Free Hunting Karoly by Marie Treanor Page B

shot through me, along with a desire so sharp that my body thrust itself into his, grinding into his crotch. My hands fought their way inside his soaking wet shirt, feverishly caressing the cool, damp skin of his back and the hard muscle beneath.
    He tugged up my skirt and swept his hands over my bare thighs and my cotton-covered ass. He took the elastic of my knickers between both hands and tore. They split down the seam and fell in a puddle at my feet. A sound like a sob escaped from my mouth into his. He wore no underwear. Beneath his coarse, wet kilt, I could feel only smooth, hard skin, his tight, shapely buttocks.
    I gasped again as his fingers found my pussy. Dear God, I remembered them, wanted them…
    “Hot and wet,” he whispered, sliding them around my slick inner thighs, collecting the moisture running down them and taking it back to the flooding pool in my pussy. “Soaking wet and ready… So ask me again.”
    Bringing my own hands around his thighs, my trembling fingers forced their way between our bodies to find the shaft of his cock. I moaned aloud at the feel of it, huger and thicker than any I had ever encountered and at my touch, I heard some sort of growl come out of his throat. For the first time, I was fully aware of my effect on him and I loved it.
    I closed both my hands around his cock, drawing back the skin with one, caressing the slippery head with the other, squeezing until his growl deepened. I slid my hand all the way down his shaft, over the thick root and cupped his taut, heavy balls, rolling them in my fingers. The vampire hissed between his teeth.
    Breathlessly I said, “Why should I ask you? Can’t you enter without invitation?”
    And he smiled, deliberately pushing his finger inside me. I gasped. “Oh I have all the invitation I need right here.” Bringing his finger out, he showed it to me, glistening and running with my moisture. “I just want to hear you say the words.”
    “Bastard,” I whispered, as he began to rub his creamed finger over my nipple, driving me almost insane. He bent his head and slowly licked my pussy moisture off my nipple. Abruptly, I seized his ponytail in one hand, tugging.
    “Fuck me,” I gasped. “Fuck me now or I’ll die.”
    Raising his head, he smiled wolfishly. His green eyes were so dark they looked black. Grasping my leg, he pulled it up over his hip. “I like to hear you say please…”
    I had never begged in my life before, certainly not for sex, but here the words, the situation were all so strange that that the idea of saying them just aroused me even more. Letting go of his cock, I took his face between my hands and looked into his amazing eyes.
    “Please,” I said clearly. “Please fuck me, you beautiful, beautiful bastard. Please fuck me right here, right now…”
    I had to break off as he pushed himself straight inside me with one smooth stroke. It was incredible. Showers of sensation flew outward from my pussy. He was so big within me, so huge, so…
    “Cold!” I gasped. “Your cock is cold!”
    “What do you expect?” he asked, pulling back until he almost left me, then pushing back in, long and slow. “I’ve been dead for five hundred years. It will warm inside you. But I’m told the cold can be pleasurable too. You might find you like it.”
    And God help me, I did. He fucked me with big, powerful strokes, slow at first and interspersed with a sensual grinding that drove me wild. I could feel his cock rubbing delightfully against all my internal muscles. Every movement inside me brought a weird, icy pleasure that built impossibly.
    “How many men have you had, vampire hunter?” he asked unsteadily.
    “Too many,” I gasped.
    “Did any of them please you like this?”
    “None,” I said with total honesty. If I’d got any true pleasure from it at all, I’d been doing well, but even the best of them had been nothing like this. This was wild and overpowering and I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted my orgasm