Page 21 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Four

A frustrated grumble rumbles in my chest. “Stroke your cock.”

He stands in the middle of the bedroom, his hands at his side.

“You’re killing me,” I say.

“You have until the count of five and then I’m putting my clothes back on.”

“Wait—”

“One.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Two.”

I crawl down the length of the bed, but the chain yanks me back. I forgot about it already.

“Three.”

The urgency takes root in my gut.

“Four.”

“Get over here,” I say.

He’s suddenly beside me on the bed.

“Better,” he says and wraps his hand in a length of my hair and gives it a sharp yank, forcing me to bend to his control. “Keep going.”

I reach between us for his cock, but he smacks my hand away.

I take another deep breath, focus on the beating of my heart, and then, “Grab your cock.”

With my hair still wound around his left hand, he uses his right to take control of his shaft. Excitement burns in my belly.

“Stroke yourself from base to tip.”

He does as I command and I can hear the soft rasp of his hand on his cock.

“Faster,” I say, and he picks up the pace.

Our eyes are locked on one another as he pumps himself harder, muscle and bone twining in his shoulder as he works himself. His irises burn brightly, and pleasure makes his lids heavy, his fangs sharp against his puffy lips.

“Don’t stop,” I say.

He keeps going, racing close to the finish line.

“Mouse,” he warns.

“Don’t stop until you come,” I say again.

He pushes me back against the bed and the chain clanks loudly on the headboard. He bats my knees open with his free hand, but keeps pumping himself with his other.

His breathing is ragged now, his teeth clenched tight.

He lines himself up at my center so that every stroke of his cock brings the backside of his knuckles against my clit.

The first graze of him makes me jolt, but he quickly wraps his free hand around my throat, driving me into place beneath him.

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