Page 48 of Shut Up and Bite Me

The sight of her naked on top of me right now, all vamped out, is driving me fucking insane…and she knows it.

Grinding my pelvis up against her bare center, I growl, “Bite me, Vivian. Drink from me while I bury myself deep inside of you, right where I fucking belong.”

She lifts her hips in the air, and I shove my boxers down my thighs as my erection springs free, bouncing against her center and making my cock throb with anticipation.

“Fuck,” I groan, wrapping my hand around my length and pumping myself base to tip, swiping it through her wetness and coating myself in her arousal.

Gliding my tip through her soaked center once more, I ease my tip inside of her, a grunt escaping my lips as I feel her tight pussy adjust to take me.

Sliding my free hand up her side, I pull her waist forward and down, her breasts flattening against my skin. She claims my lips with hers as she crashes forward, arching her back and taking me half an inch deeper. Wiggling her hips, the sensation is nearly enough to make me lose control and slam into her.

She nips at my lip, drawing blood that slowly drips down my chin, before she pulls away, eyeing it hungrily as she wets her bottom lip. Then, she lashes out, licking from my collarbone up to my jaw, lapping the runaway drops up with her tongue and moaning with satisfaction as she swallows my blood.

“Mmm, you tastesogood,” she whimpers as her nose brushes against mine.

“Take all you want, baby,” I whisper into her mouth and turn my head to the side. “And I’ll…” I pause, gripping her hips tightly, my fingers digging into the delicate flesh, and thrust upward, filling her to the brim all at once. She cries out in surprise and pleasure as she stretches around me. “I’ll get my fill of your pretty little cunt,” I grunt. “If that’s even fucking possible.”

“Don’t hold back,” she whispers against my neck before pressing a soft kiss against the invisible marks from her previous feedings, sending a warm, familiar shiver down my body.

Without warning, I do exactly what she asks. Grabbing her hips, I thrust upward at the same time I bring her ass down onto me, my dick plunging deeper inside of her.

“Ahh!” she cries out.

Lifting her, I slam her back down onto me, an incoherent moan leaving her lips right before I feel her fangs penetrate my neck.

“Fuck,” I grunt at the sudden burst of pain, but it’s never felt better as I roll my hips and plunge into her, my cock stroking her insides with every relentless thrust.

Feeling her suck from my neck is an otherworldly sensation, heightening every ounce of pleasure tenfold. I’m fucking drunk on her bite, and I never want to sober up.

With ease, I lift her up and circle her hips as I glide back inside of her. She moans, the sounds muffled against my skin as her fangs continue to draw blood from me.

The sounds of our bodies colliding together, mixed with her muffled moans, fill the room with the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.

She starts tightening around my length. She’s getting close, and I want to feel her pussy spasm on top of me more than I want to breathe.

“Take every fucking drop, and don’t stop,” I encourage her, feeling her center start to pulse around me. “Give it to me, Vivian. Right now, baby. I want to feel you fucking explode.”

Her fangs leave me for a brief second as her cries, her uncontrollable moans, sing into my ear. “Greyson, Greyson! Oh my fuck!”

“That’s it. What a good girl coming that hard for me.” Grabbing the back of her neck, I fist my hand in her hair and push her mouth back down against my neck. “Get your fill, baby.”

But instead of biting into me again, she sits up, my cock still buried inside of her. When I twitch it, her eyes light up, and her hips buck ever so slightly.

“What? Are you done already?” I ask, my eyes hooded, my tone playful as I smirk.

She shrugs and glances anywhere but at me, her blush and smile giving her lie away immediately. “Yeah, I’ve had enough.”

I thrust my hips upward, and her eyes roll to the back of her head as I sit us up, pressing my lips against her neck. Securing my arm around her waist, I fist my hand in her hair and tug her head down back toward her ass, earning a delicious whimper.

“You might have had enough to drink, but I have a suspicion you haven’t had enough ofthis.” With my fingers tangled in her locks, I tug her hair again at the same time I rock into her, over and over.

Her mouth falls open, and she whimpers as I move inside of her, buried to the hilt.

Freezing, I release her hair and lean back on the bed, crossing my hands behind my head with a devilish smirk on my lips.

Let’s see what she says now.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demands, frustration etched in her every feature.

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