Page 26 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
I return to my position behind her, use my hands to pull her ass cheeks apart, get another good look at what’s mine. “Beautiful,” I murmur before ripping open a condom packet and covering myself. “I’m going to fuck you now, little mouse. Tap Will’s thigh twice for consent.”
She already consented, but I like to check in at different stages when we’re with a new partner, especially one as new to kink as Autumn has been acting.
She pauses, then lifts her hand and gives his leg two taps.
That’s my green light—she wants this.
I guide myself to the center of her glistening folds and notch the head against her entrance. She’s incredibly warm. I can’t wait anymore, but I’m not going to jam myself in there like an adolescent boy losing his virginity. Instead I ease in slowly, an inch at a time, allowing her snug cunt to swallow me down in the same way she’s attempting to swallow Will with her mouth.
Will, who is currently cupping her cheek with the kind of affection I haven’t seen him afford a woman in over a century. That kind of tenderness should be reserved for an amant, not some mouse we found hiding in the library.
I ought to halt everything, pull her away from our dicks, send her out. Free us from her flower-scented temptation, the promise of her blood. She says she doesn’t have anywhere to go, and I believe that she believes it. But surely there must be somewhere.
She’s here now. With us. Tonight, she’s ours. And I couldn’t stop this even if I wanted to. She feels far too good.
When I’m fully seated within her, I want to shout my pleasure to the universe.
Her inner muscles flutter around me, squeezing, milking. I stroke in and out, my cock an organ with a mind of itsown, intent on the pleasurable friction found within this girl. Everything else tries to fade into ecstatic oblivion, although I struggle to remain myself.Focus, Xander.
I’d been worried about something. What was it? Gaius Black. That’s an issue we’ll need to deal with, and I’m not entirely certain how.
Autumn’s pussy clenches again, and the vision of her ass undulating as she tries to rock back against me nearly sends me over the edge. I shouldn’t let myself be distracted by her. I should keep my mind on the dangers the future holds. I can’t right now, though. Not in this moment. In this moment, our arms are full of this delectable little human.
I’m possessed by a need to make her feel even better than she already does. I want to make her come apart. I want to feel her body shaking for me, I want to hear her cries of joy.
I bring a hand around to the front of her pussy, feel for the slippery button of her clit. I rub up and down, listening to the way her breath catches. Then I try a circle. Her cunt flexes hard around my shaft. So the circular motion, that’s the way she likes it. I do it again and again.
The little sounds she makes are muffled because her mouth is stuffed full, but I can hear them anyway. I can hear her heartbeat, pounding fast, the life in her pumping. I can feel her determination, her stubborn nature, her will to live, her need for pleasure.
I strum her clit harder, then gather it between two fingers and pinch.
She comes, wailing around Will’s cock. Her pussy clamps down hard and she rocks back and forth on me. I can’t hold back any longer; I don’t fucking want to, either. I want to lean forward, grab the strands of her hair Will isn’t holding, yank her head to the side, expose that delicate throat.
No biting, no. If I have a taste, it’s the end. Instead of doing what I really want, I grip her hips so hard, it’ll probably leave bruises. A few more rapid thrusts, going deep, and my orgasm tears through me, electric-bright.
Will hasn’t finished yet. He pulls out of her mouth, tugs Autumn to the sofa, lays her out. Kneeling in between her luscious legs, he holds his hand out to me for a condom, looking rather imperious as he waits for it. I consider finding a silver tray in the kitchen and presenting it to him thus, just to mess with him, but now isn’t the time.
There’s a tension in his eyes as I pass him the rubber. I don’t need to puzzle out why; I already know. He’s pissed at me for trying to keep Autumn from him. However, I am free of regret. It was a smart decision, and I would make it again.
He rolls the condom over his cock and grabs his length, leaning over Autumn and teasing her folds with the tip.
“Alright, love?” he asks.
“I’m all right,” she says, her hair splayed out around her head, her generous lips reddened from so enthusiastically sucking him moments ago.
“Do you want this?” He taps his cock against her pussy.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He pushes inside of her, and her legs reflexively wrap around his waist.
The position is vanilla, but there’s nothing vanilla about the way he’s nibbling at her neck and shoulders, attacking her and biting without biting. I watch the way he scrapes his teeth against her skin, teasing himself, teasing her. My own bloodlust is rising, my dick hardening once more as well.
I can’t resist kneeling next to the sofa and taking her hand in mine. I hold her wrist to my lips, kissing it open-mouthed, then sucking at the skin, bringing her blood to the surface, worrying at the fine, delicate bones and tendons with little nibbles.
Autumn writhes beneath Will, her legs flexing as if she’s trying to pull him into her deeper, faster. He and I are too strong for antics like that. We fuck the way we want, and when it benefits our partners that we go slow and steady, that’s what we do. So he doesn’t move faster, he doesn’t change his strokes, he just keeps fucking her slowly, putting most of his attention on biting her chest and neck.
I graze her wrist and hand with my teeth, allowing my fangs to descend so I can lightly scratch her.
