Change of Heart

stroked my shaft.
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    by Mary Calmes
    "I had no idea I could ever feel like this." He smiled suddenly. "Amazing."
    I was barely listening, too consumed with my cock in his hand and the ripples of electricity that were slithering through my body.
    "Can you see yourself when you look in the mirror? I know women that aren't as beautiful as you are."
    I was listening, but more, I was feeling. His hand was sliding easily over my slick, leaking cock, and when his tongue licked over the head, I moaned loudly.
    "Look what I can do to you."
    I was shivering as he took me into his mouth, swallowing my shaft down his throat as he eased me forward so I was hanging off the seat. It felt so good, his mouth so hot, so wet, his tongue swirling over my sensitive skin as he sucked hard.
    My head fell back against the seat, my eyes closing as I drowned in the sensations. He knew what I wanted, needed: to be dominated without feeling powerless.
    "Jin..." he breathed as I heard the rustling of plastic and then the snap of the bottle cap.
    Two lubed fingers slid deep inside me, past the inner ring of muscle, and the pressure, combined with the hot suction on my cock, sent me hurtling into the sun. It was ecstasy, and I came in his mouth like he wanted, shuddering my release.
    He drank me down, swallowing hard as he added another finger to the two in my ass, shoving deep and hard as I writhed against him.
    "Look."
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    by Mary Calmes
    I couldn't get my eyes to open.
    "Look." His voice was a sharp command.
    I lifted my eyes slowly and realized he had hold of my wrist. But my hand was not mine; instead, there were long, dark claws where my nails should have been. My eyes lifted to his but stopped on his neck where the cuts were. He was bleeding. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry," I gasped, jerking under him, trying to roll free.
    But I was impaled suddenly on his fingers, and my back bowed as I almost swallowed my tongue. Everything he did to me felt so good, so amazing.
    "Only with me, your mate, can you be free," he said softly, the smile wicked, and I felt the bite on the inside of my thigh.
    "And to me, seeing you like this, your fangs showing, your lips swollen, and your cat eyes... jet black... to know that I made you like this, my mate... you make me burn for you."
    I felt his lips on my skin above my cock and then watched as he licked and sucked his way up my abdomen to my chest and finally my throat. His fingers moved deeper inside me, and I rose up off the seat to push my skin against his hot mouth. I saw his fangs for a second before they were buried in me. The pain was excruciating, but my attention went instantly to his withdrawing fingers. He put both hands on my hips and I was lifted, transferred from the cool leather to his lap.
    His long, thick, dripping cock slid easily between my parted cheeks, reached my entrance, and pushed inside. I gasped because he was so big, so hard, stretching me instantly, painfully, tight.
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    "Did I hurt you?"
    "Yes... and no." The sting was already easing, and I shifted against him, seating myself deeper so he'd know that the pain was of no consequence when balanced against the pleasure.
    "I'm trying to be gentle."
    "Gentle is not what I need," I whimpered, trying to get him to move. At twenty-four, my libido was boundless, and just his skin touching mine made me crazy. I had been ready to drop dead before I took a shower, but seeing the man, having his mouth on me, had woken me.
    His growl was instant as he gripped my thighs, sliding his swollen rod in deeper as his fingers worked over my own hardening cock.
    I lifted up, feeling the slide of lube and every inch of receding pressure before his breathing faltered and caught as I sank slowly back down onto him, holding him tight within my clenching rings of muscle.
    "I need to be buried in you."
    "Please," I barely got out.
    The second he pounded on the window separating us from the driver, the car slowed and stopped. He slipped back out of me, flung open the door, and yanked me from the car after him. It was pitch-dark outside, and there was no one on the road but us. The headlights of the car illuminated the trees on the opposite side of the street.
    I was hurled up against the side of the car, gasping as my stomach and chest hit the cold steel, my hands flat on the glass, my face turned to try and see him in the cloaking darkness.
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