Page 58 of A Vow for the Vamp
“Layla will be here soon,” she groans.
I take my cock out of my sweats and pull the thong to the side.
“Then you better come fast.”
I slide into her with one hard thrust and she screams, clutching the edge of the table while I ream into her from behind.
“You feel so good, Millie. Your cunt was made for me. Only me.”
I use the bunched-up material of her pencil skirt like the horn of a saddle and drive into her.
“No one else will ever feel this pussy clench again. No one else will ever get totasteyou again. Only me.”
With my free hand, I strike her ass cheeks, one after the other, at least a dozen times on each side.
“Fuck, Teddy,” she wails.
She may be a vampire… any wound she receives heals within minutes… but she can still feel pain.
She loves it. My lashes turn her on, and her pussy walls tighten, letting me know she’s getting closer to orgasm.
Millie’s cellphone rings. Layla is here.
“What did I say, Millie?”
I clutch her long hair and wrap it around my wrist, tugging her head back. She whimpers.
“Come. Fast.”
“That’s right, Your Majesty.”
That does it.
She erupts with her release. Her body shakes and her cunt milks my cock, sending me over the edge as well.
I rest my head on her back as I try to catch my breath. But I barely have time to recuperate before Layla is pounding on the door.
“Five minutes,” Millie says to Layla. She doesn’t even need to raise her voice because she knows her friend will be able to hear her.
I’m reluctant to let my queen go, especially since she wants to use herself as bait to capture her ex. But I stand and slowly remove myself from her.
“Wait,” I say before allowing her to get up.
I watch as my cum leaks out and I lap some of it up with two fingers. Then I walk around the table to where Millie’s head rests and clutch her ponytail to tug her head back. I shove my fingers in her mouth, and she moans around them but dutifully licks them clean.
“That’s my girl.”
Layla pounds on the door again, likely annoyed for having to wait.
“Stand.” I help her off the table, then grip her by the chin. “I would clean you up, but I want you dripping with my release while addressing the council, letting them smell me on you. Because you’re mine.”
She whimpers at my words, struggling to sheath her fangs. Her eyes are still black as well.
My hot as fuck vampy babe.
I kneel to adjust her skirt, rolling it back down and smoothing it out while Millie fixes her blouse. She’ll need to redo her ponytail and touch up her makeup.
The thought of me causing this disheveled appearance makes me smile as I look up at her from where I kneel.
