Page 50 of Hot Blooded
I peel off my clothes and fold them over a chair. Tressa does the same, my manhood starting to rally at the sight of her.
“I know what you wish. But for one, it is technically illegal. You’re not a registered donor. Secondly, you’re here as my employee, and I know we’ve crossed all sorts of lines, effectively blurring that relationship. But this… it’s too much.” I rub a hand through my hair and sit on the bed, while Tressa takes out somepins from her hair and sets them on my dresser. I can’t help but enjoy the look of her things in my room.
I’m definitely in too deep. And despite what she thinks, I’m not the prince in her story.
“I don’t care about breaking some stupid rule. And you were right, Reign. It feels really good. I’d say better than sex, but you may have noticed… you haven’t given me an orgasm yet tonight. And now I’ve given you one… it feels like you owe me,” she laughs.
Now I have to actively adjust myself, tucking my eager erection into my waistband. “That can be arranged,” I purr the words.
Finally undressed, Tressa slips into one of my undershirts, her perky breasts pushing at the fabric. This sight should be illegal it’s so sexy. I take a moment to steady myself.
Tressa walks around the other side of the bed though, instead of coming right to me, even though I’m mentally attempting to will her into my arms, or mouth…
She lifts the comforter and slips under the sheets. “Listen, you finally just invited me to sleep in your bed for the night with you. I can’t give it all up tonight. Need to keep you preening for me,” she teases.
I turn around to face her, crawling up under the covers to meet her. “Oh, I will. I’m insatiable when it comes to you. Which is why I can’t feed from you. But we do need to decide how I will feed. Would you prefer I hire a male donor?”
She shrugs. “It’s petty. I know it is, but if you won’t feed from me, then I guess that’s a decent solution, for now. Is that okay?”
I laugh with relief. “Honestly, they don’t taste as good to me. But yes, that will do.”
“I’m sorry,” she stutters.
“Don’t be. I’m happy to make the change. If it makes you more comfortable. Now, do I get some sort of reward for being so flexible?” I tease. I’m only half-kidding, but my heart lifts when she nods.
Not wanting to waste another minute in which she may change her mind, I move to kiss her. Our mouths slot together instantly, already having found their perfect rhythm together.
“Tressa,” I groan between kisses. “So sweet.”
My hands wander over her soft warm body. So warm. Hot, really. She’s like fire beneath my palms.
I slip up her shirt, cupping her heavy breasts, letting my thumb flick against her pointed nipple. She hisses at the sensation and her hips roll in approval. Tugging up her shirt, I catch her nipple in my mouth, sucking at the flesh, wondering what it would be like to bite and suck her here. I manage to resist the urge though, but only by distracting myself. I move down her stomach, licking into her belly button until I reach my destination.
She’s wiggling eagerly as I part her legs, exposing her to me. I pause all my exploration to enjoy the view, especially the blush that spreads across her cheeks.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I tease.
“Something. Anything,” she pants.
I chuckle low at her words. “Anything, huh?” A mischievous smile breaks out on my lips.
I slip fingers between her legs and the heat there sends shivers raking through me. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, begging for attention, but he’ll have to wait. I need to please Tressa. I want to see her come undone.
Aligning one finger with her entrance, I press inside her. She groans and clenches me and Oh. My. God. The feeling has me leaking all over myself. My dick is practically pulsating as I imagine plunging it inside her.
“More,” she pants, riding her hips on my finger as I work it inside her.
“Tressa,” I groan, unable to resist any longer. I fist my cock in my free palm and work it in time with my fingers that arch to hit her sweet spot. When I reach that bundle of sensitive nerves inside her, I know it. She bucks off the bed with a gasp and then thrusts on me harder, so that I’m pounding the spot in a steady rhythm. The sight is too much.
I pull myself completely free from my boxers and lean up over her. It’s taking every ounce of my willpower to not sink inside that luxurious silky heat, to not sink my fangs in her sweet flesh and drink her delicious blood.
“I’m close,” I pant, searching her face. Her lips are swollen, nipples hard and pink and pointing at me. Her breathing is labored, and she’s coated in sweat as she rides my fingers.
She gives me a little nod of approval.
“I want you to come with me. Can you do that for me, sweet Tressa?” I ask, voice hoarse.
