Page 134 of Your Coffin or Mine
“Yes,” I whimper, and his thrusts turn frenzied, making me climb that hill that leads to ecstasy as he pounds into me over and over until I am a rag doll in his arms.
I shriek when my orgasm rolls over me like a Mack truck, and my eyes fling open wide at the sight of the ceiling two inches above my head. My back is still on the window, and I glance out of it for a second, worried people are seeing my ass floating whileVlad fucks the hell out of me. He has literally fucked me up the wall.
Holy hell. My thighs shake, and my vision rolls as my eyes cross when he hits my G-spot just right.
“Shit,” he suddenly says, slowing.
“Whaa—” He covers my mouth, and my brows come together when he stops, only for him to somehow zoom us into the nearby closet at super speed, closing the door behind us.
My breathing turns ragged as he holds my mouth closed and begins fucking me again on his thick cock. Hangers clack together before one falls, but I’m too busy rolling my eyes in bliss to care.
“Housekeeping, do you need fresh towels?” Doyle says in a sarcastic voice, and I have to hold back a snicker as Vlad refuses to stop pounding my pussy.
“They’re not in here, obviously. That nose of yours is full of shit, wolf boy,” Bernadette says.
Doyle says something I can’t quite make out.
“Then where did they go?” Burnie asks loudly, as if she’s moving further into the room.
I breathe roughly through my nose as he adjusts me in the closet, holding me in his arms and kissing my neck. He reaches down to thumb my clit, and stars burst in my eyes. I moan. He is going to kill me. Death by dick.
“Oh fuck,” Vlad groans softly, thrusting into me harder. “I’m coming.”
I whimper when I feel it, my pussy spasming around him.
“Are you for real right now?” Burnie practically shouts. “Aubrey, please tell me you are not fucking in a closet.”
She walks closer and Vlad stops his movements, uncovering my mouth as he breathes roughly against my neck. “If only I could touch you without being interrupted,” he huffs out. “How do you feel about a trip to Greece?”
Greece?
“Dude. C’mon now. Erica is going to lose her shit.” A door opens and closes next to us. “Well, at least you didn’t fuck up the bed. It’s still covered in rose petals. I’ll go get a room, for fuck’s sake. Let’s go, Connor.”
Doyle, who has been practically giggling like a schoolgirl since they walked into the room, calls out, “Can I get you anything, Vlad?”
Vlad lifts his head from my neck, and I can see the red glow of his irises shining in the pitch-black closet. “Fuck off,” he says. “Would you like to get our own room?” he whispers at my lips. “I don’t think I’m done fucking this pussy just yet.”
I smile against his mouth, knowing he can feel it. “I would love to.”
Aubrey
“I need to get dressed,”I whine.
His chest rumbles beneath me, our naked limbs twined together across the bed in the hotel room we moved to yesterday after Burnie caught us in the closet. A soft kiss lands on my head, and I am gently lifted into the air, blankets and all. He moves from underneath me and floats me back down to the bed, all while searching for the tossed pieces of his black tux. It istrippy, but I am starting to get used to his powers and what he can do with them.
“When is our flight?” I ask, my palm covering my mouth as I yawn.
He looks down at his watch. “We have three hours.”
“Okay.”
Three more hours and we will be on our way to Greece.
My body is relaxed, so languid there’s no way I could even acknowledge an inkling of anxiety. My pussy throbs at what that man—oops, vampire—has done to me in such a short time. If I hadn’t already been in love with him, the last day would do it. He fucks me so well and then holds me so tenderly, treating me as if I am a gift, something he treasures.
With all his fears and mine now out in the open, we can be ourselves, and it’s as if we are learning new parts of each other with every conversation.
“You seem different,” I murmur.
