Wanted

Content Advisory: Oral sex, m/f/m sex

The clock on the dashboard of her Honda told her she was late. Jan stepped her wedge a little harder on the gas pedal. Whenever she went out, she liked to wear heels. Otherwise, she ended up lost in the crowd because she was short.

Gage had invited her to attend the party for some rock star she’d never heard of; a birthday celebration at the Hilton. He told her to pack an overnight bag because he booked a room in the hotel so they could drink and have a good time without having to drive the hour back home.

People bustled in and out of the glass doors at the front of the hotel. An older gentleman in a penguin suit stood ready to valet her car. She pulled up behind a black SUV and handed the man her keys.

Jan slung her purse over her shoulder and carried her duffle into the hotel.

Gage stood just near the concierge desk talking to a tall guy with shoulder length dark hair. There was something familiar about the way he stood with his back to her.  

She smiled and waved as she made her way towards Gage.

He took her bag and kissed her cheek. “Glad you made it, babe.”

“Sorry, I’m late. I couldn’t find my keys and then I couldn’t find my purse and I had to figure out what to wear.”

Gage looked her up and down. “I love how short that skirt is. You look great.” He leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “You smell good too.”

“Thanks. You’re such a smooth talker.” She patted his cheek.

He carried her bag to the man behind the counter. “Room 2108, please.” Gage handed the bellhop a ten dollar bill.

As Jan approached, the man Gage had been talking to turned around. They locked eyes and she stopped short. A sharp breath left her lungs. Trent.

He raised an eyebrow. “Hey.”

Gage took Jan’s hand. “Trent, meet my girlfriend, Jan.”

She squeezed Gage’s hand. “We know each other.”

Gage glanced between them. “No way. What a small fucking world.”

Trent smiled, revealing that slight overlap of his front teeth that she found so cute back then. “Definitely.”

He hadn’t changed at all. His hair hung long and straight and he wore Levi’s and a t-shirt advertising some kind of booze. God, he still looked good. A flashback of him hovering over her, driving into her, biting her lips and holding her hips filled her mind and a blush spread up her neck and, no doubt, settled in her cheeks. 

Gage led her to a ballroom where music played loud and lots of people milled about. Rock star glam was way different than the glamorous she grew up with. Women didn’t have tattoos and pierced eyebrows, they wore their hair in French twists with a string of cultured pearls around their necks.

But she was comfortable in both scenes. She could class it up or she could dress like she was tonight, groupie fabulous. She’d met the guys in Gage’s band before and they all filed by to say hello and give her boobs an appreciative glance. She couldn’t complain because the black cami, sans a bra, barely contained them.

Trent walked over to the bar and Gage leaned in. “Where do you know him from?”

Jan fidgeted with her hands. “We used to go out.”

“Really?” He laughed. “He’s a cool guy but not really the one-on-one type, if you know what I mean.”

“I do know what you mean.” She was glad Gage didn’t act like a jealous boyfriend and get all bent out of shape that someone she used to fuck would be hanging out at their table.

Trent came back with two shots of a dark whiskey and a margarita for Jan. “Still a tequila drinker?”

She nodded. “Yep. Thanks.”

Trent slid a shot over to Gage and lifted his glass. “To a fun night.”

They downed their shots and Jan went to work on her margarita. Before she knew it, she had three drinks under her belt and everything felt warm and fuzzy. Gage and Trent were talking shop; chicks, cars and guitars.

Jan was in the corner, the wall behind her back. At the circular table, the men were on either side of her. Trent tucked his hair behind his ear and lit a cigarette. He offered one to Gage and one to her.

She remembered how she and Trent used to smoke in bed after crazy hot sex. She licked her lips and he narrowed his eyes, leaning closer to light her cigarette.

Gage blew out a plume of smoke up in the air. “Are you staying in the hotel tonight?”

“Nah. I’ll head home when the party dies down.” Trent tapped his cigarette on the edge of the glass ashtray.

Jan looked at Gage and back at Trent; both gorgeous men. Trent was taller, Gage a little heavier. Both were well endowed and knew how to please a woman. What would it be like to have them both at the same time? She wasn’t sure if either of them would go for it but she had just enough liquid courage in her to find out.

She took a long draw on the Marlboro and tilted her head to the side. Moisture gathered between her legs and she let her thighs slip apart underneath the table. The white tablecloth and dark venue provided enough cover for her to be discreet. She reached under the table and trailed her finger up and down her bare thigh.

“Why don’t the three of us go back to the room and have a night cap?” She winked at Gage.

He smiled as if he knew what was on her mind.

She took his hand and pulled it under her skirt, letting him feel how wet she was already.

Gage’s jaw tightened, like it did when he was concentrating. He slipped a finger under the elastic of her panties.

She sighed and, with her other hand, squeezed Trent’s thigh. A look of surprise crossed his face and he looked at Gage.

Gage nodded. “What do you say, Trent? Join us?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. Why not?”

A tingle of excitement shot up her spine. She and Gage had talked about fantasies before and this was one of hers; two guys at once. It was perfect that Gage and Trent already knew each other and that she’d had sex with both of them. A threesome wasn’t something she’d do with a stranger.

Gage fingered her slowly under the table and she moved her hand up Trent’s thigh to his crotch. He kept a poker face but she saw that spark in his eyes and his erection let her know he was on board.

She was close to coming and pushed Gage’s hand away. “Let’s go.” She picked up her purse and pulled her skirt down enough to cover her ass. She followed Gage to the elevators with Trent right behind her.

Both men towered over her and for a second she thought maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. She did well to handle one at a time but then she reasoned that an opportunity like this doesn’t surface every day. She trusted them both and they both knew what she liked and didn’t like.

Gage slipped the plastic key card into the slot on the door and pushed it open, allowing Jan to walk in first. Her duffle bag was on the floor at the foot of the king sized bed. She kicked off her wedges, making her even smaller between the two of them.

She had barely dropped her purse on the chair in the corner when Gage sidled up behind her and cupped her ass. “You sure you want to do this?” he whispered against her ear.

“Yes. God, yes.” She leaned her head back against his chest and her pulled her cami over her head.

He slid a hand up her side and squeezed her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and finger. He turned her around, staying behind her.

Trent was leaned against the wall just inside the room.

“Come over here and help Jan with her skirt and panties.” Gage kissed her neck and continued to play with her breasts.

Trent pulled his own t-shirt off as he walked toward her. His body hadn’t changed. Bronzed skin with chiseled abs, broad shoulders and thick biceps. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, his tongue darting in and out. His fingers reached for the button on her skirt, quickly unfastening the garment and letting it fall to the floor leaving her clad in only white panties.

Gage’s hand snaked lower over her stomach and inside the front of her panties while Trent bent over to suck her nipple and squeeze her breasts.

Jan’s head spun, not from the alcohol, but from the adrenaline. A little fear mixed with taboo was a strong aphrodisiac. 

The hardness of Gage’s cock pressed against her lower back and Trent’s mouth kissed down her torso. Gage hooked his fingers into the strings on her hips and tugged her panties down to her thighs. Trent dropped to his knees and took over from there, pulling them off and nearly knocking her off her feet. Trent had never been gentle with anything.

His tongue explored her smooth pussy as his fingers found her entrance. Gage lifted her leg up, hooking his hand behind her knee and effectively opening her up.  

If Gage hadn’t held her up, she would have collapsed when Trent sucked her clit and jammed two fingers inside her. All ready, her pussy throbbed and her abdomen ached for release. He stroked her inside and tickled the tip of her clit with his tongue.

Gage pulled on her nipples and grabbed a handful of her hair, turning her head so he could kiss her. She was ready to explode from sensory overload. She moaned into Gage’s mouth and put her hand on top of Trent’s head, pushing him against her pussy.

She pulled out of the kiss and watched Trent eat her like he was starving. “I’m coming. I’m coming,” she whispered, breathlessly. “Oh, God.”

Trent sucked harder and slammed his fingers in and out, bringing her to the very edge.

Her body seized and then trembled as the taut wire holding her together snapped. She screamed and embedded her nails into Gage’s arms while Trent dug his fingers into her thigh, not granting her any quarter as he still teased her clit and fingered her.

Gage let her leg down slowly and gripped her hip. “I’m going to fuck you so hard while you suck him off.” 

Trent stood up and licked his lips. “You still taste good. Damn.” He smiled and pulled at his belt.

Gage stripped his shirt off and dropped his pants. He grabbed Jan and picked her up, cupping her ass with both hands.

She wrapped her legs around him and put her head on his shoulder.

He carried her to the bed and deposited her on top of the bedspread. He kissed her. “You’re so beautiful.”

She managed a smile and looked up to see Trent kneeling above her head, his cock stiff and imposing.

“She is beautiful,” he agreed with Gage and ran his hand through her hair. “How do you want to do this, man?”

Gage flipped her over on to her stomach. “I’ll be back here.”

Jan scooted up on her hands and knees and came face to dick with Trent’s manhood. Trent touched her chin, running his thumb down her cheek.

Gage leaned over her and kissed the small of her back. He gripped her hips and used his knee to spread her legs a little wider. His cock slid over her ass and he rubbed it against her pussy. “Jesus. You’re so wet. I love fucking you after you come. Tight, hot, throbbing.” He pushed inside her slowly.

She gasped. No matter how many times they had sex, it always felt like the first time. The friction of his cock stretching and filling her mixed pleasure with pain and she loved it. He always started slow and built up the pace but he pulled out and slammed into her hard just now.

Trent moved in closer and cupped the back of her neck. “Sweet little mouth.”

She stroked his cock and kissed the head. She knew he liked her to bite him softly and she indulged him before sucking him as deep as she could.

Trent groaned and she moaned on his dick, licking the underside. She tried to concentrate on pleasuring him but Gage’s measured strokes and tight grip on her ass made that difficult.

Trent’s hands fisted her hair and he moved his hips faster, pushing his cock into her throat. Her eyes watered and she tried to keep up with both of them thrusting into her at once.

“I’m going to come.” Gage fucked her harder, stabbing deep until she felt him pulsing and filling her with his heat.

She bit down on Trent’s dick while Gage came.

He leaned over her and kissed her shoulder before pulling out and sitting back on his heels. “Fuck. She’s all yours.”

She stayed on her hands and knees and reached out to cup Trent’s balls.

Trent moved her hair away from her face and pulled her up to kiss her. “I’m going to finish you over there.” He moved his head toward the wall. “I know how much you like that.” He picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to the wall beside the dresser. With her back pinned to the plaster, he lowered her a little and drove his cock inside her.

She screamed again and her head banged against the wall. She saw stars for a second. His hand slid up to her throat and he held her still, fucking her with deliberate thrusts.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

She nodded. “You feel so good. God, don’t stop. I’m going to come again.”

He moved his hips and his dick slid over that spot inside her that sent a chill of pleasure through her like an electric current. He was so big and in that position he easily hit her limit and made the mark.

“That’s what I want. Come on my cock, baby.”  His dark eyes narrowed and the vein in his neck strained.

She saw Gage over Trent’s shoulder. He was lying on the bed, smiling at her and looking quite satisfied.

She closed her eyes as her pussy tightened and convulsed. Every nerve in her body delivered pleasure signals to her brain and she whimpered and moaned and shuddered.

He growled in her ear and joined her, his cock pumping rhythmically inside her. He pressed is forehead against hers and kissed her mouth. “Incredible, Jan.”

She took a shower and settled into bed between the two of them. She snuggled up to Gage’s back while Trent spooned her from behind. Her body ached and throbbed from the pinching, pulling, grabbing and fucking but it felt really good.

Trent had rekindled something she thought was long lost. She felt alive. She felt wanted.  And now she wanted to keep them both. 

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment Twenty

My dearest Richard,

I find myself stranded in the countryside with little to entertain me other than the local fairs and pageants and Sunday services at the tiny church in the village.  X spends his time shooting at helpless birds during the day and playing cards with the local squire and his brothers at night.  All are squat fellows who smell of cigars and not the least bit clever or amusing.  Sadly, their wives are no better, and I have to beg off with a headache to avoid the lot of them.

Do send me something to relieve my boredom.  I understand there are shops in London where one can purchase salacious items and reading material to stimulate the sexual imagination.  I normally have no lack on that score, but I‘m afraid rustication is turning me into an uninspired lump.  Might I impose on you to find such a merchant and buy me something interesting?  Don't tell me what.  Surprise me.  I'm about to go mad from missing you.  You won't be able to care for my poor cunny from a distance, of course, but you can help me to pass the time before I can convince X we should return to town.

Also, if you wish, you might attend one of Sir Walter's soirees and write to me about your adventures.  Whatever envy I might feel could be erased by the sport of picturing you and your wonderful tool engaged in voluptuous play.  We've already decided that, while our hearts belong to each other, we may use our bodies in whatever way necessary to give each other pleasure, even if that means intimate contact with a third party or two.

I think back on the group exercises.  No doubt Sir Walter has many suitable for enhancement of the sexual experience.  Seek out one or two, give them a try, and write to me of the results.  If I can't share the experience directly, I can read your account, and I'll know that you, at least, are enjoying yourself.

Now then, I've given you your assignments.  Do take my requests to heart and write back and regale me with the results.   I'm perishing without you.  Please send relief.

Your adoring country maid,

X

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My darling maid,

A lump you could never be, although I will admit that I’d gladly find you as a lump in my bed.  I’d wake you slowly with kisses in all the places you most enjoy.  All of them.  Ah, if only…

So, if you're reading this note, you've opened my parcel.  I hope you find the enclosed toys stimulating.  I can't allow my poor girl to suffer.  Though these items can't perform all the functions my lips, fingers, and cock can, they may nevertheless provide some relief for your aching cunny.  Do write back with the details of how you put them to use.

I did search out Sir Walter again.  He was happy enough to see me, but I suspect his interest was more in you.  I think he has hopes of seeing you in that trapeze.  Expect an invitation to use it when you next attend.

As you may imagine, Miss Creighton was overjoyed to see me in the salon again.  I was cordial, but I wouldn't want her to become attached to me.  All my devotion belongs to you.  I chose another partner, a woman who would only give me her first name - Jane.  Perhaps even that was assumed, but as I have no interest in pursuing her outside of Sir Walter's parties, I had no care to learn more.  She seemed to share that sentiment.  Reassured on that point, I asked her how she wished to proceed.

She proposed that we should challenge the other men to see who could withstand the pleasure of fellatio the longest without succumbing to orgasm.  She added that she’d watched my earlier performance with Miss Creighton and had been impressed with my stamina.  She felt certain that I could win such a contest.

Needless to say, the other gents agreed readily and even proposed a wager of a considerable amount of money to be paid to the winning lady to assure their enthusiasm for the game.  Sir Walter further suggested that the prize be split between the woman whose man spent first and the one who persevered to the last.  That agreed, the ladies chose their partners, and the men took their seats and removed their cocks from their pants.  Most had already become erect at the prospect of the sweet attentions of a woman’s mouth.  Mine included, I must confess.  It’s been some time since our stay in the cottage with only your letters to ease my loneliness.

Sir Walter, himself a contestant, gave the order to begin, and the game was on.  Jane took me slowly, sliding her lips over the tip of my member and then down the shaft.  Clearly, she was hoping to have me last the longest instead of trying to make me climax quickly.  Many of the others were working their partner’s cocks furiously.  A lady on my right fairly swallowed her man’s cock whole as it was small enough that most of it fit in her mouth.  He clearly enjoyed her ministrations, as evidenced by his moans and an expression of pure bliss on his face.

But then, we were all enjoying ourselves immensely.  As you know, my sweet, there are few things that excite a man more than a woman who will eagerly suck on his cock.  Jane was an eager participant and quite talented at manipulation of my organ.  Though she didn't rush me to the finish line, she nevertheless aroused me completely.  Given her talented mouth, I wondered idly if she also engaged in gamahucherie.  If so, my darling, we should consider sharing her some time, if she's agreeable.  I'm sure we could thank her sufficiently with orgasm after orgasm of her own.  Just a thought.

But back to Sir Walter's.  After a few moments, two of the men began making the sort of noises that predict the onset of climax.  Both cocks had taken on the livid hue of maximum arousal, and we all watched to see who would spend first.  The man on my right…he of the smaller penis…finally shouted “I’m coming!”  To prove she’d won, his partner removed her mouth from him as he spewed copious amounts of semen into the air.  It went everywhere, some even landing in her hair.  Quite a display for someone who had seemed rather unendowed.

The initial winner revealed, the rest of us now were to compete for the second part of the prize.  Jane kept me aroused and erect but dealt with me gently, and I became convinced that she’d done something like this before and had therefore planned the evening’s entertainment knowing that she could win.  I watched how she worked my member, slowly sucking and gripping the base of my shaft tightly when excitement threatened to overwhelm me.

One by one, my competitors surrendered to their lust.  Orgasm after orgasm, followed by satisfied smiles and sighs.  The other man who’d been close before went first, and then more of the men climaxed like so many champagne bottles popping.

Finally, we were down to two - Sir Walter and me.  We sat across from each other, where we could look into each other’s faces.  His had a challenging expression, as if confident he would win.  I’ve generally found that cockiness (pardon the double entendre) puts a competitor at a disadvantage, and so I gazed back at him evenly before closing my eyes to suggest I’d been carried away but my arousal.

When I next sneaked a look at him, his eyes had gone hazy with sexual excitement.  And though my own arousal was approaching a height at which even Jane’s talents would no longer be able to control it, I began to feel sure that she and I would prevail.  I concentrated on my breathing and reviewed the events of my day in my mind in order to hold off the inevitable.  Around us, the various participants who’d already finished cheered for their favorites and praised us both for how long we’d already lasted.

Eventually, just as my own control was about to snap, Sir Walter gave up the effort to resist.  With a groan, he placed his hand on his partner’s head, urging her to go faster and take him deeper.  When she realized that she’d lost, she did as the other women had and exposed his cock so we could all watch Sir Walter spend.  He did with a roar although less of a display than the first man.  Still, the evidence of my partner’s victory emerged from the tip of his cock with some vigor.

Now, I no longer had to fight my own orgasm, and Jane finished me like an expert.  I let the pleasure take me, and she rewarded me with a climax that rivaled (but did not equal) the ones you’ve given me.  The group exclaimed at the force of my release, and in the end, I slumped back against my seat, hardly hearing the voices around me.  My enjoyment was complete.

There’s your story, my pet, and I hope you enjoy it.  Think of what I’ve written as you pleasure yourself with my gifts.  Then write back to me to share all the details.  In this manner, we’ll live out the long hours and days before we can be together again.

As ever,

Your besotted Richard

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Just a Drop

Content Advisory: Oral sex, f/m sex

The key was almost in the door of his car when the sharp copper scent caught him off guard. Sean’s hand shook and it took a second to pinpoint the source.

She stood beneath the streetlight; small, fragile looking and blood dripped from her left nostril.

The splash of each drop echoed in his head and his vision tinted red. There was an alley about ten yards away. It wouldn’t take long to satisfy his hunger and send her on her way. His jaw clenched involuntarily.

Then she looked up and smiled, cupping her hand under her nose. “You wouldn’t happen to have a tissue, would you?” Blunt cut bangs framed her dark brown eyes and contrasted against her pink cheeks.

He took a step back from his car and blinked to clear his vision. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. It’s just the hot weather. Makes my nose bleed.”

“I probably have a rag or something in my trunk, just a second.” He pushed the key into the trunk lock of the 442 and lifted it open. A forgotten roll of paper towels were tucked beside the spare tire. He pulled a few sheets off and handed them to her then backed away again. The scent of her blood was sweet and hot, like cider.

She put the wad up against her face and blinked at the overhead light. Two shopping bags sat at her feet. “Thanks so much.” Her t-shirt was a little too small and gave him a healthy view of the outline of her breasts.

“Do you need a lift or something?” Part of him hoped she did. It would be easier to do it in the car. Anyone passing by would just think they were necking.

She shook her head and pointed down the street. “My apartment is right up there.”

“If you’re okay to walk, I can carry these for you and make sure you get in safe.” He moved in closer now that he had a handle on his impulse to tear her neck open.

There was no hint of fear or hesitation in her. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?” She looked up at him. “I’d appreciate that.”

Tucking his keys into the pocket of his jeans, he hefted the paper bags up into his arms. “Lead the way.”

“I’m Nadine. I’d shake your hand but I don’t want to get blood all over you.” She giggled and titled her head back.

Sean grimaced. “That’s okay.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Sean.”

“Nice to meet you, Sean.”

Her apartment smelled like a bakery; vanilla, cinnamon and sugar. Nadine walked into the kitchen and tossed the bloody paper towels into the trash. She washed her hands in the sink and dried them on a pink dish towel.

“Do you get nosebleeds a lot?” he asked, setting her groceries onto the counter. The fluorescent lights gave her a paler appearance and if she had fangs, she’d look like a vampire.

“Only when it’s wholly inconvenient and there’s a hot guy around to rescue me.” She winked at him and lifted the cover off a plastic container. There were at least a dozen intricately decorated cupcakes. Black licorice spiders with cinnamon imperials for eyes were nestled on top of dark gray icing and candy bones and cotton candy webbing.

“Did you make these?” He was impressed with the artistry. Each one looked like a cartoon or something.

“Yes. I’m a cake decorator. Do you want one?” She took a bite of one and licked the frosting off her fingers. She batted her eyelashes and tilted her head to the side. “They taste as good as they look. I promise.”

He laughed. The little cakes looked tasty but he could smell her arousal and he had a want to eat something else. “I’ll take a rain check on the cupcake but do you taste as good as you look?” The sweet scent of her pussy combined with the rush of her blood had his self control teetering on a dangerous ledge.

The tip of her tongue traced over her top lip. “You want to find out?”

The situation progressed a little faster than he expected but he wasn't going to complain. His cock answered before he could and pressed insistently against his zipper. He raised an eyebrow and took the cupcake out of her hand and set it next to the sink. He snaked a hand under her skirt and found her damp, hot. “Yes. I do.”

She groaned and stepped her feet apart, encouraging him.

He kissed her and sucked her tongue into his mouth. She tasted like candy and he tugged at the elastic of her panties, pulling them over her hips.

She wiggled them down her legs and kicked them aside, not bothering to take off her Converse.

He yanked her skirt up and lifted her off her feet. Planting her ass on the edge of the granite counter top, he knocked over a sugar bowl. He spread her open with his thumbs and inhaled deeply. “You smell better than any fucking cupcake.”

She tangled one hand into his hair and used the other to grasp the handle on the cupboard above her. “Shut up and make me come.”

“I love a girl who’s not afraid to speak her mind.” He smiled and kissed the inside of her thigh before burying his face in her pussy. He circled her clit with his tongue while his fingers found her entrance. He slipped two inside her and she moaned.

She leaned her head back and her breathing accelerated along with her heartbeat. 

Sometimes being so close to the femoral artery was distracting with all the whooshing of the blood but he put that out of his mind because she was close to coming. The endorphins released upon orgasm made the blood even sweeter.

He sucked her clit softly and licked it. Her pussy tightened on his fingers and he curved them up inside her, stroking that spot that made her squirm and almost fall off the counter.

“Damn. I’m almost there. Don’t stop.” She pulled his hair and pushed his face against her cunt. Her body contracted, her legs trembled. Her clit throbbed in his mouth and she coated his hand with her come.

He continued to suck and lick her until she pushed his head away. He stood upright and kissed her again, fisting his hand into her hair. The sight of her neck laid bare, brought back the red tint. His fangs ached but his cock wanted to be inside her before he fed.

She pulled his shirt up over his head. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”

“You read my mind.” He pulled her shirt and bra off and lifted her from the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he backed her up to the wall next to the window. “Hope your neighbors aren't light sleepers, sweetheart.”

“I don’t care if they are.” She reached down between then and squeezed his cock through his jeans.

He groaned and moved his hips in response to her touch. He cupped her breast and lowered his mouth to the tip. Her small pink nipples hardened to pebbles as he sucked and bit down lightly, scraping his fangs over her sensitive flesh.

Using one hand under her ass, he held her in place while he unbuttoned his pants. His cock twitched in anticipation. His jeans dropped around his ankles. He teased her clit with the tip before he drove inside her. Nothing compared with the slick, hot feeling inside a woman. In that moment, he wasn't sure his brain was functioning at all.

She screamed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes. Feels so good.” A light sheen of sweat coated her body and her tits bounced with every upstroke. The clock on the wall fell to the floor.

“God. You’re so wet, tight.” He gritted his teeth and slammed into her harder, deeper and his eyes focused on her throat. He gripped her chin and tilted her face away from him. “Fuck.”

The first bite was always exhilarating, almost like a first kiss. He ground his cock deep inside her as he sunk his fangs into her carotid artery. The freshly oxygenated blood flowed fast and hot and soothed the dryness in his throat.

“What are you--? Oh, God. I’m coming again.” The heels of her shoes dug into his ass and her pussy gripped his cock like a vise. Her nails tore into his shoulders, breaking skin.

That was all he needed to let go. He sucked a little more blood and then licked the wounds on her neck. His balls tightened and his dick pulsed. His eyes rolled back as he came in hot spurts.

She was breathing hard and staring at him harder. “What the fuck did you just do to me?”

He lowered her to her feet but she clung to his arms, her legs still shaking.

She leaned her head against his chest. “Don’t answer that. I don’t care what it was, just do it again. I’ve never come that hard.”

He laughed and rubbed his hand up her back. He wasn’t sure why the bite made chicks come but it did and he’d definitely do her again, but not tonight. He liked her so he didn’t really want to kill her or leave her in need of a high dose of ferrous sulfate.

On the drive home, he glanced at the cupcake sitting on the passenger seat and wished he could eat it. Her blood was as close to cake as he’d ever tasted.

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