Page 47 of Three Bites

I crawled between his spread legs and reached with my hands towards his zipper but I stopped inches away from my prize as something occurred to me. My gaze lifted to search Tristan’s face.

“You are learning, pet,” the arch of his brow spoke of approval. “No hands. Use your mouth.”

I licked my lips then got to my tasks, pushing my face into Tristan’s groin to undo the top button with my teeth. Surprisingly it gave me less resistance than the zipper I had to deal with next. The metal took a few tries to grab securely enough to pull the zipper down over the already prominent bulge in the older man’s pants.

I furrowed my brows, determined to get it right, and was finally rewarded with the zipper reaching the lowest point. I nuzzled into the revealed bulge, breathing in the heady scent of arousal.

“You just can’t wait to have it, can you?” Tristan asked. “Let’s see how my cock looks when it’s spreading those sinful lips.”

He pulled his cock out of his silky black boxers and I had to close my mouth to not let the saliva escape. The long, graceful erection with veins throbbing with stolen blood was utterly perfect. A heavenly sight. Or maybe a hellish one, as it made the fire in my groin flare into a fiery tornado. Unsure if I could use my hands for this, I reached out with my tongue, giving a testing lick to snatch the drop of precum gathering at the top.

Once the taste spread over my tongue I groaned and dove in for more.

“Your lips were made for this. For cocksucking,” Tristan said, his voice breathy as I enveloped him with my hot mouth. “Nexttime you should wear red lipstick so that you can smear it all over my cock.”

I whimpered at the image he was creating and doubled my efforts, taking him deeper until the head of his long cock was reaching into my throat.

“For now, I will satisfy myself with another way to make your lips all red.”

A hand in my hair followed the declaration and, from one second to the next, I found my throat being viciously fucked. Tristan used a mix of pulling on my hair and lifting his hips off the armchair to invade my mouth so relentlessly he practically fucked the gag reflex out of me. All I could do was grip desperately at the rich upholstery and keep myself open.

When he pulled me back after a few minutes of this unrelenting pace I was drooling, my eyes hazy, and glistening, the tears in the corners of my eyes a natural physical reaction to being so thoroughly used.

He wasn’t done. Far from it.

“As much as I would like to make you choke on my cum, fill your belly with it until it would be the only thing you could think about when you are hungry, I want to fill your pussy more,” those red eyes looked hard, sharp as a diamond. “Climb up, sweetheart.”

The hand around his cock left no guesses as to what he meant.

I tried to get up from my knees and found two sets of hands helping me. Matthias and Theo were here, watching, and now they were positioning me in Tristan’s lap, putting me on his cock.

Fuck, that was too hot.

A keen made it past my now thoroughly fucked and reddened lips, as the lengthy cock pressed between my folds and found my pussy. I sank down onto it easily, still wet not only from my own peak but slick with Theo’s cum. I could feel it dripping down mythighs and I felt a little thrill at making Tristan’s elegant clothes dirty.

Immediately, I used all of my energy to bounce on that amazing cock, letting my moans spill freely from my lips. Soon, my thighs started burning and I felt myself slowing down.

And Tristan was nowhere close to coming.

In fact, when I opened my eyes he looked bored. He lifted a brow at me, nothing more than his breaths coming a little faster to indicate that he was being ridden.

Embarrassed anger sparked deep in me and I did the only thing I could think of to make the aloof vampire react.

I bit his neck.

My teeth barely grazed the pale column of flesh before I was violently pulled back, my hair once more a leash around Tristan’s fist.

I got what I wanted.

Tristan wasn’t playing at being unaffected anymore. His eyes were shining with terrifying light, power rolling off him in waves. My pussy throbbed around his cock and I felt it jerk inside of me in response.

“Are you ready to fuck me properly?” I asked breathlessly.

“Be careful not to bite more than you can chew, little bird,” Tristan said. His voice was so low and rough it caused a shiver to go down my spine.

Slowly, deliberately, he set one, then two hands on my ass, letting the moment of anticipation stretch into infinity.

Then he pulled me up as if I weighed nothing, until only the head of his throbbing cock remained inside of me.

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