Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 90

Rebecca

William is a work of art. Beautifully sculpted and so large. His eyes are glowing, and I shudder as I take him in-every ridge and valley of that perfect chest.

I've never had a man like this before, and I can't stop myself from touching William now that he is above me.

My fingers glide over William's hot skin. It's as if he is burning up from within, and his breaths are coming in fast.

William doesn't say anything and doesn't comment on me moaning. He seems to love my hands on him, loving how I'm getting wetter from simply gliding my palms over his rippling muscles, smooth and toned. His eyes meet mine. "How do you like it?"

"I like it all. Everything about you."

His lips curl. "I was talking about the s*x, how you want to be f****d, but thank you for the compliment."

"Oh," I blush but force out my will through words. My hands are questing to replace their way back to his pecs. "I want you above me like this where I can see these."

"These?"

"Your fat pecs."

William opens his mouth but closes it when my thumbs replace his hardened n*****s, and then he stops breathing altogether.

Oh, he likes this?

That knowledge makes me more playful and gives me courage.

I have to touch him, t*****e him.

The little nub of his n****e turns me on so much, and I sink my hands further into his muscles. Dear Lord. I must bite into my lower lip to keep myself from moaning.

Though, it gets impossible to keep quiet when I notice this is getting to William too. His eyes are blown huge, and those little tremors within him grow stronger as I flick his nipples. Such sexy pecs.

William is so hot.

Big.

I press down hard.

Willian releases a choked cry, and his arms shake from the pleasure I'm giving him. He has such sensitive n*****s. I continue toying with them, which seems to drive him mad. "Oh... f**k... Keep touching me, Rebecca..."

I whisper my response. "I didn't plan on stopping."

William's warm breath is on my face, and he kisses me, but not even my lips can contain his animalistic groans. He must love getting worshipped; the best part is I'm getting off on it too. My p***y is so wet.

I continue toying with him. Touch him. Feel him up.

My eager hands make William's eyes roll into the back of his head.

Shaking, he pins me underneath him, and his scent is so near and vivid that I'm growing lightheaded.

Playfully, I flick my thumbnail over his n****e while William kisses me. He grunts into my mouth, his hips jerking forward.

When he leans back, his eyes are dilated. "I need to be inside you, Rebecca. You're driving me mad, and you're not even my mate. f**k. I'm close, and I'm not even inside you either." Oh, those words...

My lids flutter.

I can feel William's large c**k press against me. The idea of having s*x with him frightens me. It does, but...

Something about William turns me on and makes me want him.

I trust him, even though we are enemies.

"I want you too," I admit. "So badly."

I stare at his gorgeous face, all of my awareness centered on his hands touching my breasts. They are small, yet they seem to turn William on as he continues to handle them. "Can I f**k you?" He asks.

Despite feeling exposed and vulnerable, I whisper. "Please."

William growls. I'm aching for him. So deep down that my s*x clenches when he presses the tip of his c**k against my opening.

Holy s**t. William is huge, engorged, and erect. My insides are already throbbing in anticipation.

William must sense my reaction because he makes a hungry sound and pushes in another inch.

Oh-my-god.

I'm stretched wide, filled up, and he isn't even all the way inside!

William is in no rush, though. He is looking at me, matching my breathing and watching me with his beautiful eyes.

He must be savoring the moment. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and I inhale. I want to lick that spot too.

I'm momentarily distracted, but not enough to miss the intense pleasure shooting between my legs. It hurts, but it's also so goddamn addicting when William thrusts into me. Another thrust and I moan, slipping into pleasure. I see stars, and for a moment, I'm weightless. But William is there. His arms are resting on either side of me, and I meet his eyes. There is lust there, and it keeps me together. William dips his head, kissing me while rocking his hips, thrusting into me.

The pleasure builds in my core, but I don't want it. Not yet. I can't come now. I fight it and shove at William's chest.

"No kisses," I breathe.

His brows furrow with a frown, and a growl of frustration escapes him as he swoops down.

Those lush lips settle on my neck, and he kisses me angrily. Like he took it personally when I said "No kisses," and now he is punishing me for it with his tongue. I love it.

Angry William is hot.

He sinks down and sucks on my n****e while his calloused fingers trail up my sides, gripping me while he thrusts into me harder.

Oh, god.

What is that spot he is f*****g me in?

It feels so...

It feels soooo good.

My breath hitches, and William notices. He keeps the same rhythm, and I cry out in total abandon.

"Don't stop!" I shout at him with chopped breathing. "If you stop, I will die! Just keep going!"

If we move, if we stop now, it might all dissolve. I'm climbing, reaching a new high I've never felt before. Bliss is a drug in my veins.

William groans as though in pain. "F**k... You're so wet for me. It's incredible," he dips down to kiss my lips anyway, placing his palm against my cheek after it. "You're so gorgeous."

Those words make me shake. My clit is pulsing with my heartbeat, and William picks up speed. Sweat glistens over his skin and muscles.

He is gorgeous, making sounds, and looking at me as if he can't get enough of the view. As if he needs to absorb every moment.

And his c**k is so perfect, so thick and deep inside me.

I can't fight my moans, can't fight my fingers digging into his broad, muscular shoulders.

"Christ," William growls. "You're so perfect... So tight... Rebecca..."

The hot skin of his chest is slick, and he pushes me further into the mattress, his breath a rough, sexy sound. Both of us groan when he pulls out, only to ram his c**k further into me, working his way deeper. Its heaven.

Its hell.

I'm tossing and turning, thrashing against the pillows. My hair spills out over it, and William grunts. He pumps hard and deep.

Every thrust sends me closer to toppling over the edge. I've been balancing there for a while. But I can't hold on. The thickness of William's c**k filling is making me clench and throb.

I'm turning tense while also shaking with pleasure. I didn't know it could be like this. So freaking good. So freaking addicting.

My hands clutch the shifting muscles of William's back, pulling the big guy closer. He trembles, his grip moving down to my a*s.

His eyes plead with mine, asking me if he can do what he wants. I smile, giving him permission, and he thrust into me.

Again and again until he groans. He is shaking.

"Rebecca," he rasps in my ear. "You're so beautiful."

Another thrust.

So close. So close.

Another roll of his hips and I scream his name into the winds. I come like a rippling storm. The ecstasy of it all is overwhelming. I'm tingling all over. Convulsing.

And it sets something off within William. Snaps his patience like a rope because he goes wild, bucking and thrusting.

His eyes meet mine, and time stops.

The way he looks at me, all heat and affection. I know exactly what William feels because I feel it too. Deep within my bones. An urgency. A passion. A connection.

I dig my fingers into the tight peach of his a*s-holy s**t, I've never felt a more perfect a*s.

William's entire body goes tense and harder than granite. It's straining against mine as he comes with a harsh cry. He is so sexy. His eyes never leave mine until the last spasm goes through him. Goddamn.

We melt into each other, and William sinks down to kiss my lips. It's softer, almost gentle.

Both our chests are lifting and filling like we share the same breath.

"God, Rebecca. That was so... I lack words..." His voice falls silent, but his grip on me tightens. Like he doesn't want me to go. Like he wishes to keep me locked inside his room forever. It makes reality crash over me like a rude awakening.

This isn't my mate.

What the f**k have I done?