I stood as still as I could as she reached out and unbuckled my belt. She looked up at me when she undid my pants and pulled them down, along with my boxers. My cock had been hard since that first kiss. It took everything in me not to help her as she slowly— so fucking slowly— took it into her mouth.
I threw my head back and savored the feeling of her full lips. She was so fucking hot sucking on me. She brought her hand out and started to tug as she worked her tongue. She scraped her fangs ever so gently against the side, and I shivered at the intensity of it. I had to stop her almost immediately.
Cock still in hand, she removed her mouth and looked up at me. Her eyes so wide and innocent—beautiful. I pulled her up to me and kissed her.
“Was there something wrong?” she asked softly. I laughed.
“God, no. I just—” I motioned to the pants still around my knees. “Lemme get these off.” I sat down and pulled all of my remaining clothes off. I then turned back to her. She was wearing just her bra. I shook my head and grinned. “Nah, let’s get that off too.”
She giggled and obliged. And then, I pounced.
I needed to be inside her, and she was just as eager. She laid down, and I crushed my lips against hers as I moved in between her legs. “Desi,” she sighed as I nipped her bottom lip. It bled for only a moment before closing. I licked it up, and the familiar taste of her blood drove me inside of her. She let out a small cry as I took her. I loved it. Every time we fucked, she seemed not to be expecting the stretch, the reach, and the rhythm I reveled in.
“What?” I mumbled as I picked up the pace, and she began gasping my name.
“You’re such a fucking loser,” she gasped.
“I love you, Nerd.”
“I shouldn’t, but I do.” She replied, pulling me down to her for another kiss.
Her body melded with mine so perfectly. It was truly as if we were built for each other. How could this be wrong? I’d never felt this close with anyone. I wanted to feel like this forever. I wanted to stay inside of her forever if I could.
We changed positions, and she sat on my lap rolling her hips. This was always my undoing. Her breasts were at eye level as her pussy clenched my cock for dear life. I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked, licked, and bit down.
She began to slow, and I knew it was because she was trying to stave off her orgasm. I knew her body almost as well as I knew my own. I began to buck, thrusting from under her. She gasped and ground down on me, which was her mistake. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she came. She was something to behold. Mouth open, pussy pulsing, and struggling to catch her breath. It took everything in me not to finish with her.
But I wasn’t ready. I knew the moment our bodies separated, there was a chance she was going to repeat her original stance. That I needed to leave. But I couldn’t. Not without her. She was mine, even if she didn’t think so. I was determined to show her everything we could be. What we would be.
As soon as her body came down from her orgasm, I rolled her onto her back and thrust back into her as hard and as fast as I could. She let out another cry of ecstasy, and it drove me on. Her moans spurred me, and finally, I decided I didn’t want to keep edging. I thrust hard again and let myself explode.
I collapsed beside her and pulled her into my arms. She put her arms around my body and rested her head on my chest. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Easy,” I said. “Don’t worry about whatever it is. I’ve got it. How many times have I said it? You seriously underestimate me.”
She snuggled deeper into me, and for a moment, I wondered if I liked this more than sex. No, but it was a close second.
“You’re a teddy bear in disguise. No, you’re like two different people. Desi and Desiderio.”
I chuckled. My hand went to her long, dark, always messy locks. I started to run my fingers through them. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. You’ve got Desiderio,” she said my full name with a deep booming voice. “The scary Seven Sin. Member of the vampire mafia. You don’t mess with him or any of the others. And then, there’s Desi.” She perked up at my shortened name.
“And who’s he?” I asked, my fingers moving from her hair to her bare shoulder. I heard her sigh before answering.
“Desi is-mine. My Desi likes horror movies and cinnamon candy. He spends his time avoiding anything important and tries his hardest to get me to do the same. He’ll do anything to make me laugh, to make me- happy.”
“That Desi, he sounds like a decent guy.”
“He’s my favorite.”
My hands continued lazily, exploring her soft body. They dipped to her chest, and I drew my hands over the tattoo directly in the middle of it. I went to trace the thick, nasty scar, but then—it wasn’t there. We both tensed.
Unintentionally, I shoved her off of me and sat up. She tried to cover up with her arms, but it was too late. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stared at the tattoo. The one that covered up the scar she was given when she made a deal with a demon. I licked my lips and asked her what I already knew. What she was begging me not to say out loud.
“Scout, did you break your curse?”
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