Page 57 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Four

As the man teases at the woman’s pussy, Bran slips inside my panties and finds me already wet.

“You like watching others, little mouse,” he says at my ear, his voice practically a purr.

“I guess I do.”

Bran’s touch is light at first, priming me, making me wiggle.

Across from us, the man leans forward and nips at the wet panties of the woman on the settee and her body jolts.

Bran sinks his middle finger inside of me and my hips shift, wanting more of him, to be filled up despite the whisper of doubt in the far trenches of my mind.

I’m drunk on fairy wine and swept up in a fairy orgy.

Surely there’s something wrong with this scenario?

But I can’t seem to care. I can’t seem to tell Bran to stop.

The man on his knees hooks his fingers around the woman’s panties and stretches them to the side, baring her. Then his mouth is on her, eating her out like she’s a delicacy.

The woman hangs her head back, her mouth popped open in ecstasy.

An answering thrill pulses in my pussy and Bran presses his thumb against my clit.

“Oh fuck, yeah, yes,” I tell him, but my words pull him to a stop. He slips out of me and flattens his hand against me, holding still.

“Bran,” I whine and tremble in his grip. He’s hard beneath me, digging into my back. How is he showing restraint when sex is everywhere and I’m ready and willing?

I grab his wrist, push his arm back, and spin around so I can straddle him face-to-face.

His eyes are hooded, irises glowing. “Naughty little mouse.”

I kiss him. His tongue darts out to meet mine and the kiss deepens. His hands go to my ass, grabbing me possessively as our lips crash together.

I can’t get enough of him. He’s just as addictive as the fairy wine.

His cock presses against the dark material of his pants, so I reach between us, and fumble with the button before tearing it off and yanking the zipper down. He’s in my hand in just a few seconds and his groan of pleasure fills my mouth.

“Fuck, Mouse,” he says. “I need the heat of that pussy wrapped around my cock.”

“Then hurry up,” I tell him between kisses.

He tears off my panties, not bothering with the delicacies of the man behind us.

Bran lifts me up so he can get beneath me and then seats himself inside my pussy with a hot, wet rush.

I yelp in surprise. He lifts me again and slams me down on him.

The sound of our fucking joins the chorus of fucking in the room.

“Keep bouncing on my cock, Mouse.” I find my momentum and fuck him fast. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

I find the right spot so that my clit rocks against him every time I go down. The tide wells up, higher and higher.

Bran’s fangs protrude from his swollen mouth and he bites me on the breast. I feel nothing but the heat of his mouth. He drags his tongue over the well of blood before covering the wound entirely, drinking me back.

“Oh fuck,” I say and keep the rhythm going, fast, fast, don’t stop.

Blood runs from his mouth, drips between us, down my pussy, making us wetter.

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