“Fuck!” Said more softly, and Wolfgang jerked his hips and stuck himself inches deeper.
Every fraction of him was tangible, every throb, every stretch of her walls. The tight fit of cock to cunt squeezed out liquids, dripping, from inside her onto her thighs.
Up and down that slippery, violating cock. Grunting, Wolfgang showed his teeth when she dared to look at him, or at lower where they were joined. She was rocked, slammed at, made to gasp and squirm.
Then, on a down thrust, half-out, he stopped, groaned, held her in place.
“What?” she spluttered, catching up to breathing, striving to make him enter her fully. “Keep going.” At the twitch and swell of him, her eyelids shut.
“Enough.” With a hip movement and a grasp to either side of her butt, he lifted her off him.
Dismayed, she pouted as his cock sprang free between them.
“Not yet. You are not allowed.” He sucked in a breath, eyed her. “Experiment, remember? Though—”
With some difficulty he deposited her on her knees on the floor then edged forward on the sofa until his cock head nudged her shut mouth.
Glowering she pouted again.
“Oh, you will. Or else. I have so many things I can use on you. Open and suck on me.”
Raffaela shook her head.
“You’ll shift if I stop playing with you or let you come too soon. You will wait.” Hands either side of her face, he touched forehead to forehead and said quietly, “Experiment. What if you could walk about all day?”
“But only if I’m horny as a goat?”
He slipped a hand between her legs, swiped along her slit and his hand came up shiny. He showed her then went back to toying with her. “You’re dripping. I’m going to fuck you hard on every surface in this house. Is that such a chore?”
The room swayed, and she inhaled sharply, picturing herself being fucked, bent over, on the rug, against a wall. She clutched at air, tensing her hands, closing them. “No?”
“See.”
He pushed her down again and swore when his cock unexpectedly touched her protruding tongue. Staring he watched as she licked partway around the edge of the cap then up to the very tip.
“Holy…” Wolfgang shoved himself forward.
He almost came in her mouth again but stopped and brought her up to sit over his lap again, only this time she faced the TV. With no warning, he penetrated her, pushing her body down. He seemed balls deep in an instant.
Her head dropped forward. So good.
With him rocking in and out of her, bouncing her up and down, she missed seeing whatever was on the TV, only to deliriously beg him to keep going when he inevitably stopped.
“Oh. Oh no. Please?”
Face red, sweat dribbling, Wolfgang twisted her to look at him and stared. His gaze was stern, ungiving. Which reminded her on the iron-hard cock shoved inside her. Her pussy lips seemed welded around his shaft.
She moved infinitesimally and made a pitiful noise.
“Hey. No. What if you come and then shift after?”
“I don’t care. Please?” She was begging. Worth it, so worth it.
He pulled out but hoisted her face down onto the sofa, then speared into her, fully, nailing her down over and over, bumping her face into a cushion, making her turn her head to breathe.
Deafened by her own moans and mewling sounds, she gave a strangled gasp and felt him come, again, jerking into her, jammed up, molded to her, his last spurts a reminder he was done.
She muttered threats as he withdrew.
More, she needed, more. Whatever abilities she had to compel him were affecting her also. It was painful to need so direly. With the Ravening, she would climax in unison with the man, revel in his death, bask in the glow of life.
This was different.
He buried his face in her neck then collapsed to the sofa beside her. “I’ve never come so fast so many times… You’re making me want to screw you to infinity, and that movie reference should get me committed.”
With his eyes shut, he didn’t see her wriggle closer and move in to lick at his ear, to whisper sweet encouragement. In her words and the rise and fall of her voice, she recognized a quiet rhythm. It was not song, or music. Too subtle for that.
The needs of a siren were not to be denied. Even tied up, she had her ways.
Wolfgang moaned. He edged forward his head, looked down at himself. “Ohhh, fuck.” His kinked eyebrow said he suspected her.
It took five minutes or more, but he dragged himself upright and began to strip the ropes from her. Untied, she smiled up at him, straightened, unfolding her legs, not bothering to massage her wrists though they ached. Even standing, he was taller than her.
Then she reached out for his cock and tried to steer him back to the sofa.
“No. You think? Hell, no.”
He pushed her down to the sofa, spread her legs with slaps to her inner thighs, then buried his face in her pussy and finger pumped her cunt. Two fingers, three? Four?
She came, arching, fingers tearing at the upholstery and cushion for he’d slapped her hands from his hair. She came with her ass lifted off the sofa, wrenching in air. He had a mouth to remember.
Then he spun her, facedown again. “You made this, and so…”
Parting her ass cheeks, pinning her down, he wet his cock on her arousal and slowly worked it into her asshole. “This time,” he gasped. “It’s going in all the fucking way.”
