I need to control my incisors.
I can’t fuck and drink her blood.
That will be disastrous because I know that I will be fucking addicted to her taste.
My fucking cock is hard, throbbing with need.
“Blood, I’m so tired of watching you go to the club whores knowing that you’re going to fuck them, especially when I know that you feel this pull that we have,” Wynter whispers, pulling her hands from my hold.
“Princess, you’re too young, and the Brothers will not approve,” I say, moving my hand to tuck her lock behind her ear.
“I’m not, I’m over age, have been for a while, now you don’t have a fucking excuse to run,” Wynter says, moving her hands up around my neck pulling me closer to her mouth.
“You have no idea how old I am,” I state, looking at her luscious lips.
Wynter goes onto her toes and kisses me, sliding her sweet tongue into my mouth. The wild passion explodes, the warm tingle rushes through my veins.
Of fuckingcourse I take over the kiss; I can’t fucking stop.
I take her tongue, stroking and tangling it with mine, inhaling her breath.
“I want you,” Wynter moans, running her hand over my jeans, grabbing my hard cock.
I hiss, closing my eyes. It feels so damn good.
I move my hands up her shirt to cup her firm breast running my finger over her tight nipple.
I fucking feel her tremble with my touch; I know that she feels the fucking heat, the electricity that we create.
I can smell her sweet blood, and I’m fucking ready to explode in my fucking pants like the first time when I was young.
Wynter moans, running her hands through my long shoulder-length hair driving me insane. I lean into her, rubbing my achingly hard cock.
I move my mouth down her jaw, down her slender neck, sucking and kissing her. I’m going crazy for her, and I need her so damn bad. Finally, I stop at the jugular vein, feeling her heartbeat against my lips.
Fucking hell!
I want to taste her sweet blood, her sweet pussy, and fuck her forever.
“Blood, let’s go to my room,” Wynter moans, moving her hand up under my black thermal shirt.
Her touch burns me, pushing my need for her up another notch.
“Sweet Baby, you’re driving me crazy,” I groan, pulling her closer to me.
“Please don’t stop,” Wynter moans.
I push up her shirt, pulling her bra down, as I move my hungry mouth to take her tight nipple in my mouth. I’ve never had the chance to taste her sweet breast until now.
I lick the tight flesh, swirling my tongue around, then I suck it deep inside my mouth. She moans, driving me crazy, my fucking incisors emerge, I scrape them over the taut nipple, I fucking want to sink them into her soft flesh, but I can’t; I need to stop.
“Fuck! Baby, we need to stop,” I grunt, pushing my cock against her heat.
I can smell her delicious scent; I can feel her searing heat radiating from her pussy. It’s been so fucking long since I tasted her sweet honey.
Wynter is mine; I can feel it in my soul.
I wave my hand to create a shield for us, shielding us from anyone that can come out. I release her nipple with a pop, exposing her other breast. I gaze into her sexy droopy eyes, her swollen lips, and her breasts are cupped by her bra.
