Page 5 of Pucking Vamps

A slicked finger breaches me without warning, pulling an unrestrained groan out of me. “Then I’ll have to punish you, won’t I?”

Oh fuck, why does this feel so good? I don’t… normally. Ugh, and that self-satisfied tone makes it even better.

A needy moan leaves me when he crooks his finger and grazes my prostate. I roll my hips so I can rub against the bed, but I can’t really do it with his weight restricting my movements. He adds a second finger and leans forward, sinking his teeth into my shoulder blade just enough so I feel the sting. I keen, desire pooling to my core on a rush of delicious shivers.

I don’t bottom. But god, is he making me rethink my life choices. As he starts pumping faster, I’m convinced his fingers are made of fucking magic. I need to feel more of them, I want them deeper, rougher.

“You seem to have gone pliant. Will you do as I say now?”

I clasp the silk bedsheet, bunching it in my fists. “Yess… Just keep going. Fuuuck. Feels so good.”

His mouth is suddenly against my ear, his breath hot and tingling. “I’ll make it feel even better if you behave. You’ll be a good boy for me, won’t you?”

“Yes…” I whimper and push back as much as I can, trying to impale myself on his fingers. My body is on fire like never before, needing this to the point where I feel like I’ll burst. “I’ll be your good boy, just… I need more. Please.”

I don’t know why I am reacting this way or why it’s so intense, but I can’t get enough. I lift my head and crane it to the side when he doesn’t respond, catching his gaze. He smirks and shoves two fingers in my mouth while his other hand keeps stretching my ass.

“Lick.”

Fuck, I like being told what to do. It feels like I’m his toy for tonight and that’s such a fucking turn on. I don’t know why I’ve never tried sex like this, but a quick fuck has always made the most sense. Why bother to put in effort when you’ll never see the other person again, right?

My eyes flutter closed and I focus on the tension he’s building within me while sucking his digits like it’s my life’s mission. In this moment, it very much is, because if pleasing him gets me what I want, then I am going to let him boss me around as much as he wants.

“Good, you are doing so well,” he praises, shuffling a bit behind me. “Hips up.”

I do as I’m told and open my eyes so I can watch him. His fingers slip out of my mouth, a string of saliva hanging off them, and he wraps his lips around them, sucking on them like I just was. It’s so fucking dirty it makes me groan. My attention narrows down to his mouth. I want it. I don’t usually kiss randoms, because it’s never really done much for me, but I want to try kissing him.

His eyes lock on my mouth as if he can read my mind, the darkness in them stirring. His fingers slip out of my hole and before I have time to register their loss, he’s turned me over to my back and has nestled between my legs, jerking himself off. He’s put a condom on, though I have no idea when he did it, but the fact that he has sends thrills of heat across my body.

I’m a top, I’ve always been one. But I want his dick in me. I want to feel how big and hard it is. I want it to make me lose my mind until I’m a mess.

“Beg me for it,” Club Guy orders, leaning forward and shoving his fingers in my mouth again.

I groan around them, sucking and swallowing his sweet taste. It’s like honey and lime, and I’m immediately addicted. “I want your cock in me… Please.”

His mouth is on mine then, hungry and dominant. I open for him, desperate for the kiss, and he plunges his tongue past my teeth with dominance that triggers that instinctual fear within me. But the sensation only heightens my pleasure, his taste and his scent engulfing me inside and out until I can’t think anymore. Feeling him is everything, his tongue chasing mine and licking every inch of my mouth as his fingers rub along the rim of my hole. He teases me with the head of his cock next, pressing but not pushing inside.

“Please…” I pant, breaking the kiss and tossing my head back. I’ve never wanted to be fucked as much as I do now. “You said that you own me tonight. Prove it.”

“So impatient and bratty,” he scolds with a smile, lust dripping from his voice.

He’s right. This is so not me. I’m usually in control, in charge. But this is ten times better. To let go and just do what I’m told like I sometimes dream about.

“You should punish me then. With your hard cock. Since I’m being a brat.”

He smiles again, his lips lifting on one side to show a hint of gleaming white teeth. Splaying his hand on my stomach, he pushes my knees out and hooks my legs over his shoulders. Then he lines up his dick. My heart bangs in my chest, my skin tingling. He rubs the head around my hole and just as I am about to complain and tell him to give me what I want before I go crazy, he rams inside me in one fluid motion.

My vision blurs and I see stars around the edges. “Fuuuuuuck.”

He’s big. The burn is incomparable to what it felt to have his fingers. But with the tinge of pain comes a sense of fullness. It’s strange at first, but as he lets me get used to his girth, I realize I like it. The stretch is delicious, and it feels like he’s claiming me in a way. Molding me to fit to his size, to be his for tonight, just like he said. I like it… fuck, I like it way more than I probably should.

Slowly, he moves, pulling back and thrusting with deliberate focus. My eyes roll back, sparks prickling my spine. I feel every inch of him with my entire body, the pleasure and tension so good I don’t know what to do with them. Or with myself, because what the fuck am I gonna do after tonight? I don’t think sex will ever be the same.

“You are so gorgeous, taking my cock so well,” he purrs, his eyebrows slanted in concentration. His eyes are not on my face anymore, his attention locked on my ass. “Your little hole is so greedy, Hayden. It’s perfect, like it was made for me.”

I whimper, meeting his thrusts as best as I can in this position while fighting to get enough oxygen to my lungs. The bed is creaking under us as he picks up pace, each glide of his dick hitting my prostate repeatedly. I’m on fire, panting and gasping. This is my second time bottoming, and oh my god, it’s nothing like the first. Being fucked by this guy is an all-encompassing feeling where my whole body participates, each thrill that shoots through me leaving no nerve-endings untouched.

“Don’t hold your voice back,” he encourages when I bite off a moan. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

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