Page 24 of Pucking Vamps
Fuck. I’m gonna die. This feels so fucking good. I’ve lost my mind, I’m positive. My brain is still screaming for me to get the fuck away, but never mind that I can’t and he won’t let me. I don’t really want to. This is… so wrong but so right, that tingling sensation at the base of my spine crawling through the rest of me as he presses his fingers against my leaking slit. Smearing pre-cum, he gives me a slow rub, teasing the underside of my shaft. I moan, my body arching off the ground and my ass clenching.
“Do you understand?” he repeats, shoving one finger inside my twitching hole.
“Fuuuck. Yes, Daddy. Please, yes. I’ll be sooo good,” I ramble, the sudden burn and stretch just what I needed.
“Oh, I will make sure you are, Hayden.” He lets go of my wrists, but I keep them above my head, his hand fishing for something next to us.
When it returns, it’s holding something. I don’t get the chance to see what it is. My world tilts and spins and I’m lifted up from the ground, and suddenly I find myself on my fours, looking at the dark mansion as Leander looms above me from behind.
He grabs my neck, goosebumps erupting all over me. Is he going to bite me? Suck me dry of my blood? I kind of want it. Not the sucking dry part, but the biting. I don’t know why, but there was something undeniably erotic about watching him drink that woman’s blood, about the expression of bliss he was wearing. I want to be the reason for it. I want to make him make that face, and besides, I’m a little curious if there is some truth in those vampire stories which claim that being bitten during sex increases the pleasure tenfold.
But biting is not what I’m getting, I realize as Leander puts a leather collar around my neck. “You will wear this at all times. And when I’m not fucking you, you will be a good boy and also wear this.”
I stare at the golden hoop object he holds up in front of my face and blink. It’s a cock ring. Fuck me, this is so hot. “You want me horny for you all day, Daddy?”
Something clicks and I’m suddenly arching my back toward him as he pulls on my collar. “Aren’t you already? I know you’ve been thinking about taking my cock since the morning, Hayden. I could smell it in class.”
He punctuates that point by ramming inside me without warning. I howl in pain-pleasure, my ass feeling like it’s going to split from the sudden fullness. “Yessss.”
I can feel every inch of him as he slides in. As he forcefully stretches me. The lack of thorough preparation heightens the sensation, my body scrambling to accommodate for the thick girth of his cock. I love how big it is. The way it makes me feel as it pulls out and then rams right in again.
Fuck, I think I really like it from behind. The adrenaline from the chase still has me on edge and the dominant way in which he’s fucking me like he really owns me is doing it for me. I’ve no idea how he’s able to tap into my most depraved fantasies with such ease, but he seems to have a knack for it.
Leander pulls on what must be a leash attached to the collar. My head snaps to the side with a protest at the ready, but his mouth is already waiting for me there. I latch on to it, desperation for his taste budding out from my chest as I inhale his earthy scent. He snaps his hips, driving deep into me before I can kiss him. I groan, squeezing my eyes as my whole body experiences the thrust. His cock hits my prostate, unleashing a pulse of tension and sparks up my spine.
“You are taking my cock so well, Hayden. So, so well. It’s like it was made for your greedy tight hole.” He pokes his tongue out, teasing my bottom lip. “I’ve been thinking about it. About you. During class. Imagining how pretty you’d look riding my cock in front of everyone.”
“Yes, Daddy. Me, too,” I confess, the words tumbling out of me. “I was so horny for you all day. I couldn’t concentrate on much else.”
He grunts and presses his palm against my shoulder blades, pushing me down. It changes the angle from which he’s fucking me, and I can feel his balls as he bottoms out. The added sensation makes the tension in me sweeter, every touch lighting up more nerve-endings I didn’t know I even had.
“More, Daddy. Faster. This feels so good. I need more.”
One time with Leander was really enough to turn me into a slut for his cock. I low-key love it. It just feels so good, and I’m here for it. It’s like I’ve been missing something until last night, a part of me had been locked away. And now it’s free, thanks to him.
I dig my fingers into the grass as Leander picks up pace, the breeze sending shivers across my heated skin. He’s clasping my waist now, railing me with vigor that matches my frantic heartbeat. I whimper and moan, can’t help it, letting my voice out just like I know he likes. The noises he’s making reverberate through me, heightening my arousal. I’m the one causing them. My body. How good it must feel for him to fuck me, too.
The thought hijacks my mind. He’s so turned on. I can feel it. He wants me, he needs me, my body a perfect match for his. The underlying violence, the aggressiveness in his thrusts, I can take it all. It fuels that deep need in me to please him even more, to give him all I have so he can in turn make me feel good. He’s reading me so well, it’s mind-blowing, like we are simply attuned to each other even though we are practically still strangers.
“You are doing great, Hayden. Taking your punishment so so well,” he praises, the words hitting me in my core. “If you come without touching yourself, I will feed your mouth my cock first thing tomorrow and then fuck you before practice so you remember who you belong to.”
My mouth waters. Oh fuck, why is the filth he says so sexy?
As if it’s been waiting for his invitation, the need to come mounts in me, tingling and almost too much to bear.
“Daddy, do you want to bite me?” I whimper, shaking my hips to meet each glide and pull of his dick.
The assault on my prostate is making me see stars, but I need a little bit more to reach that height of pleasure without touching my cock. Being bitten by my Vampire Daddy while he owns my hole sounds way too erotic to pass on. I want it. I know he will make it good for me, and not just because of the way his hips stuttered or because he started pounding faster when I asked.
Humming, Leander covers me with his strong body, his hands snaking under to tease my nipples as he mouths along the juncture of my shoulder and neck. “Are you sure, Hayden? It’s quite addictive once you’ve tried it.”
As if I’m not already addicted to him. What’s adding one more reason to the pile, right?
“Yes, Daddy. Please. I want to come for you.”
“Very well.”
He licks around the area and kisses it, taking his time. Just when I am about to complain as tension keeps building within me with no outlet, he sinks his teeth in my shoulder. I cry out, the sharp sting catching me off-guard for a moment. It’s like burning nails, my flesh ripping and pulsing as shocks of pain surge through my body. And then all of that is gone, replaced by the most potent pleasure my body has ever been subjected to.