“Yes, mistress?” His eyes, hooded with lust, meet my own, and I can’t help but growl in frustration.
“More… I need more.”
Without preamble, Vin’s mouth descends on me with ravenous hunger. Each graze of his teeth and swipe of his tongue sends me closer to that edge. I can hardly breathe, chasing an orgasm that is a hair’s breadth away. I need to move; I need to do something. The orgasm builds and builds, until it shoots through me, so fucking intense that I’m blinded by it. Convulsions rack my body as I begin to come back down from my high. My throat is raw from screaming Vin’s name.
Through it all, he continues to suck me, lapping up my juices. When he finally lifts his head, his lips are glistening and his smile is smug.
He’s not going to be so smug when I’m through with him.
I crook a finger in a come-hither gesture, and he immediately stands. My own legs wobbly, I force myself to my feet and drop down onto my knees before him. His eyes widen slightly as I grip his length.
“Baby girl—” His words cut off in a moan as my tongue darts out to lick the underside of his crown. Keeping my eyes on his blissful face, I draw his swollen head entirely in my mouth, my other hand remaining at the base. His moans amplify my own lust, and I can feel myself getting wet again.
My head bobs as I swallow him, my tongue gliding along the underside of his cock. When he attempts to grab my head and thrust into me, I pull away with a disapproving glare.
“My cock,” I warn, tightening my grip on his throbbing length. I wait for him to acknowledge me, to respond, and when he nods once, I lower my lips back to his cock. Instead of taking him in my mouth, I lick up and down the sides like a damn lollipop, reveling in each intake of his breath and hiss through his gritted teeth. I remove my hand from the base to cup his balls, pulling and twisting them.
“Fuck!” Vin curses, body shifting slightly. I grip the head of his cock once more and pull him back into my mouth, bobbing my head as he releases moan after moan. I can feel his cock swell, his release imminent, but I pull away before he can come.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, climbing to my feet and kissing his swollen lips. I know he can taste himself on me, and that thought only increases my desire. I’m so wet for him, so ready. “Make love to me.”
In the next moment, my back is on the floor with Vin hovering over me. His eyes travel to my heavy breasts and then to where his cock is touching my stomach. He reaches over my head, towards the desk in the living room, and removes a box of condoms. It topples to the floor, nearly hitting my head, as he uses his teeth to open up a wrapper. I watch in fascination as he slides it over his length, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Vin…” I breathe, scraping my fingernails across his back and shoulders. His name on my lips is his undoing.
He slides into me in one long thrust, giving me only a second to adjust, before he begins to move. My eyelids are heavy as I stare into his piercing brown eyes, so dark they’re almost black. I feel so incredibly full, the walls of my pussy contracting around his girth.
“You feel so tight, baby girl. So tight. So good.”
“Faster,” I beg, digging my hands into his sculpted ass. I slap down—hard—and his cock twitches inside of me. Immediately, his hips begin to move, his cock driving in and out of me. He brings his hands to my breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh, as tears blur my vision. It feels good, so fucking good. Things that feel this good shouldn’t be real. Is he only a dream? Will he disappear when I wake up in the morning? If my life as a hated vampire taught me one thing, it’s that good things never last.
He lowers his lips to my breasts and takes one nipple into his mouth. I begin to cry, desperate for the orgasm only he can bring me. His tongue swipes across the sensitive nub before he brings his mouth to my other, neglected nipple. He immediately bites down, obtaining another moan from me.
“You’re so beautiful.” He trails his lips up my neck and back to my mouth, pulling me into a heated kiss capable of catching this entire house on fire. “So beautiful.”
His thrusts intensify, bringing pleading whimpers from my lips as my fingers continue to dig into his ass. I lower one finger to his asshole and breach the tight ring of muscles.
“Fuck!” he hisses, teeth gritted.
“Yes, just like that.” Heat coils between my legs, and I’m pretty sure I’m seeing stars. “I’m so close. So fucking close.”
I add a second finger into his asshole, and he immediately picks up speed, each thrust of his hips sending me that much closer towards the impending explosion. The last few flexes of his body send me spiraling over that steep, beautiful edge. My pussy clamps down on his cock as it swells inside of me. He roars out his own release as his teeth bite down on my shoulder.
This time, I’m positive I’m seeing stars as I momentarily lose my capability to speak, hear, or even think.
My body is heavy with fatigue as I finally come down from my high. I’m shaking and crying, repeatedly kissing Vin’s sweat-soaked skin.
“Fucking hell,” he murmurs, pushing himself onto his elbows and then rolling off of me. Quickly, he removes the condom and tosses it in the garbage. He then grabs at my shoulders until I’m draped over his chest, his arm around me in an iron
