Page 40 of Dark Soul

“Please,” she begged, nearly incoherent with pleasure. “Please …”

His mouth stopped for an instant. “Please what?” he asked, looking up into her eyes.

And the sight of this big, strong man between her legs was more than she could bear. “Please don’t stop,” she begged.

“I won’t stop. Not until you’re coming on my mouth, baby. I promise you that.”

Alexia liked a man who kept his promises, and man, did Dark deliver. His tongue alternated between kissing and licking and, just when she was sure she couldn’t take any more, gently penetrating right inside her until she exploded, coming right against his mouth, her hips coming off the bed as she did so.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried out, her hands digging in his hair. And Dark didn’t seem to mind, but continued kissing her gently while she rode the orgasm to completion.

Afterwards, she lay there, completely sated.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much better than a sandwich, thanks,” she said, drawing a quick laugh from him.

She looked down to find he was still wearing his pants, the thick, obvious bulge in the front of them reminding them that one of them hadn’t finished yet.

“Take off your pants,” she ordered, still too limp to do much but wave her hand around his belt buckle. He pulled them off easily and lay back next to her on the bed.

His cock was a work of art, thicker even than it’d looked through the pants, and oozing pre-cum.

Her early satedness left her, replaced with a strange new buzzing. She wanted—no, needed—to feel him inside her.

She opened her legs at the knees, letting him know she was ready. Dark positioned himself between her legs, and there was such intensity in his gaze, she felt like she might combust.

Until he blinked, and something changed in his expression. Now he looked like someone had kicked him in the balls.

“What—“

“I don’t have a condom,” he groaned, sitting up in bed.

“What do you mean, you don’t have a condom?”

“I wasn’t expecting this. I don’t have a condom.”

“But you’re … you’re a man,” she sputtered. Her mind worked furiously to remember the time of her last period. It would probably be okay, but … she’d never had sex without a condom before. But she wanted him so badly.

“Hey. Whatever you’re thinking, stop it,” he said gently. “We’re not going to have sex without a condom.”

And she knew he was right. But fuck if she didn’t need to be filled. Her hips rose to meet his cock, and fuck if his cock didn’t jerk against her in response.

“But I … need …”

“That doesn’t mean there aren’t other things we can do,” he said in that low, deep voice. Two thick fingers disappeared inside her, the penetration slow and delicious. And while she’d seen his cock and it was much thicker than his fingers, she hadn’t been with a man in a long time, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she would have been able to take his cock.

“You’re so tight,” he said. Again, that strange, almost reverent tone.

Then his fingers curled inside her, feeling for that spot that made her stop breathing. Because breathing was optional, and the only thing that mattered was the pulsing, live wire of pleasure that pulled, and pulled, until she came in a wild explosion.

“Oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god,” she panted, as every one of her extremities curled.

“I can feel you coming against my fingers,” he whispered in her ear, and his words only made her come harder.

After a while, she came back to planet Earth.

“This isn’t fair. You …”