Page 65 of Dear Mr. Vampire

She worked her hips in sensuous circles. Then she rocked her hips back and forth over every single inch of me. If only I could give her a baby. I would give her so many.

I watched her perfect tits through hooded eyes. I gazed up and her brown eyes burned into mine. She was biting her bottom lip looking as alluring as ever. I was enjoying her taking the lead and riding my dick with everything she had in her.

This pussy was the bomb and she wanted me to know it and feel it. I did. She felt so good to me. Her canal was so taut and sweet. I couldn’t think of any place I’d rather be in the world.

Chanel pressed her pelvis down onto me as she vacuumed me deep inside her flooded hole. I palmed both of her ass cheeks and guided the rhythm that was only meant for us. We had a love dance that rivaled anything I’d ever felt.

She leisurely rocked her hips back and forth on all of me. She could ride my cock with style and grace. I felt her essence slide down my length and coat my balls. I opened my eyes to see her work her twisted Black girl magic on me. My human love was really the supernatural of us two. That truth hit me hard. I was hers forever. Chanel bucked her body rapidly and popped her tight pussy all over me. This connection was a once in a lifetime.

I rose from the bed and wrapped my arms around her back. I held her in a tight embrace that only sped up her hard grind down on my cock. Kissing her lips as she moaned into my mouth was my only option. I was growing so close to coming my body shook with excitement.

I roared and buried my face in her neck while she clawed at my back. I sniffed and then licked at the delicate skin on her neck.

“Can I bite you?” My voice was hoarse and husky.

I wanted just a taste, a teaspoon or tablespoon worth of her salty metallic tasting nectar. I wanted to get a little nibble. Not because I was thirsty but because I was curious. Her pussy was fire and I wondered about her blood.

“I don’t know.”

“Please.” I begged. I wasn’t above begging.

“Okay, don’t kill me.” She purred into my ear.

I haven’t heard those four words in over two decades.

“I would never hurt you.” I licked the area where her jugular vein lay under her skin. “Relax. Don’t scream.” I whispered. I shut my eyes and plunged my fangs into her neck. It was always best to stab into the flesh with a quickness.

Chanel let out a gasp, her hands wrapped in my hair. Her nails clawed at my scalp, sending shock waves to my firm cock. I pondered rather or not she could take double penetration. I made an executive decision to thrust my cock deeper inside her from beneath her bottom. Plowing into her this time, she squealed. I’d been attached to her neck for far too long and needed to unplug. But no, not just yet. I loved the taste of her blood. She took her multivitamins. I could taste all the iron, D3, B12, Vitamin C and pure zinc. There was even a hint of elderberry.

Her body clung to mine. Mine clung to her and inside her.

I instantly became light-headed. I was swimming in delight. This was beyond anything I’d ever tasted. Blood that had every ingredient I craved and desired. This was too good to consume in its entirety. Her blood was like a well-aged merlot, something to savor, something to relish, a gift that was cause for celebration.

I broke rules, more than one. I should have never revealed my true nature to her. And of course I should’ve never drunk her blood. The practice is primitive and a habit I broke ages ago. But for my love I would break all the rules.

Enough, I told myself as I removed my fangs from her flesh.I kissed her lips and her blood seeped into my mouth. I knew better. I should’ve never done that.

My sheer ecstasy was prolonged when she ground her hips deep down on my cock. It was too much pleasure. I pinched her ass with my hands and shot all of my venom into her damp hole. My body collapsed down onto the bed. She had come too. I could feel her pussy opening and closing over my spent cock.

I couldn’t move and felt a sense of abandonment when she glided her pussy up and off of me. She moved to lie beside me.

Come.” I reached over to my love. “Sleep here. Close to me.”

She rolled into my arm and laid her head on my chest.

“You didn’t kill me.” She muttered.

“I would never kill you. I love you.”

“Do you have to drink blood?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Do you bite all the people you have sex with?”

“No.”

“Why?” I welcomed her curiosity.

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