Page 32 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
Reaching to my pussy, he cups his palm against it.
“Give this to me,” he says on a groan, those wicked, dark blue eyes searching mine. “Give me everything.”
Everything. He wants everything. In this moment, crazed with lust, overcome by his touch, his voice, those beautiful eyes…I will give it to him. Everything.
Staring right back into his gaze, I whisper one word. “Yes.”
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Her consent will be my undoing.
How much easier this would be if she said no, if she walked away, if she resisted. I could have sent her off this morning and never seen her again.
Xander still isn’t aware I told her to return.
Seems fair, given the wanker gaslit me about her presence in the library to begin with.
He’s been holed up in his rooms all day, muttering under his breath. Probably fantasizing about little Autumn and wishing he was buried in her snug little cunt like I’m about to be.
She kisses me back, using her blunt human teeth on my lower lip.
“So vicious,” I say, pleased.
“I learned it from you,” she says, then pauses before adding, “Sir.”
My dick gives a pulse of need. I like the idea of teaching her my wicked ways. “What else have you learned from me?”
“I learned what it feels like to be with two men at once.”
Her voice is so shy and sweet, so young. Painfully young. And yet the words pouring forth, the thoughts in her filthy mind…all woman.
It hits me, then. She’s alittle girl.
How fucking lucky is that? Imagine if we’d said goodbye forever this morning. I never would’ve known. Little girls are more fun for me than any other flavor of sub. I get off on being a daddy; I get off on the caretaking. I fucking love the innocence and corruption. If the girl is a little bit bratty occasionally, even better.
I do like giving out a spanking to a little girl’s sassy bottom.
Reaching between her legs, I pet her slippery-wet cunt. “I could teach you more, little love.”
“Yes, please,” she gasps. “I want to learn.”
Brilliant. She’s utterly brilliant. Xander should be here for this. But of course he isn’t. He’d rather suffer—he’d rather make us both suffer.
Why live in hell when paradise is right here between Autumn’s thighs?
“Please.” She bucks her hips forward, pushing herself against my hand, onto my fingers.
“Eager girl,” I say, kissing her neck.
“Yes.” She shivers against me. “Yes, please, Sir. Please fuck me.”
She should be sayingDaddy, but I’m not going to spring that on her without a discussion first.
Wriggling her hips, she presses against my fingers. I stroke two of them inside of her easily, slide through her wetness.
“Condom,” I say.
