“Patience,” he said again, but I squirmed, every one of my healing bite marks screaming, screaming, screaming.
“Please, Hans, BITE ME!”
He tutted at me.
“I’m nicely full of a sweet, bloody drink already. It will be so beautiful to watch you begging to be my next.”
“I’ll do it now, if you want me to,” I whimpered. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please, Hans. Please bite me.”
He let me wriggle and squirm against him, watching me with dark eyes. Finally, he gave me the chance.
“Get down on the floor,” he said. “Prayers are said from the kneeling position. Only it isn’t the hand of God who’ll be blessing you tonight. It won’t be the Lord Saviour you’re praying to. It’ll be me.”
His words were so fucking horny they drove me insane. I fell to my knees as soon as he let my wrists free, staring up to him like he was my saviour.
I guess he was.
Hot tingles flushed through me when he freed his huge cock, but I felt intimidated as he worked it in his hand.
It won’t fit in my mouth.
“It will,” he told me. “But you’ll need to open nice and wide for me.”
He tipped my chin up.
“Show me how wide you can open your pretty mouth, Katherine.”
I did it, feeling like a dirty whore on my knees as I stared up at him, but he didn’t look at me like I was one. He smiled with pride.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, and eased the head of his cock between my lips. “Taste it.”
I ran my tongue over him, lapping at the salty taste.
“That’s nice,” he said and eased through my open lips.
The girth of him filled my mouth right up, but he was barely inside.
“You’ll have to give me your throat,” he told me, and I murmured my agreement as best as I could.
I let him angle me, and he worked his hips nice and slowly, pushing deeper. My mouth was still bloody, and his cock was hard as steel, and I could feel the outline of his veins against my tongue.
“Do you like taking cock in your mouth?” he asked and I gave a slight nod.
“Show me, then.”
My eyes were watering as he picked up pace, my throat beginning to retch in protest, but he didn’t stop. I sucked as best I could, and used my tongue with every thrust, dedicated to being everything he dreamt I’d be.
“You are everything I imagined, don’t worry,” he said. “You’re the horny little one I waited for.”
It spurred me on. I licked and sucked through the retches, forcing my throat to take him. He took my hair in his hands to help me, and it was another form of submission. Another sense of giving up my everything. It felt liberating.
I gave him my throat at any cost, and he used me how he wanted to. Every grunt of his felt like a victory. Every thrust felt like I was giving him my all.
“I could come in your beautiful mouth,” he told me, and I whimpered because I wanted it so much.
I wanted to taste a vampire’s cum.
“Not yet.” He smiled. “I’ve got other plans for you first. Your sweet little pussy needs to learn to take me, time after time.”