Elfcharm Read Free

clit. He lapped at it with the flat of his tongue as his wet fingers slid back into me. I wanted to grip his hair, I wanted to stare down the curves of my body and watch him eat me, but unable to do either, all I could do was feel, feel his fingers inside of me, pushing my swollen walls open, feel his tongue on my clit, and feel my body filling with pleasure and power.
    When his fangs slid down, piercing my clit, the white hot pain flared through me just seconds before the orgasm finally, painfully, wonderfully crashed through me. I screamed and thrashed on the bed, pushing my pussy into his mouth as he drank my blood and juices and his fingers pumped in and out of me, harder and faster. When my body went limp and the waves of the orgasm washed through me, I felt him pull his fingers out of me ever so slowly as his fangs retreated. He lapped at me, cleaning every little drop, making my body spasm as his tongue continued to roll over my abused and happy clit.
    Andre reached up and pulled the blindfold off of my eyes. I blinked in surprise, my eyes adjusting to the light quickly as they shone with power, having gone quick-silver as the magic rushed through me. I glanced down and saw that he was swollen and hard, bulging against the ties of his pants. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my lips. Andre chuckled again, louder this time as he watched my face and saw where I was looking.
    “I can help you with that,” I offered, tilting my head to the side.
    “Yes, I suppose you could, if I let you,” he said, one eye brow arching. With one hand, he untied the belt, and my wrists were suddenly free. My hands tingled as the blood rushed back into them, but I was already reaching for those lacings. Andre stopped me easily, grabbing me with one arm around my waist and lifting me off the bed. He walked over to the end of the bed and set me down. He turned me around and bent me over slightly, placing my hands on the railing of the footboard.
    “Don’t you move,” he threatened, his lips against my ear again, his warm breath washing down my neck, making me shiver.
    “And what if I do?” I dared, looking at him over my shoulder.
    “You’ll find out what,” he said cryptically. I bit my lip again, realizing it was sore and tender from earlier. Andre watched me for a moment more to make sure I didn’t move before he dropped his eyes and hands to his pants. I didn’t want him to stop, desperate for those damn pants to come off, but I couldn’t help my curiosity. I turned towards him, taking one hand off the railing. He was next to me in a split second, one hand on my wrist, putting my hand back, and the other reached out and swatted me on the ass. The sound was a snap and my rear tingled with the sharp pain. I yelped in surprise, turning wide eyes to him.
    “I said don’t move,” he whispered, his voice low and almost angry. We stared at each other and I watched as the last bit of blue shrank from his eyes, going entirely black. I lifted one finger off of the rail and almost immediately felt the flat of Andre’s hand on my ass, smacking it, making it jiggle. I gripped the railing and he nodded before going back to unlacing his pants. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the pink mark on my ass in the shape of his hand, the imprint of his long fingers curving over the skin.
    Andre opened his pants, but didn’t pull them down. I had hoped to see him bare, with his muscled thighs and tight ass exposed as I was. He reached into his pants and gripped the length of his cock and pulled it out.
    “You know,” I said, lifting my hand again to gesture to it, “I could help you with that.”
    “You’d better think about helping yourself,” Andre said before he reached around and swatted my other cheek, making me hiss as my entire ass tingled in pain. His hand went into my hair, fisting against my skull as he pulled, arching my back as he pressed his cock between my ass cheeks.
    “Are you going to behave?” he