Kingsley penetrated her with one hard stroke. Blaise’s head fell back, and she lifted her hips off the desk taking him all the way into her. With a jerk of his hips he pulled out and slammed into her again. He grasped her breasts in his hands and squeezed them, lightly pinching her nipples as she writhed beneath him. She was burning up on the inside and wet enough he could hear it as he moved in her. He watched himself fucking her. With the pad of his thumb he rubbed her where their bodies joined. Blaise stiffened with pleasure and grasped the edge of his desk to steady herself. Her skin f lushed red, and her nipples hardened. Inside her and all around him she pulsed with her building climax.
He was nothing now but a body. Nothing now but sex. He didn’t think, didn’t remember, didn’t need, didn’t doubt himself because he didn’t exist—not when he was fucking. He’d fuck constantly if he could. Anything to keep the memoire at bay. Anything to keep the world at bay.
With a quick yank of his hands, Kingsley dragged Blaise closer to the edge of the desk. He pushed her thighs back, wider and closer to her chest. When she was as open for him as she could be and he as deep inside her as possible, he ordered her to come for him. She grabbed his wrists and squeezed them to the point of pain the way he liked, and she came hard, her shoulders rising off the desk, her hips moving wildly against him, her voice nothing but a series of sharp desperate breaths. When she was done, Kingsley wrapped his arms around her, pulled up and pressed her chest against his. She kissed him and he kissed back, a desperate hungry kiss between lovers who knew exactly what the other one wanted. He fucked her as he kissed her, fucked her without mercy, and she took every thrust like his good girl should. He had to come, but he didn’t want to, not yet. He wanted to stay inside her hot wet hole all day and all night and until he’d died fucking her, and then he’d never have to think or remember or feel anything but the welcoming inside of a woman’s body again.
So much pressure…he could barely breathe… His thighs were shaking from the endless thrusting, his cock so sensitive it ached… In his ear Blaise whispered erotic encouragements. Come inside me, my King…I want it dripping down my thighs all day…as hard as you want…as hard as you can…
As hard as he could was hard enough that his eyes watered from the force of his own orgasm. He came with a rush, with a fierce deep spasm, and a rush of hot f luid inside her. In the back of his mind somewhere he heard Blaise crying out in what sounded like pain.
Far too quickly he came down from the high of his climax. He rested his head on Blaise’s shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him and laughed.
“You’re laughing at me?” Kingsley asked, slowly disentangling himself from her arms.
“I am. Look.” She raised her shoulder to show the bite mark on it. “You vampire.”
“I don’t remember doing that. My sincerest apologies.” He kissed the wound. He’d broken the skin but only a little.
“Don’t apologize. I love it when you give me presents.”
He pulled out of her and collapsed into his office chair.
“Your turn to handle cleanup.” He waved his hand at her, shooing her off his desk. She hopped off and pulled a box of tissues out of his desk.
“It’s always my turn to handle cleanup.”
“You’re so good at it.”
“Well, I can’t argue with that.” She knelt in front of him and used her tongue to gently lick him. It hurt. It always hurt to be touched after an orgasm. Pleasure and pain all in one act. He wasn’t satisfied until he’d had both.
When Blaise finished, she cleaned herself off with the tissues in his desk, got dressed and kissed him goodbye.
“That was fun. Want to go for round two tonight?” she asked.
“Please.”
“You’ll be sober?”
“No promises.”
Blaise rolled her eyes, kissed him again and left him alone in his office. Kingsley finished straightening his clothes and pulling himself back together. And then it happened the way it always happened. Thoughts. Memories. Things he wanted to forget but couldn’t all came rushing back into his mind. Life would be so much better if he could keep the blood in his cock and out of his brain all the time.