Page 43 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
That must have been an accident, so I continue washing down her arms. “Nothing important, not really.”
It’s a lie, but a necessary one.
More water hits my face.
“You did that on purpose,” I say, glancing at her.
A playful grin stretches that gorgeous mouth of hers. “Who, me?”
She splashes me again.
“That’s it.” I stand and strip.
Autumn, wide-eyed, stares at my body, her lips parting slightly. I like the effect I have on her.
“Sit forward, I’m climbing in,” I say.
She scoots forward a few inches. I ease into the warm water behind her, my legs on either side of hers, my arms wrappingaround her. My cock is nestled against her back. I could lift her up, slide into her easily.
“Are you still angry with me, love?” I ask.
“That depends,” she says. “Are you going to make me forget everything again? Is this what you guys do, make women fall for you and then bam, everything is gone the next day?”
“Fall for us?” I ask.
She goes rigid in my arms. “I mean that figuratively.”
She fell for us. Fuck. We fell for her, too.
I splay my hands over her tummy. Inch them lower and lower until my fingertips are gracing the juncture of her thighs. “You splashed me a minute ago. Do you still want to play, little love?”
She sucks in a breath. Exhales. “Yes.”
“Good girl.” I stroke her folds. She’s slick inside, and I work a finger into her.
With a little whine, she squirms against me, bucks her hips.
“Need something?” I murmur against her ear.
“More,” she says. “Please.”
“What nice manners,” I say. “Yes, I’ll reward you for being so good.”
At my words, her pussy clenches hard. I can read her body easily. This makes everything so much better. I push a second finger into her. She moans. “Yes.”
I bring my other hand up to her chest. I love the position we’re in—I can watch everything I’m doing to her. She can watch, too. I tweak one nipple, then the other. She’s slippery, soft, inside and out. I lazily pinch her nipples while I finger her tight little cunt.
“So soft and tight for me, little girl,” I murmur.
“Mmm,” she says. “Just for you, Sir.”
“You’re greedy for me.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You know I’ll take care of you, right, love?”
“Yes, Sir—” She gasps and cries out.
