“Aren’t you going to bite me?” I gasped, hearing how needy and disappointed I sounded.
“Patience, Romeo.” Something about the way my name came out of him on a low singsong made me swallow hard. I watched him pop the lid of the lube and squirt some onto his fingers before tossing the bottle away to parts unknown. He was still smiling at me which had me gasping with need. As he pressed a finger into my hole, breaching it with only the tip, I practically bowed in two, coming up off the bed as he teased me relentlessly. I reached down for my own cock, circling the shaft as he stared at me. When he smiled this time, he looked like the very devil.
His fangs descended with a hiss, and I gasped. His finger sank deep, twisting inside me as I tried to relax. It was a near impossible task. When he added a second finger, I debated whether to start begging. I jacked my cock hard, and he used his free hand to hold my legs open as he slowly tunneled in and out of me with both fingers, twisting each time he sank in and dragging them along my insides as he pulled back out. I was so close to coming, I could barely hold back, yet something about the way he was looking at me made me hold back.
“There’s a very juicy artery right here.” He dragged a finger over a spot on my inner thigh, and as he watched me, I noticed the way magic seemed to twirl in his dark pupils. I was captivated by them.
“Please…bite me already!” I begged.
He smiled for only a moment, and then leaned back only a fraction before…
Vincent struck.
His fangs sank into my thigh and as has happened every time the vampire fed from me, the initial penetration of inch long fangs was agony. It lasted only a second…not even long enough for me to lose my erection. Instead, Vincent retracted his fangs and began to suck.
I blew out a shaky breath, only realizing at that moment that I’d been holding it in my lungs. It hurt more than I could put into thoughts when he struck but once he began sucking, everything changed. Perhaps it was the lust that ran between us or it was just because I was falling head over heels for this man. He seemed to need me and my blood on such a basic level. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the why of it. I was only beginning to become accustomed to how goddamned good it felt when he drank from me. It felt incredible as it always did.
If it were possible, my cock had grown even harder. I was moments away from giving up my load. When his reaching, searching, twisting fingers suddenly brushed over the knot of nerves inside me, I lost my mind. My orgasm slammed into me and I shot high onto my own chest. Over and over like waves, my climax crashed over me; while Vincent continued to suck, swallowing down my blood so that his body would be nourished. When he finally lifted his mouth, blood dripped down his chin. Come gathered in little puddles all over my torso, tangling in the hair on my chest, and I could no longer breathe.
He leaned back down and lapped at the tiny holes on the inside of my thigh, and I watched, fascinated by the ritual. It was the first time I’d seen him do this because every other time he’d fed from me, he’d chosen my neck. I almost chuckled, wondering whether he picked out veins, like I decided on light or dark meat at Thanksgiving. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair, making him lift his head. When he smiled at me, there were no trace of fangs or anything scary inside his beautiful mouth. I returned his smile and tugged on his hair.
“Come up here and let me suck you off. I can’t wait to taste you, Vincent.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he remarked as he sat back on his heels, his dick hard and thick with the head poking out through the retracted foreskin.
The sweet tip was leaking, and I reached for his hips as he straddled me and then hovered over my mouth, bracing his hands on either side of my face. I broke eye contact with him as I opened my mouth and took him inside, swallowing as much of his length as I could. Vincent Lasco was not a small man, so it took effort, especially at this angle, but I gave it my all. I’d never been thrown out of bed for my blowjob skills.
As it turned out, I needn’t have worried. He gave only four short thrusts into my mouth when he let out a howl and emptied his balls, shooting onto my tongue and to the back of my throat. I swallowed around the hot jets of semen, drinking him down like a rock star and trying not to show that he’d nearly choked me to death with the volume of his spend alone. When he finally finished shuddering and jerking above me, and I’d stopped swallowing, he pulled his cock free of my lips. I watched it slip out of my mouth, slick and still thick. The man was beyond sexy, and I somehow knew I was truly the luckiest creature on earth.
Chapter Ten
Prosper Woods Chronicle. Letters to the editor:
“On the way home from the farmer’s market, I almost ran over two mice wearing stilettos and pushing a cart of teeny weeny corn cobs. Who knew them things came from teeny weeny farmers?” Signed,
