Oliver's Hunger

“I’m sorry, Ursula, but I’m gonna have to fuck you really hard.” Because he needed to pacify the beast inside him. And it would only be appeased if he exerted his power over her in another way, since he couldn’t bite her.

Ursula’s lips parted on a breath, her eyes darkening with lust. “How hard?”

“Hard.” He pulled back and rammed his cock into her, pushing her a few inches closer to the headboard.

She gasped, but didn’t try to get away from him. Instead, she slung her legs around him, crossing her ankles behind his butt, and pulled him closer.

“You can do better than that.”

Heat flared inside him when he heard her taunt. “Oh, yeah? Not enough for you?” He pulled himself out of her and flipped her on her stomach. As a result, the silk scarves that tied her to the bed frame crossed and tightened around her wrists. He realized instantly, that this meant she wouldn’t be able to untie herself in this position, and even though this had been unintentional, the beast in him liked that thought.

Swiftly, he pulled her onto her knees, her beautiful heart-shaped ass pointing up. Her moist petals glistened invitingly. Without hesitation, he drove into her from behind, holding her hips steady so she would absorb the impact fully and not crash against the headboard.

Ursula moaned into the pillow.

“Fuck! You’re even tighter that way.”

“And you’re bigger,” she claimed, panting as she tried to support herself on her elbows.

Her interior muscles gripped him tightly, squeezed him as hard as if she were holding him in her fist. Her warm heat lubricated him and made every thrust a smooth slide into silk, into heaven. His body worked without any conscious thought, his breaths coming in rapid succession, his heart beating like a jackhammer. His cock moved back and forth in a rapid rhythm, his hands holding so tightly onto her hips that he knew he would leave marks. But he couldn’t stop himself.

Ursula was laid out in front of him, vulnerable and enticing. She gave him the same feeling he experienced when hunting for blood. The same sensation overcame him now: he felt powerful and invincible as he fucked her, knowing that she was at his mercy. That he alone determined her fate. Yet at the same time, he knew what he wanted for her was nothing evil: he wanted her pleasure, to lead her into ecstasy. He had power over her body now, the power to make her feel desired. The beast inside him started to withdraw.

Finally, he was able to slow his thrusts and slide in and out of her with gentler motions. He looked down to where his cock disappeared in her body, the sight of her pink flesh exciting him. To know that she had enough trust in him to let him put her into this vulnerable position filled his heart with pride. His hands loosened their grip on her hips, and he stroked her beautiful ass.

He slid his hands under the red negligee and moved them along her back, caressing her. Then he touched her chest, filling both his hands with her breasts. They weren’t big, not as voluptuous as those of other women he’d known, but he didn’t mind. They were enough for his hands, and they were firm and young, and her nipples responsive.

The small buds were still hard. Rolling them between thumb and forefinger, he tugged at them, making her cry out again.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever made love to.”

At his words, she met his thrust with an equal but opposite reaction, doubling the impact. It sent a bolt of lightning into his balls, adding fuel to the fire that was raging inside him. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer if she kept this up. But he couldn’t slow himself down either, and on the next thrust, he felt his balls tightening. The rush of semen shooting through his cock was the last thing he felt before he exploded inside her, his body going into spasms as he experienced the most amazing orgasm he’d ever had.

As he collapsed on top of her, he realized with horror that Ursula hadn’t come with him. He hadn’t delivered the pleasure he’d promised. Dismayed, he pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“Why?”

“Because you didn’t come.”

“I told you, it’s difficult for me.”

He couldn’t accept that as a fact. And he wouldn’t rest, until he had rectified this situation. He rid himself of the boxer briefs that hindered his movements, then he pushed her thighs apart once more and settled between them, bringing his still-hard cock to her sex.

“But you’re done,” Ursula protested.

“But you’re not.” He drove back into her. “And as I see it—” He glanced at the silk scarves around her wrists. “—you’re still tied up, which means, you’re still at my mercy.”