Page 25 of Pucking Vamps

“Fuck, fuck!”

I scream as I come, the pressure building from my ass and my shoulder propelling my orgasm through me. My cum paints the grass under me, my body spasming and my muscles flexing while my vision blurs and my lungs fight for air. Leander tenses above me, chanting my name as he continues sucking on my neck. Before long, his cock starts throbbing.

It’s kind of weird at first, but in a good way. It adds to the zapping pleasure of my own orgasm, every spurt of his dick pulling unhinged moans and broken-up words from me.

“Daddy, so good. Yesss. Fill me up more.”

He keeps pumping into me in slow and deliberate motions until we stop shaking. Both of us collapse on the grass, panting and sweaty. I plaster my back to his front, his dick still in my ass. He cradles my chin and forces my head back, kissing me hard and owning my mouth like he did my hole.

“Such a good boy. Letting me breed you so well you’ll feel me for days,” he coos, stroking my cheek and slowly ending the kiss.

He slips out of me gently, rubbing my stretched hole with his fingers. A hum of satisfaction settles into my muscles and bones, causing my eyelids to feel heavy. I feel something warm drip down my thigh.

“I think I’m leaking your cum,” I say with pride, a yawn slurring my words.

“You are so beautiful,” Leander says in an awed voice, pressing his finger inside with no resistance as he places a kiss on my shoulder.

I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t know. I feel more dirty and sexed-out than pretty. Think I need a shower, but moving is too much effort right now.”

He chuckles, the fond sound summoning butterflies in my already fluttering stomach. “Sleep then.” He kisses my head. “I will take care of the mess we made.”

Okay. This sounds good. He did it last time, took me home too, so I know he’s thorough.

“Okay.” I nod, fighting another yawn. “And don’t forget to give me your cock in the morning. I have killer blowjob skills, trust.”

Chapter 9

Leander

As promised, I wake Hayden up with my cock in his mouth. His eyes go wide as I push, but soon enough his brain catches up to what is happening. Smiling his stretched lips, he clamps my waist with his hands, urging me deeper.

I’m careful as I accommodate, making sure I don’t squish his chest with my weight since I’ve straddled his torso. His eyes are on me the entire time, his head bobbing up and down as the room echoes with slurping and smacking sounds.

He is good. But not good in the sense of having had a lot of practice. In fact, his technique is a little clumsy, causing him to choke around me now and then, but he makes up for that with sheer enthusiasm. I can tell he loves the taste and feel of my cock, and not just because he’s jacking himself off without my permission.

But I let that slide. After all, it’s because of me he’s horny and leaking first thing in the morning.

“Hayden, you are doing so well. Do you love my cock so much?” I tease, raking my fingers through his silky dark hair.

His eyes crinkle in the corners, the hazel shimmering with lust and mirth. “Ywesh, Daddhey.”

His voice sends vibrations down my shaft that elicit a pleasant tingling in my balls. If this continues, I will come in his mouth. While that stirs want in my stomach, I’d much rather make it better for him by filling him up like I did last night. He seemed to like it.

I slip past his glistening lips with a pop, causing creases across his forehead. But the frown doesn’t last as I slide down his body, kissing and sucking on his clavicles. They are prominent and sexy, flowing into firm pectorals and two hard nipples.

“You know, I forgot to ask you last night,” he says in a breathy voice while I settle between his legs and slick his tender hole. My finger slides in with little resistance, making his long eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. “Fuuck, Leander. You’ve turned me into a cock addict. Give me the D already, Daddy, or I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”

He can be such a brat. In the best possible way. It fuels my innate urge to make him behave, to do as told when we are in bed because I’m the one in charge there. The little vixen loves it.

I push inside him, keeping my glide slow and deliberate. He moans in a guttural voice, his entire body feeling me as I sink myself to the hilt. His heat and tightness engulf me, both so maddeningly perfect I don’t know what I will do once our little farce is over. I don’t let myself think about that now, though; I want to make him feel good. It’s the only thing that matters on this sunny morning.

I roll my hips, settling into a not too punishing pace. He has practice and I wouldn’t want to bench him, considering he didn’t get to expel enough energy on the ice yesterday. This will definitely take the edge off him though, stifle down some of that agitation. According to the recon I did after watching him squirm and try to ignore me during guitar class, it hadn’t been entirely his fault either, but his hotheadedness didn’t help.

Mouthing along the side of his neck and the juncture with the shoulder I bit last night, I soak up his enticingly needy moans and prompt him, “What did you want to ask me, Hayden?”

He sighs, tossing his arms around my neck. “Hmm? Oh, yeah. Am I going to turn into a vampire? Because you bit me?”

I let my fangs protrude, grazing the tips along his soft skin. “No. It takes a special kind of biting for that, along with drinking my blood. Our gift is not one offered lightly just because we are having a good time.”

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