He grabbed her hips and pulled her down at the same time he lifted his head and drove his tongue inside.

Her hips bucked and her cunt coated his tongue with a rush of juices.

Yeah, responsive.

Fuck.

He ate her, he did it hard and mercilessly, holding her down as she panted, whimpered, ground in, rocked, tore her nightshirt off like she couldn’t bear it anymore, then tried to shift away when he knew it was getting too much for her. But he kept at her, the sweet tang of her finally on his tongue outside a dream. It was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Better than her blood and her blood was sublime.

He made her come and she did it hard, slamming down on him and crying out, “Abel, baby,” like she’d done in her dream.

Definitely better in reality.

She was still feeling it when he yanked her down his body and fisted a hand in her hair, looking at her face soft and languid with her orgasm, his cock aching to drive into her.

“You’re gonna take my dick now,” he said roughly.

“Okay, Abel,” she breathed.

“Ride me or I ride you?”

Her head fell forward, her lips sliding across his cheek to his ear where she whispered, “Fuck me, baby.”

He rolled her to her back, positioned, and drove in.

Her back arched clean off the bed, her knees jerking up, her head digging into the mattress, her moan driving straight to his dick.

Christ, she was unbelievable.

He let go and she took him. More than took him. He was not unaware he was generously endowed, but her pussy accommodated him, clutched him, gripped him, milked him, demanded more from him. All this even as Delilah did the same, clawing at his back, jerking up her knees to get more, panting and gasping. He held nothing back, ramming into her hot wet so hard, he drove her up the bed until her head was hanging off the side.

“Abel,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he grunted.

She lifted her head, her eyes slits, the look on her face making him pound harder. She lifted her hands to grip his head on either side and she whimpered, “Abel.”

“Fuck yeah,” he growled.

She held on as her head dropped back, her mouth opening, no sound coming out, but he knew she was there because her cunt seized his dick and immediately milked his orgasm right out of him. He buried himself deep, his ass clenching as he poured his seed inside her on a savage snarl.

The orgasm so big, unable to hold himself up, he dropped to her, his lips to her neck arched back over the mattress, her pulse pounding into his skin.

She slid her hands into his hair and held him there.

It took a while but eventually she spoke.

“You’re kinda good at that.”

He smiled against her skin.