Page 19 of Stranded with a Wounded Vampire

I grin because I know my breasts are my best feature. I’ve never needed a boob job; I was just blessed with them looking reasonably large and perky.

Then I smooth off my matching panties and toss those to the ground too.

“Now I want to see you naked too.”

“No sentient being has seen me like this. I was cared for by a med lab, that was purposely downgraded to only keep me alive and not repair, replace or heal scars.”

I watch as he lifts the t shirt and it’s off and over his head. And then the thin gray, long sleeved shirt is off too. And I swoon at the sight of his hard chest. There are so far only two matching scars on his right pec. Then he unbuckles and his black leather pants are going down. I learn he wasn’t even wearing underwear. Finally, all his clothes are removed and he’s naked before me. That amazing cock, with seed leaking from the slit at the top, bounces free. He gives it a few rough strokes.

I try to get to my knees, ready to give him a blowjob, but he catches my elbows. “Not yet. I want to come for the first time inside of you. There will be plenty of time for that later.”

I pout with dismay, but to make up for it he spends time on my breasts, hefting them in his hands and sucking on my nipples. It’s so wonderful I can’t stand up that great anymore and sag against him.

Then he lifts me up and tosses me onto the bed. I splay my legs and his between my thighs in moments. I glance down and see him staring at my girly parts in wonder. He even fingers my pubic hair; I think because it’s the same color as my hair and I know he likes my hair. I hope he then likes freckles too, because I’ve got lots.

He seems to know his way around because in moments he’s licking my clit like a professional. I grab for the sheets bunching them with my hands. It’s crazy how quick I go from hot to ready to orgasm. It must be because I’ve already spent hours alone with him, drinking and flirting and my body throbbing with need. Plus, there was the kissing.

“Oh, right there, that’s perfect, don’t stop.”

And then it hits me hard, the sharpest, most intense orgasm of my life. It starts in my stomach and races down my thighs and I swear to the tips of my toes. Then I flop back down on the bed, like a puppet with its strings cut.

His tall, huge frame is above me and he’s already got his hard shaft notched at my sopping wet entrance. “Are you ready?” he questions, baring his fangs.

I wrap my arms around his neck. “So ready.”

Bruce slides in a little at a time, making sure I’m ready to take him, which I appreciate. Because he is bigger than any man I’ve been with before. He kisses me the entire time, sliding in and out and back in again, going deeper and deeper. Finally, we both sigh with delight when he bottoms out and we’re joined at the hips.

I use my foot to kick him in the ass. “Harder.”

He chuckles and then he gets serious.

He’s fucking me hard and I can’t believe how amazing it all feels. This isn’t my first rodeo but it’s certainly my best. He’s ruining me for anyone else. I don’t mind at all the idea that this is the only man I’m ever going to have sex with again for the rest of my life. Instead I feel smart to have locked him down. All my sex toys have been demoted because Bruce might be all I need.

I feel another orgasm lurking in the distance, ready to hit. And he must feel the same because he pauses, lifts me in his arms so my head falls back and I see a flash of fangs. His fangs pierce the skin of my neck and it’s exactly like he said, it doesn’t hurt. Instead it starts a cascade of feeling like nothing before. I can feel the tug on my neck and the motion of his lips as he’s drinking my blood and that’s when my second orgasm hits. And I’m screaming, it’s so intense.

And then, when I come down, he breaks free from his drinking and this time I see bloody fangs and he’s frozen above me, having his own orgasm. I can feel the hot rush of his come inside of me, again and again and again. Until finally he flops down beside me, holding me close.

I feel the sensation of his tongue, lapping up the bite marks.

And I pass out in his arms.

Chapter 7

Bruce

Ihave difficulty sleeping because all I want is to mate with Willow.

After the first time, where I drank her blood, we slept.

I woke up, hard and leaking, needing to lick her again to completion and taste her juices. I took her with me into the cleansing unit and licked her to orgasm and then took her again, fucking her hard against the tile wall, her perfect breasts bouncing and water spraying down. It was wonderful.

I carried her back to bed and we fell asleep.

I woke again later, in the dark, with her mouth on my hard cock. She was sucking me to completion. My bride loves my cock. I shouted as I came in her mouth and she swallowed everything I had to give her.

“You’re good at that,” I told her.

“You’re good at that too,” she said as I moved between her thighs. Then I licked her to a screaming orgasm.

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