As much as Foxx was complaining and protesting, the vampire’s hard cock was pressing and dripping against his thigh. The man whimpered as Harlow ran his hand over the redden surface, both cheeks matching in color. He spread the two fingers he had inside Foxx, drawing a loud moan past the vampire’s lips and said, “On your knees.”
Foxx didn’t hesitate to move. He was off his lap and on his knees in an instant. That glorious fat ass popped up in the air, just waiting for him to plow in. There was something to say about sexed out Foxx… Two things he knew for sure were that he was a hell of a lot less mouthy, and he listened a lot more. Though…that mouth of his, he’d reluctantly admit was something Harlow kind of enjoyed—kind of…
Getting into position behind Foxx, he gripped the vampire’s hips, lined the tip of his cock up, and pushed inside. He groaned as the tightness closed around his throbbing dick. Fuck, there was nothing like plunging into a tight ass, and fucking hell was Foxx’s perfect.
Foxx moaned, pushing back, trying to seat himself fully on Harlow’s cock.
“Impatient brat.”
“You said I wouldn’t have to beg!” Foxx whined.
Harlow chuckled. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
With a growl he slammed forward, filling Foxx to the hilt, drawing a scream from his lips. Without pause, he began to fuck in and out of him. Foxx moaned with each thrust inward, his body rocking back into his. The room filled with the sounds of their skin meeting.
Smirking smugly, Harlow increased his speed, shifting his angle slightly so he hit the vampire’s prostate as he slammed hard into his hole. With each thrust into Foxx, the vampire’s already reddened cheeks slapped against his thighs. Fuck, did he love his ass.
“Please,” Foxx cried out, clawing at the rug beneath him.
“Already close?” he asked smugly. “That’s fine, this is just the warm up.”
The man just whimpered in response.
Smirking, he reached around for Foxx’s cock, intending to jerk him off, but completely froze when the songMy Boy Lollipopstarted to play.
Foxx glanced over his shoulder at him, eyes wide.
Frowning, Harlow looked around and snagged his jeans when he spotted them.
Foxx gasped. “Don’t you dare answer that!”
His hand froze in his pocket for a smidgen of a second, before he pulled out his phone and flipped it open without a single thought that he probably shouldn’t. Because, why the fuck not? She wanted him to always answer, so he was just doing what he was told.
Harlow smirked evilly and pressed the button for speakerphone, showing Foxx as he did. The vampire’s eyes widened further and Foxx mouthed, ‘what the fuck?’.
“Snuggle bear, it’s me, here to deliver to you a new case!” Charity’s voice chimed out happily, completely unaware of the situation.
“Have to say, you have shitty timing,” Harlow grunted as he slowly began to move his hips again.
A soft moan slipped past Foxx’s lips, which had the vampire scrambling quickly to cover his mouth, no longer glancing back at Harlow.
“What was that?” Charity asked slowly.
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” Harlow said, voice gravelly as he held back his groan. “So, what’s the case?” he asked as he slowly increased his pace, causing his breathing to come out heavier. Foxx whimpered and wiggled beneath him.
“What is wrong with your voice…? Why are you breathing that way? What the hell is that sound? Is that a dog whimpering?”
Foxx gasped. “I’m not a dog!” he snapped.
Harlow burst into laughter.
“Foxx… You… What… What is going on?!” she rasped in horror.
“Charity, don’t ask questions to things you don’t want answers to.” Harlow chose that moment to slam forward hard into Foxx, pulling a breathy cry from the man.
“Oh. My. God!” Charity shrieked. “Why would you even ANSWER?! What is wrong with you?!”
“I’m sorry!” Foxx cried out. “I told him not to!”
