eclipsingeverystar:
There was a stutter in his own rhythm following hers as she said his name. There was power in the way Kyrsta always said it, didnât matter what they were doing. She had a hold on him that no one ever had before, owned him completely. Jack peppered her face in kisses, all he could do since he didnât want to try kissing her deep with his fangs still on display.
She would never truly be hurt by his hand, heâd sooner cut it off. From the moment he saw her, heâd not only wanted to help her like his other clients, but to protect her as well. That feeling only grew with every session the two of them shared. He was able to read her and he was sure even if he hadnât been a werewolf, heâd be able to do it then too.
âIâm always going to treat you good, princess. You deserve the best.â He growled low in his throat as she kissed him, mindful of the fangs. He slowed down a little, but as Krysta reiterated herself and what she wanted ( him ), he pistoned his hips. Each thrust causing the headboard to hit back against the wall, the sound it caused echoing the slap of their skin each time they met. âYouâre mine, Krysta. And Iâm yours.â His eyes seemed to burn brighter then and they didnât leave her face as he started to come inside her.
Krysta threw her head back, breasts bouncing with each passionate thrust he gave her. She bit her lip hard enough to bruise, a swell of pretty red announcing itself against her porcelain features. âDaddy,â she whined. âPlease c-come inside me. I want to-- â A purred moan fell from her mouth. âJack... Oh God.â Though her body ached, her orgasm built with the strength he powered between her legs, again and again. âIâm yours, Jack.â Her nails dug blunt crescents into Jackâs lower back, desperate to keep him inside her.Â
Krysta felt like a different person when Jack fucked her. She felt possessed by a confidence that buried itself beneath her skin. Jack set her free in every way. Krysta groaned. She wanted to milk every last bit of him, every solitary  drop, until she was so full, cum dripped out of her and onto the sheets. They were already soaked from her first orgasm, but the strawberry blonde was greedy for more.
Watching as he entered her, her slickness on his cock mesmerizing, she dared not close her eyes. The pull of his abs. The dark grace of his voice. âF-fuck, Daddy...â Krysta came with a silent gasp, thighs and muscles spasming around his thick cock. She was exhausted and sated with each thundering hear beat. Krysta didnât wait for the weight of post-sex bliss before slowly dipping her fingers between her legs and licking their combined taste into her mouth.Â
















