Page 31 of Vampire Savage
My hands slide to his shins, holding on, but I try to do as he says. Holding his gaze, I focus on relaxing, on opening my throat like the magazine sex articles talked about. My eyes water, but it’s all worth it to see Landon’s expression as he presses his fingers deep into my mouth. Even when I gag, I force myself to stay still and not pull away, the tears spilling down my cheeks.
“Such a good, good fucking girl for me,” he practically snarls, and I fucking moan even when he pulls back and thrusts back in, gagging me again. When I think he’s about to push me too far, he pulls back, drawing his fingers completely out of my mouth. He doesn’t bother wiping them clean before undoing his belt and fly, reaching in to free his cock from his pants.
I’ve never cared for cocks, really. They all seem to look fragile and awkward, but I should have expected Landon’s to defy all of expectations. When hasn’t he? Long and uncut, the glans half exposed from how hard he is, a drop of precum tempting me to get my own taste. He strokes himself lazily, an arrogant expression on his face.
He inclines his head towards it. “Will you let me fuck your mouth, baby girl?”
I’m entranced by his strokes, lick my lips eagerly while nodding and lean forward. He stops me though, rising to his feet, and I have to lean backwards so he doesn’t knock me over. But he grabs my hair with his free hand, wrapping it around his fist and holding my head still despite the awkward angle making my thighs burn. I grip the back of his thighs, splaying my knees wider to try to stabilize myself, since this is the position he clearly wants me in.
Landon drags his cock over my lips, his grip forcing my face upwards to see the harsh look on his face. My heart skips at his expression; it’s so similar to the one he wore when he first found me trapped by the troll.
I open my mouth, sticking out my tongue and he hisses as I lick his sensitive head. He doesn’t tease me anymore, pushing into my waiting mouth with a groan that I match. His taste is musky but clean, and he throbs against my tongue as I take every inch. When he reaches the back of my throat, I start to gag, my fingers digging into the backs of his thighs, my scalp burning from where he tightens his hold to keep me in place. I force myself to stare up at him, making my throat relax and fight the urge to keep gagging.
Maybe in the dark of the night, when I’m all alone, I’ll reflect on what it says about me that all of this discomfort is turning me on so much I feel it down my thighs.
When he pushes the final inch, my nose buried in his neat curls as his cock slides into my throat, I swear a mini-orgasm strikes when he smiles down at me.
“So beautiful, just like I thought, baby girl,” he coos and I feel myself smiling as much as his cock lets me, so fucking happy from his praise. He swipes a tear from my cheek, bringing it up to his blood-tinted lips, licking it with relish. “I could get addicted to your tears.”
I hum around him, the burn in my thighs, throat, at the back of my head, every little pain becomes sheer bliss at his words. Holding absolutely still, I’m obsessed with watching every minor change in his face as he pulls out of my mouth only to push back in, past the urge to gag and into my throat, choking me a little bit more. If it means learning how to hold my breath forever, I’ll do it for him.
I’ll do it for Daddy.
Landon fucks my mouth, his lips twisted in a snarl, and I’m becoming a mess. Tears pour from my eyes, snot and spit coat my face from how my body reacts to his unrelenting thrusts, and I’m so damn wet, my pussy throbbing, I have to be leaving a puddle on my floor.
When it becomes too much, I let go of his thigh, needing to touch myself, desperate to come. Before I can make it further than my stomach, Landon pulls his cock free of my mouth, leaving me choking and gasping for breath.
“That’s mine,” he snarls as he bends over at the waist and hooks his elbows under my arms, hauling me up. He spins us around, tossing me on my back along the couch and falling on top of me. His cock slides against my oversensitive folds and I moan hoarsely, nothing but a primitive creature at this point. All I care about is how empty I feel, how amazing Landon’s weight is on top of me, and how much I want him to fuck me.
As if reading my mind, he angles his hips, sliding a hand between us to guide his cock to my entrance. My legs are gelatin, one pinned against the back of the couch by him, the other splayed out, foot on the floor. The moment he’s lined up, he slams into me with a punishing thrust and snarl.
I think I scream, but I’m not entirely certain. I’m spiraling, he’s stretching me and it hurts so perfectly. I have to reach back and grip the arm of the chair, arching my back as each powerful thrust unravels my mind further. His hands grip my hips as he sits up, lifting my ass completely off the couch until I’m only on my shoulders. He’s making me damn cock-drunk, something I’d only ever read about and never experienced.
Forcing my eyes to stay open, I see how his visage turns bestial, uncontrolled like the monster he claims to be. It only turns me on more, eager to feel the monster’s claws tear into me. Each of his thrusts hits my needy clit but I know what I need to send me over the edge. Something he’s already given me, something only the deepest, darkest part of me has ever admitted.
Licking my dry lips, I beg, beg for what I want from Landon.
“Hurt me, Daddy.” I don’t recognize my own voice, not after submitting wholly to him and the desires he promises to fulfill. “I need—I need—”
A blood-chilling snarl rends the air from above me and I answer with a moan. Landon’s baring his fangs, his face twisted into a wicked countenance. He drops my hips, following me to the couch. One of his hands wraps around my throat, his fingers digging into me as he cuts my air off completely. My eyes burn and my chest screams with the need to breathe, and it’s still not enough.
“Daddy,” I barely manage to croak out.
Landon arches down, pressing his mouth against my ear, and rakes his nails—somehow sharper now— along the inside of my thighs, grinding against my clit with each deep thrust.
“Come for me, Little Bird.” His voice is sheer violence. “Come on daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
His nails bite into me again and I’m lost, my vision going spotty. My orgasm unleashes, and he releases my throat, oxygen flooding my veins alongside my twisted, pained pleasure, making my entire body convulse and shudder. I can’t even make a sound, gasping as I’m entirely under the control of my orgasm.
Landon roars above me, pulling himself free but I’m too gone to protest. Hot ropes of his cum streak across my breast and stomach, as if he’s staking his claim and it drags out the aftershocks of my orgasm. My eyes close, the world going black around me, as I struggle to string a single thought together.
Time becomes lost to me. One moment I’m a wrung-out human puddle under Landon, another moment I’m being carried into my bedroom, then a warm cloth tends to me, and I ache to drag him next to me, to curl up in his arms again. Whether or not I’m able to communicate that, I find myself tucked in under my blankets, wrapped up in him with my face buried in his neck.
A single clear thought takes hold of me before the void of sleep overwhelms me.
I want to stay like this forever.
Chapter Fourteen