Page 48 of Craving Her Vampire

“Micah,” I cry, jumping when he drags his fang across my swollen pussy.

“I am not Micah right now,” he growls. The sting of his hand hitting my ass radiates tingles of pleasure over my skin. “Fuck, I love the blush,” he rasps. “Do you like that, pet?”

“Fuck, yes,” I moan. I know there will be many things he does to me I’ve never tried and never imagined liking, but I love it because it’s Daddy doing it.

“Be a good girl and reach back. Put your hand between your legs,” he commands.

“Shit,” I gasp, hesitating.

“Problem?” he asks. “Is that also a hard limit?”

“No,” I assure him. He is my fantasy come to life. I brace on my left hand and glide my hand down my body.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Put them inside that pretty pussy.”

I close my eyes and go as deep as possible, a thrill hitting my system. As his finger joins mine, I almost pass out. He matches my strokes.

“Daddy, please, please,” I sob.

“I want you to come again before I fuck you. Give it to Daddy.” He speeds up, and I match it. “Such a pretty sight. Your pussy is so swollen from Daddy’s attention. I can’t wait to stretch this pussy with my cock.”

“Daddy,” I whimper, the orgasm rolling over me while our fingers curl. His words put me over the edge just as much as the motion. I have to lock my legs to keep from falling on the floor. Shards of wood are scattered over the table.

“So good.” He pulls his fingers out along with mine, and I hear him suck them into his mouth. “Stay still.” I put my hand beside the other and hang my head, catching my breath. I hear his zipper lower.

Fuck yes. I am ready to be taken by my vampire.

Faster than I can track, I am suddenly facing the back of the couch. The wood in front of me is replaced with fabric. My knees are spread wide on the edge of the cushion. I love that he is a man who can move me as he wants. It makes me feel delicate.

“Are you ready, pet?” he asks.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say eagerly, looking over my shoulder. Micah is bare-chested, and his pants are lowered. His fist strokes his cock. The sight is delicious. He is a big guy and so beautifully made. “Very ready.” I lick my lips, unable to look away from his hand.

He chuckles. “I’m glad you like looking at Daddy.” He steps closer, and my neck strains. “Turn around,” he orders. My hair flies around my face, obeying immediately. “Perfect,” he whispers and thrusts.

I tense my arms, trying to stay in the same position he put me in. His hand spans the top of my ass, the other wraps around and down, pressing on my clit.

How did I ever live without him?

He feels like…home.

Others take sex for granted. It’s an act of pleasure to satisfy an itch. Sex with Micah is a whole-body experience. He engages every single ounce of my senses. I am aware of every stroke, every drag of his cock on my soft walls, the pressure of his big, rough hands, and every sound of his claiming. Our combined smell surrounds us, and the aroma of my blood in the air satisfies my need to give everything to him.

“Oh...” I whisper as he hits new depths. A twinge in my legs brings a bite of pain, and I grit my teeth, trying to ignore it.

“Love,” Micah says and slows. “Does that hurt?”

“No. Don’t stop,” I beg, but my mate ignores the plea. He pulls out quickly, and I find myself on my back, staring up at him.

“Do not endure the pain for a misguided wish to please me,” he growls, kneeling between my legs. “It’s my fault; I forgot about your legs. I will be more careful in the future, but do not lie to me.” I blink. His fierce expression at his guilt for hurting me in any way makes my heart thud painfully.

“I’m sorry. I won’t lie again,” I rush to say. I grasp his shoulder and pull. He allows it, and he presses against my breasts. His concern only makes me want him more.

“Thank you.” He gently slides inside me, and I wrap my leg around him. “Hands above your head,” he orders against my lips. I move them quickly, twining my fingers. He rewards me with a kiss and resumes his thrusts.

His lips are soft and thorough. He teases me with his tongue as his hand cups my breast. With every connection of our hips, he pulls on my nipple and swirls his tongue with mine. He breaksaway and dips his head, laving my nipple, his hand squeezing as he pulls it into his mouth.

“Daddy,” I pant. The orgasm is building and building to a point of pleasure I have never felt before.

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