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Even when his body was little more than a barely discernible tremble, he still held me up against the door, my legs still around him, gripping him firmly. The room was silent except for my gasping, tortured breaths and I almost wished he’d breathe too so I wouldn’t feel so alone in my struggle to come back down from the most intensely incredible, overwhelming sexual experience of my entire life.

After I’d won the battle for air and my breathing had resumed a more normal pattern, it finally registered with me that Damien was still as hard as a rock inside me. Damn, he’d come like the warrior I’d seen the previous night and still he was hard. The man had stamina, I couldn’t dispute that, and if this was how it would be with him, he was going to kill me or I’d be unable to walk ever again, whichever came first.

Suddenly he straightened, lifting me from the wall and with his arms around me holding me to him; he walked across to my bed. I couldn’t contain the small gasps escaping my lips at the feel of him moving inside me with every step. It created a delicious, subtle friction and by the time he’d made it to the bed, I was about ready to go another round with him.

First I had to get the control back. He’d taken me by surprise turning the tables on me at the door but now I wanted to be the one on top both literally and figuratively.

“I want you to lie down on the bed. You took control from me and now it’s payback.” I whispered into his ear and he shivered, his body twitching, that huge cock of his jerking inside me. “Can you lie down and still stay inside me?”

He gave me a lopsided smile. “Babe, I can do anything you fucking well want me to do.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed and I tucked my legs up either side of him as he carefully shifted back until he could rest his head on the pillows. His eyes were narrowed so only a sliver of the bright green could be seen.

I didn’t do anything at first, just sat there, impaled on his cock, before finally leaning forward, brushing my lips against his. Immediately he tried to deepen the kiss, but I moved on, nibbling my way down his neck, across his chest until I reached his flat little nipples. Under my lips, they hardened and I sat back to study the effect. Again, I bent down, sucking them before blowing over them. Damien must have liked that because he thrust up, rocking his hips enough that I could feel the brush of the metal that adorned his cock, deep inside me.

“Well now that you have me under you, just what the fuck do you intend doing with me?” He asked his voice husky. “Are you planning on throwing anything at my head anytime soon?”

I thumped his hard chest with my fist and just to teach him a lesson, I sent my hairbrush hurtling towards him but before it could hit, he swung up an arm with blindingly fast reflexes and smashed it away again.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” He grinned and I grunted.

“Fuck you Damien.” I said, before slowly, inch by inch, I carefully rotated on his erection, sucking in deep breaths when the piercings scraped their way over the delicate inner flesh of my soaked pussy. Since I was still almost embarrassingly wet and he’d come enough to provide an astounding amount of natural lubrication, I was able to rotate easily and smoothly on him until I faced his feet. Sitting astride him in reverse like this triggered new sensations and I bent forward, pushing my ass in the air, knowing I’d be giving him quite a view. I heard him gasp and then felt his hands on my buttocks, parting them.

When his fingers brushed over my puckered hole, I tensed but then he shifted his hand lower and I could tell he was coating them in our release. I lifted up, ready to start riding him, to fuck him with me in control this time, and again I felt his fingers sweep over my ass. I dropped down hard on him, feeling the head of his cock bump up against my womb. It triggered a burst of pleasure, causing me to clench around him, grasping him intimately. I moaned, a soft sound, which became a gasp when Damien pushed the finger he held at my ass inside me, taking me by surprise.

“Fuck.” I cried, feeling the sting of his finger stretching me but his free hand smoothed over the curve of my ass, caressing me.

“Oh baby, you are so fucking hot.” He moaned, just as he shoved it deeper, burying it up to his knuckles.

 

                                                            

Chapter Seven

Damien

 

Damien couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt to be inside this woman. She had the tightest little cunt he’d ever experienced and hell, he’d experienced some cunts in his time. It had to be either lack of use or maybe the pole dancing tightened everything and not just her thighs.

It had been amazing having them wrapped around him too. She had a firm grip and if she’d applied more pressure she could have broken a lesser man.

She’d tried to dominate him at first but he was used to being the dominant one; no one controlled him. In the end, he’d won and he’d proven to her that he had what it took. She’d come a few times and he could see his stamina had taken her by surprise. Ok, he could go a long time, but as vampire he could go even longer. One fuck was never enough for him.

Now here he was balls deep in her tight hot little cunt, and fuck she was wet. He could feel the dampness of her against the hand he had between her legs, where he had the added bonus of his finger up her ass. He’d like to have his cock in her ass one day but she was so fucking tight everywhere, he was going to need to condition her for that first.

He thrust up, wanting her to move since she’d stopped again and was moaning softly. His movement dragged a louder groan from her, and he smiled to himself as he pulled the finger in her ass out until only the tip was still inside her.

Finally she began to move slowly rising and falling on him, her cunt gripping him like a vice. The view for him was hotter than hell. She was stretched probably about as much as she could handle without tearing and the sight of her gripping him as he pushed into her was an incredible thing to see. She was so wet too and she was soaking him. He could see how wet his cock was from being inside her. It glistened from her juices, but then she’d given him the added bonus of not just coming, but squirting earlier. She’d drenched him and apart from his wet cock, he could tell his balls were soaked too.

She looked incredible and she felt amazing. He had an uninterrupted view of her since she obviously waxed. She was smooth as silk between her legs. He loved a hairless cunt. He liked to see it all without hair getting in the way, although he was slightly curious as to whether she was a natural redhead or not; whether she’d have a bright red thatch of hair guarding her pussy if she didn’t wax.

Damien smoothed his free hand over the silky skin of her gorgeous ass and as he touched her, loving the feel of her, he drove his finger harder into her, twisting it, grinding his knuckles against her.

She moaned again and began to rise and fall over him faster, the push and pull on his cock intensifying but he ground his teeth together, determined not to come anytime soon. He was going to make sure she didn’t forget about this night in a hurry. He was going to make sure he was the best damned fuck she’d ever had in her life. He wanted to make sure that when the day came and she moved on, she’d look back on her memories of her time with him, and get wet just thinking about him.

Suddenly she shuddered, crying out and he groaned when her already tight little cunt, clamped down on him even harder, testing his control. He felt the wash of her release flow over him, coating him, soaking him and it ran from her wetting him down again. Hot damn when she came, she really fucking came and his nostrils flared, his fangs descended when the sweet scent of her release rose around him.

He needed more, he wanted more and impatiently he ripped his finger from her ass and lifted her off him, hearing the loud wet sucking sound of their bodies separating. Flame wasn’t happy with what he’d done and protested, trying to scramble back onto him but he flipped her onto her back and in one smooth movement, pulled himself off the bed until he stood alongside of it.

When he dropped his gaze to her, she was lying all wanton looking. Legs spread, her cunt wet and as he stared at it, he could see it pulsating through the last of her release. He bent down, grabbing the back of her knees and pulled her ass off the bed. He slid her forward so her legs were either side of him and when he felt the moist heat of her pussy brushing against the head of his cock again, he slammed into her. The force of his hips nearly catapulting her up the bed and he tightened his grip on her to keep her close to him.

She cried out, her back arching, eyes tightly closed and he felt those feminine muscles of hers clamp down on him as he began to fuck her hard and fast; his hips like pistons as he pushed her towards another orgasm, allowing himself to work towards his release too.

When he knew he was close to coming, he bent down and buried his fangs into her breast, hearing her cry out, her cries becoming a moan as she came again, wetting him with another flood of her juices.

Once Damien felt her start to settle, apart from her ragged breathing that had her chest heaving as she gasped for air, he lowered her legs to the bed and dropped down over her, not breaking contact; keeping himself buried deep inside her.

He began to thrust, rhythmically, forcefully, no longer interested in making this good for her. He’d already done that; this was for him. This was his reward for making her come twice this time on top of the previous orgasms, and for guaranteeing that each of them had blown her mind.

As he surged into her, grunting with every powerful thrust of his hips, he heard her moan and those amazing thighs of hers came up and around him, hugging him, gripping him and spurring him on.

Harder and harder, faster and faster he drove into her, fucking her so violently, she was being pushed up the bed, but she didn’t protest, she simply moaned, her breath hot against his shoulder. She cried out again, suddenly biting into him and he growled. Having her bite him was a surprising turn on and it excited him so much to feel her teeth on him, breaking his skin that he turned his fangs into her neck, biting down, feeling the satisfying pop of her vein as he penetrated it. As he fed, he thrust into her, once, twice more before the tingle along his spine signalled he was about to come. With a triumphant shout, his head back as he shot cum into her; he ground his hips against her, filling her with everything he had to give.

Fuck it was intense and incredible sex with Flame, but that’s all it was, sex. He didn’t do relationships any more than she did, and when finally he slipped from her body, his cock spent and limp, he didn’t argue with her when she told him to leave. He simply got dressed quietly, looked over at her one last time as she lay sprawled out on the bed looking well and truly fucked. He dropped a kiss on her soft cheek, a kiss he knew was a goodbye kiss and left her room. He made his way quietly downstairs and out the front door. Using the cover of darkness to hide him, since he was on foot, he made his way towards home.

 

Flame

 

“What the fuck’s wrong with you tonight Flame? You’re swinging on that damned pole like a senior citizen would. Did you get on the piss last night or something?” Danny, the strip club manager yelled at me once I’d come off the stage after my performance. “That wasn’t up to your usual standards and if you go and get yourself all fucked up on your nights off, get over it because I won’t accept some half assed performance because you’re feeling a bit fragile or something. Perform to your best or find another job.” He continued to bawl me out and I just wished he’d shut up. For his own sake he’d want to shut up. “Are you fucking listening to me Flame? Am I boring you because you just tell me and I’ll find someone else to work your shift, is that what you want?”

Oh fuck this I thought to myself and in a fit of frustration I hurled one of the stilettos lying on the floor at him. It hit him between the shoulder blades and he yelped spinning around to see who had thrown the shoe at him but of course there was no one there. He spun back, glaring at me but I just gave him an innocent look, until finally with an impatient snort, he left me alone.

Melody came into the dressing room after her performance and gave me a questioning look. “What’s up his ass?”

I snorted. “Apparently my performance was lack lustre and if I don’t improve I’m likely to be out of a job.”

“What?” She gaped at me in shock. “You always perform well and too bad if you’re a little off tonight. Everyone’s allowed to have a not so good day. Did you get out on the town drinking last night did you?”

I laughed. “Not exactly. I didn’t go out or drink.”

“So what’s his problem then? Sounds like you had a nice boring evening at home.”

“Well I was home but it wasn’t boring.” I grinned.

“So what did you...?” Suddenly her eyes widened. “Oh…oh, are we talking a man?”

I laughed again. I wasn’t normally one for kissing and telling but Melody and I had become fairly close since I’d started working at the club, and anyway after last night, I needed to tell someone, plus I wasn’t giving out names, just talking.

“Yeah, it’s a man. He’s not like anyone I’ve ever met though, and holy hell Mel.” I paused for a moment as my mind filled with images from last night.

She scooted forward on her chair, her eyes shining with excitement. “Well do tell. You can’t say something like that and not clarify. Details woman, I want details.”

“Well, put it this way, the reason I’m not up to par today is because I got thoroughly fucked last night by a man who has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. I’m so fucking sore, it hurts to walk, let alone dance. I feel like Anastasia Steele in that fucking Fifty Shades of Grey book when he told her he was going make her sore, so she’d remember he’d been there the next day or whatever he said. Well, it’s like that. I swear it’s gonna take me a week to forget that man was inside me.”

Melody burst out laughing. “Oh fuck me Flame. You have such a way with words. So that good huh?”

“Shit yeah. Arrogant bastard though. He told me he’d be good, and I told him he was a fucking loser. Damn bastard wanted to prove me wrong and he fucking did but no more; I can’t go there again. He’s about as cut out for happily ever after as I am.” I grinned. “The man’s a full on man whore I swear. I bet he’s out finding someone else to fuck right now.”

“So no desire for a repeat performance?” She asked.

I opened my mouth to say no, and then hesitated. Did I really want nothing more to do with him? It had been incredible sex as much as it pained me to admit it. The trouble was, I didn’t want to risk getting too involved with someone. I’d found the best way to avoid potential heartache was by not going back for repeat performances. One night was ok, it was easy to walk away. Two nights started to build up a certain familiarity and anything more than that started to make it look like a relationship and I didn’t do relationships.

“No, one night, it can only be one night.” I told her, not entirely sure who I was trying to convince; her or myself.

Melody raised her eyebrows at me. “Well…if you’re sure but he does sound like he’d be worth a second go at. Fuck if you don’t want him, I’ll fuck him if he’s that good.” She studied me for a moment. “Seriously Flame, just look at you. You’re sitting there like you’ve got something stuck up your butt. You’re that sore?”

I laughed at her blunt words. “Yeah, I’m that fucking sore and don’t mention my butt.”

“Oh he didn’t?” She gasped. “You said he’s huge. Sounds like he’d put a horse to shame. You didn’t go anal with him did you? You do that with someone that big girl and you’re facing a lifetime of Depends and trust me you won’t need to be an old lady to be incontinent.”

I burst out laughing at her words. “We’ve only got another hour to go before we finish for the night. Do you want to go to the nightclub when we’re done? How about we get completely smashed? We don’t have to work tomorrow night so how about it? I feel like getting out, doing a little careful dancing and a whole fucking lot of drinking? What do you say?”

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