Page 23 of Necking with a Vampire
Draven’s hips jerked, grinding his cock in until he bottomed out.
“Fuck you feel so good. Just as perfect as I imagined.”
“I want you.”
“I can’t hold back any more.”
“I want you.”
“I’ll try not to hurt you.
“I want you!”
Peter couldn't stop repeating himself, over and over. It was his mantra. His assurance to Draven. He didn’t want Draven to hold back. He wanted it all.
“I know sweet boy,” Draven said, pulling out and driving back in. “I believe you.”
“I wan- Ah!”
“You’re mine now. I can feel it. You’re so perfect for me. Such a bright star I had to have to myself. Such a good boy.”
The pain and friction should have softened Peter’s dick - instead it was harder than ever.
“I wanted to lock you away. Inside my coffin. So only I could enjoy you. I wanted to hide you away from the world.”
Draven’s thrusts turned hard and punishing, rocking the coffin from the force.
“You should have seen everyone’s faces when you came in my lap. Only my throne. I was wrong. That’s how I want you now. I’ll show you off. Let them see how easily you scream and come for me. My bright little star. My good boy. They’ll all watch, and know that you are mine.”
The dark possessiveness made Peter’s cries turn inarticulate, he was beyond words.
Draven gripped Peter’s hair and exposed his neck, mouthing at it like an animal, barely containing the monstrous instinct to bite.
The posture opened Peter’s throat and made his cries loud and unrestrained as Draven pounded into him.
“Louder. Let them all hear who you belong to.”
“Draven!” Peter cried.
“Fuck yes, again. Tell them all who you belong to.”
“Draven! I’m yours! I’m yours! Draven! Please!"
“That’s it. That’s it, Come on my cock. Come for me, my good, delicious, sweet boy.”
Peter convulsed, gripping Draven’s shoulder in a death grip. It shouldn’t be possible! How was he coming! Fuck he was coming! He was- he was so full! And Draven was so big and perfect. Sucking Peter’s neck so hard it hurt.
He’d been right. He really could come just from Draven sucking his neck.
Draven released Peter’s hair to brace himself. Fuckung Peter thought it. Harder and harder. Driving the cum right out of him and onto his belly. Onto the expensive, ruined, velvet vest.
Without thinking, Peter wrapped his arms around Draven’s neck, pulled the man close, and bit down.
The growl Draven let out was inhuman. Echoing oddly in the enclosed space. He pinned Peter down with all his strength.
Draven was coming. He was filling Peter with his cum.
“Give it to me. I’m yours. Give it to me!”
