The Girl Who Bites Read Free

over-the-top violence of his body slamming against her sending her instantly to the edge of her orgasm. There was no holding back, nothing she could do but grip the edge of the box, her body convulsing beneath the onslaught of his cock and fingers, his hands the only thing keeping her from sliding to the floor. And then her orgasm broke like a flash flood, sweeping everything out of its path.
    When she screamed, Riley thrust himself so hard into her it drove her up on her toes. He held himself fully inside her, every muscle straining, even his breathing stopped.
    Amy was pretty sure they could hear Riley in the bar; his cry was loud, primal…somewhere between a roar and a battle cry.
    His cock was pulsing inside her, something that always brought a second wave of orgasmic pleasure surging through her, as he pumped his hips quickly, his hands now resting beside hers, his body almost pressing her into the crate.
    There was no one else, not even Luke, whose cock she was so acutely aware of inside her, every nuance, every vein, every pump and thrust and twitch. She occasionally thought his cock had been made just for her body, the contours matching exactly. But she usually lost the train of that thought pretty quickly as Riley continued moving inside her, humping against her, grinding his hips against her ass.
    Finally he pulled away and Amy slumped down on the crate. Before she had time to catch her breath though, he spun her around, picking her up and setting her up on the box.
    This was the second thing she’d learned about Riley. He enjoyed eating her out after he came inside her. It never failed, he was always there, ready to lap up everything he’d left behind.
    Riley pulled her sharply toward the edge of the box and she leaned back, resting on her elbows, spreading her legs. This part was pure heaven, although sometimes she was so raw it was almost painful as he lapped and sucked at her.
    But tonight, it was going to be perfect, just what she loved about her post-fucking session with Riley, with his little eccentricity. If he caught her just at the right moment, as she was still riding the last waves of her orgasm, he’d trigger a whole fresh set of sensations.
    And tonight he did. His tongue brushed against her clit, sending a little shock wave through Amy’s body. Her hips shuddered, her legs twitched…and then he drove his tongue deep inside her, seeking whatever it was he wanted to find there. She really didn’t care; that tongue did magic things to her, sent her quaking and shivering into another wave of pleasure.
    Clutching one tit, pulling at her own nipple, she threw her head back, grunting as she came again and again, as Riley’s diligent efforts to apparently remove all traces of his own come sent her on that giddy rollercoaster ride of ecstasy.
    He finally stood up, wiping his mouth on his sleeve, looking down at her, his expression unreadable. She never knew where the Riley who sat at the bar went, but he sure wasn’t the guy with her in the storeroom.
    For many reasons, Amy had never bitten Riley. For one thing, he never hugged her, never faced her, so easy access was out of the question. Plus he was wicked fast, spinning her around or picking her up. She could have easily outmaneuvered him, but she really didn’t want to force the issue, not with Riley.
    But most of all, she just didn’t want to add another dimension to his strange life. And the sex from him was enough to cut him that little bit of slack.
    The routine after that was the same; he’d silently leave first, head to the men’s. Amy would try her damndest to recover, but she usually returned to the bar with shaky knees and trembling hands. It occurred to her at times like this, for a vampire, she certainly wasn’t all that dominant during sex.
    She remembered back over the centuries, to her encounters with vampires, those whom she’d taken into her bed. The sex had been so powerful, so long-lasting, so utterly fucking amazing…but