Page 7 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Don't Sparkle
Will turns off the stove.“Love?Where did your mind go just now?”
“Just…nowhere.Thinking about random shit.”
“So crass,” he says.“Those are some dirty words coming from my angel’s lips.”
There’s a stern yet playful note to his voice.
“Are you hungry?”he asks, taking a pot of pasta from the stove and draining it, his movements efficient even while his focus is on me.
“Yes, Sir.”
He cocks his head.“Then I hope you like pasta.”
“I want something else to eat, Sir.”I stare meaningfully at his package.
After setting down the strainer, he turns to face me fully.Grabs himself through his jeans.“This?This is for little girls who listen to their daddies.”
Daddies?Instant arousal.
He watches my face carefully, then grins.“You know you’re my little girl, my little love.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Enough with theSir.You can call meDaddy.”
I can only gape at him.
“You heard me right,” he says.“Do you like it?Does the thought of me being your protector and punisher turn you on?”
“Yes, Sir.I mean, yes, Daddy.”My breasts feel heavy, my panties wet.
“I thought it might.Freaky little girl.”
I look away, embarrassed.But even that embarrassment is arousing.Fuck.Iamfreaky.
Will stands tall, folds his arms across his chest.“Get on your knees and suck me, sweetheart.Show your daddy how good you are.”
I scramble to the floor in front of him, wincing at the cold tile.
“Wait a moment.My little doll is going to be on her knees for a while.”He gets a throw pillow from the couch and brings it back, tossing it to the floor in front of me.“Kneel on that.”
I scoot forward, relieved at the easing of pressure on my kneecaps.Tilting my head back, I can see Will standing over me, looking down.His bulge is growing larger, harder, the longer I look at him.
“Shirt off, love,” he says.
I whip off my shirt.Now I’m kneeling before him in a bra and black jeans.
He nods in approval.“Now take out my dick.”
It takes me a moment to get the buttons free, but I peel back the fabric and pull down his boxer briefs enough to free his cock.He’s pulsing and warm in my hand.So full, so hard.A bead of precome dots the tip.I stare at it, my mouth watering.He coaxed me to swallow him all the way last time, and I want to do it again.
“Gobble this down and I’ll feed you dinner,” he says.“I take care of my baby girl.”
Holy fuck.A blaze of delight grows between my legs.“Yes, Daddy.”
I lean forward, holding the base of his cock in my hand and wrapping my lips around the head.He watches me, those blue eyes electric, locked on mine.
He tastes salty, musky, manly.I lick up and down his shaft as I take as much as I can into my mouth.
