I turn around, and not one ounce of his desperation has dissipated. “I’m hurrying, but it won’t let me. I’m on the edge, but it won’t let me go over. I’m trying, I promise.”
I close the distance in a blur, a fraction of a second.
“Damn. You fast.”
I blink up at him. “I’m a vampire.”
“I’m sorry, Remy,” he says, gripping his swollen cock with its angry red tip. “I don’t—”
I lean forward and take him in my mouth, sucking his head and maybe the first third of the monster in his pants before I’m gagging. I pull back a little and add my hand, moving between his hard shaft and his full balls.
He grabs my shoulder. “You don’t have to.”
I nod and keep sucking. “I do,” I say around a mouthful of his dick.
“I need to see your body,” he pants out, and half a second later, I’m nude and painfully, unabashedly erect.
He gasps as I tighten my grip and suck him down harder, adding another layer of contact and pleasure. His sac pulls away from my hand.
“Beautiful, I’m goin’ to—”
I dive deeper, gripping his balls, massaging them, needing what’s inside. He doesn’t disappoint. One second he’s panting, and the next, he’s silent and arched, body tight with pleasure.
I choke as his hot cum hits the back of my throat, a thrill racing down my body as I swallow as fast as I can. It’s too much, just like I thought it would be, and I pull back, aiming the eruption at my lips and chin, letting him paint me with it as I drop my head back, fangs out.
He gathers the cum from my mouth and grips my hardness, putting his forehead to mine as his large, rough hands pull pleasure after pleasure from my body, my orgasm fast and brutal.
He lets out a loud shout, and I bring my head up, wiping the cum from my eyes, watching wide-eyed as the knot takes hold at the base of his dick. His eyes go to mine, fluent again in desperation. Not knowing what else to do, I lean in and capture it with my hands, squeezing.
“Yes, please. Keep doing that. Tighter.”
“I have to be careful. My grip can be quite strong.”
“Not with me, cher. Give me everything.”
I ignore his request, not wanting to rip such a marvelous piece of sculpture from his body, but I increase the pressure enough so that a human would be yelling for his mother.
“Remy, look at me.” My eyes flick up to his on that growled command. “Stop. Holding. Back. I need it. Please.”
“Oh. O…kay.”
I flex my fingers and give him the crushing pressure he’s requested.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck. One of these days, I’m going to work you up to my knot, and it’ll be glorious. You want that, don’t you, cher?”
The words, the complete opposite of what I was saying just minutes ago, fly out of my mouth. “Yes. Please. I need it. I’m aching without you.”
It was true. It was an ache so deep that it could only be satisfied by the exact size and shape of him.
More cum splashes out, this time on my chest. I look into his eyes and see them turn, catching his animal just beneath the surface. I, in turn, show him my beast, the vampire that lives within me. We sit there, glamoured and entranced, and he arches back again, coating me with his release for a third time.
Finally,finally, his knot begins to disappear under my hands. Before I can compose a thought, he grabs me up and takes me with him to the shower in the attached bathroom. He runs a finger through the mess on my chest and feeds it to me, and I suck it down like sweet cream.
He cleans me off under the hot spray, his large hands surprisingly gentle. Pulling me into a hug, he whispers, “Remy, love. Are you okay? Did I get too…?”
I clamp my hand on his mouth. “It was perfect. I wanted all of it. I loved all of it. Now let’s see what we can do to make it go away.”
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