Page 21 of My Summer Girl

Vex

(they/sir)

Peaches & Cream – 112

My cock swells at an alarming rate. There’s nothing at this moment that could drive me away from Dulce. The way her blood sings to me doesn’t even compare to the way her eyes ensnare me now.

“Vex, please,” she whimpers. It’s such a sad noise, like a strangled cry and a whine all wrapped in a needy bow.

How did I stay away from her this long?

“I know we have rules,” she reminds me with her breathy words. “But just this once. Please. I’m so desperate. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, my little dove?” She frantically nods as I lower onto the floor. Her head and gaze follow my movements as I kneel beneath her.

“A-anything,” she stutters, her flushed appearance only urging me forward.

I don’t second guess myself as I lick up her seam. She practically screams as my tongue separates her, teasing her clit as she soaks me with her arousal. No words come to me as I simply devour the flavor that is Dulce.

Peaches.

Like a fucking pie with whipped cream on top. She’s divine, too pure for anyone, especially the likes of me.

“Vex,” she hisses as I latch onto her clit. I don’t let go. I continue to suck, and then without warning, she grips my horns. My cock weeps.

“Dulce,” I rasp, my hoarse voice too unhinged for my normal semblance of control. My horns... They’re filled with nerve endings, and I could come from them being rubbed alone.

She uses this opportunity to stroke them, pushing my face farther into her flesh. My teeth dig into her, and I’m lost. Her blood fills me, while her sounds are like an accompanying melody.

“Bloody hell,” I groan in response.

Her cries have me aching and the connection we share only blisters as she shakes beneath me. Sinking two fingers into her, she arches her back with a scream. I curve my digits inward, pressing on that textured flesh I know feels so good.

“Vex, Vex, Vex...” She chants my name as if it’s her only prayer, and the things it does to my ego. I grunt as I push pleasure through my fangs. Her voice gets louder as I pump into her. The way the flavor of her blood mixes with her arousal is enough to push me over the edge.

Like a bloody juvenile who hasn’t fooled around before, my cock throbs and shoots inside my trousers as my teeth dig deeper.

It isn’t until her barely there whimpers meet my brain that I realize I’m taking too much. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. I immediately pull free and see her peachy complexion wane a bit. It’s less vibrant, and her chest rises and falls too slowly.

We have rules.

We had rules.

Shit.

I rise and climb onto the bed, not thinking twice of the consequences. Before I can even stop my worrisome brain, I slice into my wrist and drag it to her mouth.

Forbidden.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

The reminder is loud in my head, but nothing else matters but her. My blood trickles into her parted lips, over her chin, and some even trails down her throat. If not for the fear consuming my every thought, it would be beautiful. A mystical eroticism that I’ve always wanted to experience.

Her chest rises and falls in a steadier rhythm, and then her eyes open. Lips wrap along the flesh that’s nearly closed now. She licks, her tongue desperately seeking more of me. Our eyes meet with so much pent-up passion, and the desire and longing in her expression nearly knocks me on my ass.

“Little dove,” I rasp with so much emotion.

“What happened?” she drowsily questions, her cheeks darkening with embarrassment. “One moment I was having the best orgasm of my life, and the next, I felt so far away.”

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