She wrapped her fingers around his head as their mouths ferociously pressed together. Their kisses heated as he plunged his tongue into hers, each tasting each other's blood, each hungry, each desperate to feel the heat of the other.
He released her legs and reached down tearing her bra apart. He buried his face in her breasts, kissing them, stroking them with his tongue, leaving a trail of blood behind. He had forgotten what it felt like to feel the sensation of hard nipples pressed against his tongue, and he savored every minute of it. The sounds of her moans echoed in his ears and seethed through his veins. Womanly sounds he had long since forgotten, drowned out over time by the sounds of footsteps from the guards as they routinely walked by his cell, muffled from the clanking of chains that bound him to a life of solitude and desolation.
Her body moved under his touches, making his lust more intense as his kisses grew more fervent. And his mind was lost, caught up in the moment, in a passion that had brought him back to life.
What was he doing? He didn't even know her? But it didn't matter. He was caught up in a passion he couldn't understand nor wanted to understand. He needed to think about something else besides being on the run, besides looming threats. He needed to feel like a man again, to feel the body of a beautiful woman again.
He moved down her body, his hands gliding along her skin. Until he touched the bruise he inflicted on her from his punches. She winced in discomfort and he moved his hand away. He sat up, lifting her legs high above his head and slipped her slacks and panties off her body. Her legs rested on his broad shoulders and he buried his face between her legs.
It had been so long since he tasted this kind of warmth, and he salivated at the wetness of her vagina against his parched lips. He sucked on her sweet spot and her body squirmed underneath his as she grabbed his head, pushing his face harder against her clit. He sucked harder until she let out a high pitch scream, her legs wrapping tightly around his head. Her grip was strong and he battled to pull her legs apart, his biceps bulging as he fought while he continued to suck her until she came. Her juices sweetening his desire for more.
He quickly dispersed of his clothes and lowered his body on top of her. His thick mass at her entrance. And he looked at her. The beauty of big blue eyes, the sexiness of her full lips. He touched her lower lip with his finger, picking up a drop of blood and stuck it in her mouth, watching her suck the blood off his finger, watching her take his entire finger in the depths of her mouth.
His penis throbbed against her opening and as he was about to plunge inside her, she grabbed him across his shoulders and rolled him over on his back, laying on top of him. Her hair draped seductively along her sides. She grinned salaciously then delved her mouth upon his. Their kisses hungry once more, their mouths aggressively attacking each other. She lightly bit his lip, causing him a slight pain but he didn't flinch, wanting anything & everything she had to give him.
Then she flicked her blond strands above her head and covered his face. She kissed his chest, her mouth moving lower as her long hair trailed behind, gliding along his body. She gripped his penis in her hands and stroked it as she continued to move down his body. Her mouth reached his waist and she bit it. He grunted in pain and she licked the small trickle of blood that oozed from his wound. She then continued lower.
She took his penis in her mouth and he let out a moan, pushing her hair back and lifting his body to watch. She moved up and down, her tongue caressing his shaft. She could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum with the stain of her blood as she sucked his mass.
He roughly grabbed a handful of her hair and firmly held it in his hands, pushing her head down, plunging his cock deeper down her throat. She didn't gag, she took his thick mass whole and he yanked her hair up, then pushed her head down repeatedly. Lincoln drifted back, relishing the wetness of her mouth on his cock. His mind setting aside the horrors of his life, relinquishing the anger that raged inside him.
He rolled her over on her back and kneeled, lifting her legs, resting them on his broad shoulders. Jane massaged his defined chest. And he watched her expression as she smiled at the masculinity of his body. Her hands roaming his flesh, reaching the bite mark on his waist. He looked at the bite then grinned as he pressed down on the bruise on her abdomen, watching her squirm in pain. He pressed on it again and as she grunted in pain he held his thick mass in his hand and shoved it hard inside her vagina. Then pressed on her wound again as he plunged deeper.
Her face lit up with excitement, with the feeling of pain and pleasure, and she roughly grabbed his ass and pushed him further inside. He pumped her hard and laid his body on top of her, her legs still resting on his shoulders. Plunging his tongue in her mouth as he pounded her insides. They moaned together and with each thrust their mouths griped each other with such unvarnished passion and overwhelming desire.
The heat of their lust, the feeling of their union, was so consuming that it made them both mad as they drank each other wounds. Their lips swollen and thirsty, rubbing together as their cuts opened up further, as their blood silked its way through their tongues.
She caressed his back, pressing him against her body. He continued to pound her slow but hard. His balls banging against her ass. She dug her nails into his back and scraped along his flesh, leaving tiny spots of blood along his skin. He winced in pain but didn't waver, continuing to pump his thick mass in and out of her wet warmth, continuing to delve inside that beautiful mouth of hers. The pain, the pleasure, the intensity of this moment as they fed on each other. Until he came, spurting thick juices inside her, pushing deep for that final throb. They both let out a deep moan, releasing the demons that had been locked inside them.