She's making these little choking sounds, so I grip her ponytail tighter, giving it a little yank, and holy shit, she takes me in even more, like she's trying to inhale my damn soul through my dick.
I feel myself sinking deeper into her throat, and I'm pretty sure I've died and gone to heaven. This girl's got skills that would make the devil blush.
No gag reflex? Check.
Suction that could rival a goddamn Dyson? Double check.
She's working me like a damn maestro, and I am loving every second of this wild ride.
She pulls off with a pop, and before I can catch my breath, she hits me with a request that makes my eyes roll back so far I can practically see my own cerebellum.
"Lucian, choke me," she whispers, her eyes watering slightly, and oh sweet mother of fuck, that's it. That's my kryptonite. I thrust my hips, and she takes the whole damn length of me, her spit dripping down my shaft, her eyes rolling back in pure pleasure.
"Fuck yes, baby girl," I grunt, feeling the tension coil tighter and tighter in my balls. "You want me to choke that gorgeous throat with my cock?"
She moans, and the sound vibrates through me like a thunderbolt, sending sparks of electricity straight to my groin. Her spit is gathering at the corners of her mouth, shining like a badge of honor—just the way I like it—nice and sloppy.
"Ungh…fuck, yes. Just like that, Cupcake." I thrust faster—harder. "Just fuck…ing…like…that." I'm gasping, unable to breathe.
Am I hyperventilating?
I can't hold back anymore. My cock pounds into her throat as she takes it like a damn champion.
I'm losing my shit at this point. My body's buzzing, and my knees are about as stable as Jell-O. I'm pretty sure galaxies are exploding in my head, stars colliding, and nebulae forming from the sheer force of my impending orgasm.
"Phina-baby, I'm gonna—holy shhh-it, I'm gonna—" I choke out, my voice ragged. "GOD, FUUCK—"
I'm coming down her throat like a volcano erupting, screaming her name like she's the cure to all my ailments. She swallows around me, milking me for every last drop, and I'm left a panting, sweaty, satisfied mess. My knees are weak, my heart's pounding like a jackhammer, and my vision's so blurry I can't even see straight.
Holy fucking Mother of Moses, this girl owns me, body and soul.
She's gazing at me that'd make the devil blush; her lips curved in a mischievous smile that's got my dick twitching in her hand. And then she goes and wipes her mouth seductively, muttering sensually, "Mmm, yummy."
Fuck yes, it was yummy. But you know what else is yummy? The taste of her lips, which is precisely what I claim as I crash my mouth against hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth to taste the sweet combination of her and me. It's like the world's most erotic cocktail, and I'm already drunk on it. My hands splay on her ass, pulling her close, and I can feel my body screaming to bend her over and have my way with her.
I reluctantly step back, putting some space between us before I forget all about self-control and go caveman on her delectable ass. Because self-control is my middle name. Well, okay, it's not. But a guy can pretend, right?
I have to save something for later, so I tease with a wink, and my signature Lucian smolder. "I don't wanna keep you waiting, Cupcake. If I recall correctly, you and the girls have appointmentstoday."
And oh, for the love of fuck, the way she looks up at me with those doe eyes, all innocence and earnestness, "Was it okay, Sparky? Did I do it right?"
Oh, my-lanta—this girl!
Was it okay?DID SHE DO IT RIGHT?
I can barely stand! I'm pretty sure I've forgotten how to breathe. "Sweetheart," I rasp, my voice hoarse with desire. "That was the best damn thing I've ever experienced in my entire undead existence, second only to being mated to your glorious self."
She's blushing, biting her lip, and I just want to eat her up, lick by lick. This girl has me wrapped around her tiny finger, and she knows it. But who am I to complain? I'm just a helpless vampire in the clutches of her sinful mouth magic, and I'm loving every damn second of it. Hallelujah and pass the ointment, 'cause I'm pretty sure I've got whiplash from the pleasure express.
With a giggle and a swish of her hair, she's off to the closet, no doubt to change into something equally mouthwatering. But I'll be damned if I let my imagination run wild with those thoughts.
Got a plan for tonight, and I ain't gonna let my horniness derail that bad boy.
I just had the best mouth orgasm of my entire undead existence, and I can't wait for the next round.
Bring it on, Cupcake; this sparky's ready to set you on fire.
Danica
