CHAPTER 20
SLASHER
Sweat bloomed on my chest as my hands gripped a fistful of red hair. Medusa, a regular blood and patch whore, lowered to my bedroom floor. She didn’t flinch when my fingers and fangs dug into her flesh. If anything, it turned her on. To humans, the foreplay bite was better than sniffing coke.
Deft fingers worked my belt buckle open and got my cock out. “Missed your big cock, Prez.”
I removed my mouth from her neck, careful not to spill her salty, little tart blood on the carpet. “Less talking, more sucking.”
Her lips wrapped around my tip, and then her tongue twirled along the shaft. I licked my fangs and sunk them back into her veins, sucking slowly as I pushed several inches down her throat.
Medusa was sexy as fuck, big tits, fake but hot, full lips with professional dick-sucking skills. But I didn’t find myself as hard as I should have been with her blowing my brains off and her blood running down my throat.
I stopped drinking. “Work harder, bitch.”
She doubled her efforts, but the more she worked the angrier I got.
“It’s not working. What the fuck? You’re the second bitch that couldn’t do it right tonight.” I snapped.
Her green eyes glistened up at me. “Maybe you need more blood?” she asked with shivering lips.
Nah. I needed more Vixen.
“Just…do your thing.” I tilted my head back and placed my palms on the bedspread. Then I closed my eyes as her lips returned on my cock. My fangs shrank in. Vixen’s face flashed behind my eyelids. I didn’t push it away. All that resisting was making me want her even more.
I let my imagination stray as far as it wanted. I felt as if I could hear the distinct rhythm of her heartbeat. As if I could smell the sweet scent of her blood. I bet she tasted like candy not saltines like the bitch sucking me off.
Taking a deep breath, I could smell Vixen’s arousal, too. This was too vivid to be…imaginary.
My eyes snapped open. Shadows from the hall crossed the room. I didn’t mind people watching me fuck, but loitering without showing themselves was unacceptable.
Then I saw her hovering in the doorframe, her tits heaving in a snug, black dress.
My cock stiffened down Medusa’s throat as I held Vixen’s gaze. She looked perfect in that dress. I was dying to see her ass in it, and then rip it off with my fangs so I could see all of her naked.
Medusa moaned as I grew thicker, but my focus was entirely on the blue eyes watching hungrily.
“I love it when you’re so hard in my mouth like this,” Medusa whispered.
I grabbed her hair and brought her mouth back to work. “Don’t stop or talk.”
She used her hand along with her mouth. Vixen stabbed her lip with her teeth, the smell of her pussy wild.
“When you’re done, I want you on all fours because I want to fuck your ass real hard. But for now, touch yourself for me,” I rasped.
I felt Medusa stir, but I wouldn’t dare take my eyes off the human I could never have.
Vixen’s lips parted on a soft pant that was enough to swell my balls.
“You want to touch yourself for me, don’t you?” I groaned.
The hair in my fist bobbed up and down, but my words weren’t meant for Medusa.
The breaths hitching in Vixen’s chest blazed in the room. My mouth opened slightly, inhaling and tasting them. Suddenly, she twisted, giving me the view I wanted for a brief second before she stepped away.
“Stay!”Please.
My command froze her in place. Then her hair flipped as she spun back into my view. Her eyes darted a glance at me, and my neck tensed. I was so close. A couple more strokes to finish me off.
