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I thrust harder and deeper and faster, watching him pant and moan and writhe with every stroke of his sweet spot.
“Right there,” he said. “Right there. Oh, fuck…” His eyes fluttered, his face contorting into the sign of almost there—expectant, slightly tortured by the approach of pleasure.
Such a beautiful sight.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
His cock was engorged, on the edge of explosion. I angled my body to burrow even deeper for the final approach. I pounded into him, my balls slapping his flesh. And I kept on watching him, wanting to witness every quirk of his face as he came, to revel in the pleasure I gave him.
“Oh, Silv. Oh, fuck.”
The slap of skin on skin, the increasing heat between us. The sweat and the touching and the sounds of desire. They spurred me on to the final, fervent moments. Slamming into him, his moans louder, his grip on me harder.
His body shuddered, his velveteen muscles squeezing my cock. “I’m… I’m… Fuck!” He climaxed in a spray of hot release, not once touching himself to get there. Every spurt and cry because of me.
I chuckled at the mess he made on his stomach and chest. A pretty sight on such a pretty body.
It was almost my turn.
“Cum over me,” he panted.
That was a surprise. “Not inside you?”
“I want to… Fuck… I want to see it all over me.”
What a delightful idea.
I drilled into him until the last moment, then pulled out as my orgasm tore from me in heavy gushes, decorating his body all the way up to his neck.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Fucking give it to me.”
After the last drop hit his skin, I bent down to kiss him, our bodies pressing together, smearing the cum between us.
“That was so hot,” he whispered into my mouth.
“Agreed.”
“Bite me.”
I lifted my head. “Pardon?”
His hand moved down his body and he began stroking himself. “Drink from me.”
“I don’t—”
“Please, Silv. Taste me a little bit.” He licked his lips, his other hand curling around my sensitive cock.
His eyes sparkled with lust as he started to stroke me.
“Can you go again?” he asked.
I chuckled, already on the edge of a second orgasm from his touch alone. “Always with you.”
“Will a sip of my honeyed blood make it even better?”
The drinking of mortal blood was often an extremely erotic action. For me and the mortal both.
“Yes.”
