Page 50 of Pucking Vamps

He thrusts again, tension building inside me. I try to bite off my groan, but I can’t, my whole being already a slave to the pain-tinged pleasure he’s giving me.

“That’s it. Let them hear your pretty voice.” He pulls out again, leaving just the head of his cock half-swallowed by my hole for everyone to see.

I open my eyes and seek out the vampire woman, spotting her camera first. It’s angled downward, no doubt recording the way my hole is stretched around Leander’s dick. Sparks of lust dance at the pit of my stomach. I cast my gaze around, my head spinning a little as Leander sinks his cock inside me and drags it out and then in again. Everyone is mesmerized, their gazes locked on us like they simply can’t look away.

Fuck, I like it. The pressure building inside me as Leander keeps pumping, combined with the breathy whispers and hungry eyes that track our every movement, makes this ten times better. It’s like the crowd can touch me, dragging invisible fingers across my chest, my belly, my thighs, the place where Leander and I connect.

“Do you like being watched?” Leander asks in a voice both strained and hoarse, groping the ass cheek he’s got a hold of with one hand. “Showing everyone how good my cock makes you feel?”

I make some sound of agreement, my moans drowning it out.

“Good. You are so good for me. So perfect. My lovely Hayden.” His voice will kill me, the way affection drips from it along with the mind-whirring lust.

I am his. And he has no idea how right he is. I want it, I need it, for my fairytale to be true even after the clock hits midnight.

It’s very hard to think with pleasure holding me hostage, to do more than allow him to have me the exact way he wishes, so I let my thoughts go. The muscles of his legs are tense, his abdominals flexing and unflexing under my palms. His scent is everywhere, like a fog at dawn you can’t escape, and his presence looms over us, tangible like a dark shadow spilling out of him with every labored breath.

I crane my head sideways, desperate for his gaze while the eyes of the audience continue to stay on us. Those green depths cut to me immediately, open and raw with both desire and fondness. His eyebrows are pinched, his lips a little swollen. Sweat covers his pale skin, the black silks of the couch enunciating his ethereal elegance. He’s beautiful. In a haunting way you wouldn’t be able to forget.

God, I want him. To be mine, truly.

“Leander… More. Claim me. Let everyone see that I am yours.” The words spill out of my mouth, truer than I’ve ever meant them as every inch of me vibrates in agreement.

His nostrils flare, his hips stuttering and skewing his rhythm. My neck is beginning to cramp, but I can’t look away from the shimmering reverence in his gaze. It’s aimed at me. It is for me. At least in this very moment.

It derails me further, pushing me toward the peak of ecstasy I’ve been craving to feel again since that night he bit me.

He must sense it, because the green in his eyes thins out to a rim around his blown out black pupils. His fangs protrude fully, glinting under the light of the chandelier above us. My insides squirm, my balls tingling with the need to come.

There is something different tonight, I can sense it. This feels like more than sex, more than a performance we are putting on. But I’m too far gone into delirious pleasure, too high on the addictive sensation of tangling myself with him to pinpoint the cause. So I don’t. I just let it be and focus on the scalding need for Leander within me.

I face forward, pushing my knees out to show off the way my body fits his. The way my hole devours his dick, the burning stretch now a backdrop that only enhances the pleasure. We slot together perfectly, as if we’ve been truly made for each other, and I want everyone to see it. To know it.

“Bite me, Leander. And then I want you to come…” I swallow hard, heart racing. “Inside me. To breed me like you did that night.” Hard enough so I can feel it, so it’s too much. So it leaks from me when he’s done rearranging my guts.

His hum of satisfaction reverberates through me, heady and unstoppable. He shuffles under me and the next thing I know, I’m turned around, no longer facing our audience. “Ride me,” he commands, narrowing down my world just to the sensation of fullness inside me as he stills and lets me take charge. “Ride me and use me for your pleasure. Let everyone see that you own me just as much as you are mine. Come for me and because of me. And then I’ll mark you, Hayden. Claim you. Just like you want. I’ll leave no doubt about whom you belong to, so no one dares go near you without my permission.”

He snaps his hips up, burying his dick so deep in me I see stars. My head swims, my breath hitching. Then he goes completely still again, waiting. Letting me take charge.

I need to come, to feel him come in me.

Hands on his shoulders, I attack his mouth. Pushing my tongue inside, I chase after his, not able to get enough of his taste, of his moans, of our gasps mixing together. It’s like a switch flips in me, my mind diminished only to one single directive—to get us both over the edge. I spread my legs further and push my ass out, then begin moving. Slowly the first few glides up and down his rock-hard cock, and then faster.

“Fuck, Leander,” I gasp as the sound of skin slapping against skin drowns out everything else. I control the angle, the pace. But it’s still not enough. I need more, I need all of it. “Feels so good. Need more. Need all of you.”

His hands clasp my waist firmly and he starts pumping again, meeting my every bounce with a thrust of his own. Yesss, fuck, this is it. Exactly what I need.

His tongue is back in my mouth, devouring and claiming. The sudden possessiveness ramps up the tension within me. Every snap of his hips causes him to hit my prostate, the pleasure blinding and merciless in its undeterred assault of every molecule that makes me up.

“Mine. Hayden. Mine. So so good,” he growls, the tips of his teeth poking my bottom lip.

“Yes, fuuuuck. I’m yours. Only yours.” I’m close, so close. “Not just tonight. Every night from now on.”

“Yesss,” he hisses, burying his nose in the crook of my neck. “You smell so good. You smell mine.” He rams into me, harder, more desperate, and sinks his teeth in my flesh.

I’m floating, stars in my blood. My ears ring, my lungs burn. I’m reduced to nothing but the ability to feel him as he unravels, pumping me full of his cum. My own orgasm crashes into me, triggered by the chaotic, swooping sensation that takes over my core and slips into my stomach.

I scream his name as we kiss, everything tasting like copper and honey and earth. I’m too full, about to burst, but he keeps coming, fucking me through it. I don’t know how long it lasts, it feels like forever, each second that passes threatening to undo me.

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