Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“That feels good, little one,” Hans said, “it’s been some time since I’ve had anyone to share my evening glory with.”
That made me smile.
I stroked the thick veins on his cock.
“Take what you need,” Hans said. “My body is yours, just as yours is mine.”
The offer was magical. The sentiment so real it set my heart alight.
I knew what I needed before I was ready to take him inside me again, though. I needed help to get me ready. I needed his mouth…
“As I said,” he whispered. “Your pleasure is all that counts right now. I’ll take mine through yours.”
The invitation gave me a thrill. Inexperience meant nothing in my new adventure. I was growing in confidence. I could sense right through me just how much he was craving me, just as much as I wanted him.
“More than that,” he told me. “I’ve been waiting for you for centuries, remember?”
He guided me up and onto him, and I felt so raw as I positioned my knees on either side of his face, but fuck, it was blissful. He groaned as his mouth worked me, his tongue flicking at my clit so perfectly that I was moving to a rhythm within seconds. He gripped my ass cheeks and urged me on, and I let myself free.
Damn. It was insanely hot.
I was riding Hans’ beautiful face, and he was as crazy for it as I was. I opened my thighs wider, offering my pussy spread bare and he moaned along with me, Fuck, he made me so wet. I knew I his face must be soaked, and it only spurred me on.
I waited for the pain, but it didn’t come. He teased my wounds with his teeth but didn’t bite me.
For once, it was a relief. I was sore enough without it. I just hoped I would be good enough for him without blood.
His thoughts came loud and clear.
Your body doesn’t need more bites right now, and neither do I. Your body needs more sex. Take what you want, exactly how you want it.
He was right. My pussy needed to take his cock, and I needed to be ready for it.
I moaned, moving in sync with him as he lapped and played and sucked my clit. I braced myself on the pillows and my back arched, and my hips circled, and Hans kept on giving. His mouth was divine.
I felt like an utter goddess as I took my pleasure from him.
The bite marks on my pussy were stinging, and it hurt as I built up to orgasm, clenching and hungry, but it was primal in its calling. I couldn’t hold back.
That’s it, little one. Set yourself free.
His hands left my ass and snaked up to my tits, cupping them gently and squeezing my nipples and he was a master with his tongue, setting off the sparks that danced through me until I was a bucking mess. He was there, giving, and I was riding, taking.
That wasn’t all I wanted, though.
I wanted to ride a whole lot more.
I was still panting from coming when I edged myself down the bed, still straddling him.
“Steady,” he whispered as I rubbed my pussy against his cock, but I didn’t want steady. I wanted him inside me all the way.
I eased myself as gently as I could, whimpering against the stretch, but nothing could have stopped me, and the hiss that came from my lover’s mouth as I sunk my pussy onto him had me hissing right back.
“Fuck me,” he said and I was riding my vampire lover in no time, letting feral nature take its course.
Our bodies were made for this, but this time it was at my command.
“You really are a pain hungry little beauty,” Hans said, with a glorious tone of pride.
It made me ride him even harder, with a huge grin on my face. Circling and slamming, circling and slamming. He was so deep it was like he was buried in my stomach, but that’s where he was meant to be. All the way inside me.
I found the angle myself, shifted to hit the spot inside me, trusting my own motions.
“Good girl,” he said. “That’s right. Make yourself come.”
I cried out, struggling to bear it as the waves hit. It was so painful and so fucking good, both at once. Pain drunk. But it wasn’t from teeth and blood this time, it was from the way my pussy strained to take him, even though I wanted him so fucking bad.
So fucking bad that I braced myself on his thighs and rode him like a whimpering slut.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and I grinned to myself again at the ultimate success.
He was going to come along with me. I was going to milk his cock as I took my thrill.
My little bruised tits bounced, and flesh slapped flesh, and I felt it building, and building and building… and then fuck. FUCK.