Page 68 of Tempting the Dhampir

“I can’t fuck you on the closet floor the first time. I need to woo you with flowers and bedrooms—romance,” Everett protests weakly, lowering himself down.

“You’ve done the flowers already. Good job with that. Let’s use the bed next time. I just need your cock in my pussy, right now, right here,” I say imploringly, unbuttoning my pants.

I let him look his fill as I peel my pants off as elegantly as jeans with a damp crotch allow to be taken off. He sweeps his eyes over my body appreciatively with a rumbly “hmmm” coming from deep in his chest, bolstering my confidence.

I climb on top of him, straddling his thighs, his thick cock bobbing in front of my pussy, as if searching for my heat, his hands coming to rest on my legs.

“Are you ready for me?” I purr.

“Very. Condom?” Everett rasps.

“IUD and recently tested.”

“No one since my last tests.”

Not needing any more assurance, I shift forward and guide his cock to my pussy. His head nudges at my opening, and we both groan as I sink down, inch by delicious inch.

My thighs start to tremble as I brace myself on his chest, slowly trying to take all of him, but he’s just so big.

“Sweetheart, look at you taking my big cock in your tight little cunt like the queen that you are,” Everett chokes out his praise, voice ragged, chest heaving, hands smoothing up and down my thighs.

“You’re… so… big. Can’t… fit,” I stammer out, eyes closed as I give my pussy a moment to adjust, hovering with half his cock inside me.

“It’ll fit,” Everett declares confidently. “Let me take over, sweetheart. Let me fuck you like you need to be fucked.”

I open my eyes and make sure to look deep into his darkened gaze, ensuring he sees the weight of my next words. “Fuck me like I’m yours.”

Everett blinks. He processes the meaning for a moment, then I’m scooped up and carried to the bedroom, dick still half inside me.

Affectionate hands lower us onto the bed as one. My back hits the mattress, and he bends me until my knees are kissing my ears, eyes lasered on where we’re joined.

“So tight. So slick. So warm,” Everett grits out.

“Good. More. Cock. Now,” I pant.

He smirks down at me and thrusts himself to the hilt. My lusty moan at being filled so completely is met with an equally satisfied groan from him.

Staying preternaturally still, he gives me a moment to adjust until I’m squirming for more. Our breaths harsh, sharp. Hearts beating wildly.

I reach for his face and frame it in my hands, ready to be brave and utter something aloud that’ll change the course of my life, something I’ve only admitted to myself mere moments ago.

“I choose you, Everett. I choose Vegas. I’m staying, if you want me to.”

His eyes blaze with delight, his fangs peeking out from his brilliant smile. “I’m yours, and now I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine. Hold on.”

That’s all the warning I get until he starts thrusting into me like he’s trying to brand me with his cock. The wet sounds of my pussy accompanied by my panting mewls encourage him for more, harder, faster.

Everett shifts us once again so he’s sitting, leaning back on his haunches, arms banded around me. He positions me to straddle him across his thighs, legs wrapped around his waist.

I claw at his shoulders as I bounce up and down on his cock, and he thrusts up into me from below. The new angle provides the perfect stimulation for my clit.

Our bodies form their own orchestra with the sound of slapping skin, breaths sawing in and out, his rugged groans of exertion, and my intensifying cries of pleasure.

“Sadie-queen, I need you to come. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” Everett rasps.

“Close, I’m so close,” I sob.

“What do you need?”

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