex with a human in the first place. Too late. He was already in too deep, literally and figuratively.
And he wasn’t going to stop-no. Stopping now, when he had everything he wanted, was not an option. Giving up making her body hum with pleasure, and his in return? No. No man ever could-and a vampire even less. He was driven by his desires, more an animal now than a man.
His fangs hungered for her neck and the blood it promised beneath her pale skin. Skin so vulnerable, so breakable, so delicious. He soaked in her scent and knew what he needed, but couldn’t get it. He couldn’t kiss her, not now, not with his fangs extended. Damn!
Her muscles were so tight around his shaft Samson knew she would milk him any moment. He didn’t care. No more holding back.