into her pussy at the
same time as he pushed a finger inside her muscled orifice. Her back hole
gripped him, drawing him deeper.
He started a steady rhythm of in and out while he
sought Rose’s clit with his mouth and tongue. She screamed when he found it,
her body shuddering. Richard increased his speed matching stroke for stroke.
Rose writhed in front of him, whimpering with need, her juices running from her
body. He closed his eyes and pictured Lily.
What would her delicate pussy taste like? Would she be
musky and warm or sweet and tender? He imagined the soft petals of her woman’s
lips as they flushed with blood from arousal. Richard groaned and felt his
fangs elongate. His cock damn near burst a button on his trousers as it grew
impossibly harder.
He imagined the feel of his tongue sliding into her
tight channel, preparing it for the invasion to come. He’d make sure her juices
oozed from her pussy before deflowering her. She’d be rocked by so many orgasms
she’d beg him to fuck her. Richard growled in frustration, vibrating Rose’s
clit, as he envisioned slipping inside of Lily’s feminine vise.
Rose sobbed, then leaned back, driving him deeper into
her body.
Soon the room filled with Rose’s panting moans and the
sound of him tonguing her. Richard’s cock was close to bursting, if he didn’t
get to bury it inside of Lily soon, he’d go insane. He continued his movements,
imagining it was Lily’s body he plundered, pleasured. Would she let him do
something like this to her? Or would she refuse? Richard looked forward to
finding out.
Rose came on a keening cry, her body quaking and
shuddering, but Richard kept lapping. He nipped her clit and sent her into a
second orgasm. She collapsed on the bed face down.
Richard scooted closer, feeling the familiar aching
sensation that came from his fangs when he’d gone without feeding. He spread
Rose’s thighs wider, licked her twice, then sank his teeth in deep. Once again
her blood washed down his parched throat, but the life-giving elixir wasn’t
quite as satisfying as it had been before. Richard continued to drink his fill,
trying to figure out exactly what had changed. Rose seemed no different to him,
yet he couldn’t get past the feeling of dissatisfaction.
He frowned. Had his feelings for Rose changed? No. She
was still his friend, yet discontent lingered. His chest clenched. What if Lily
denied him? Could he continue seeing Rose, if he felt no interest in continuing
with their agreement of pleasure for blood? Richard didn’t think so.
Then it hit him, stopping his heart. The reason Rose no
longer quenched his need was because he’d tasted Lily.
Lily’s sweet blood now flowed through his senses,
drawing him away from all others, luring him back to the sanctuary of her body.
Richard closed the pinpricks on Rose’s leg and then quickly paid her. Stirrings
of guilt flitted through his mind. He was no longer being fair to his old
friend. He wished more than anything Rose would leave this place and find
someone special of her own, a man who could not only pleasure her, but love
her. He’d buy her a house and anything else she wanted as long as she released
him from the agreement.
Richard didn’t wait around for Rose to recover. He knew
without fail she would. Instead he left Josephine’s in haste, only one thing on
his mind—getting to Lily. He had to have her, taste her innocence. Could wait
no longer. Without her knowledge, Lily had inadvertently started a fire in his
blood that only she could extinguish.
Chapter Six
Richard drove past Lily’s home, his nerves riding near
the surface of his skin. He’d promised himself he would not interfere with her
decision-making when it came to accepting his proposal or him, but he hadn’t
said anything about using a little gentle persuasion. Richard knew he split
hairs but he didn’t care. He needed to be near her, feel her skin, touch her
lips, and taste her essence.
He stopped
same time as he pushed a finger inside her muscled orifice. Her back hole
gripped him, drawing him deeper.
He started a steady rhythm of in and out while he
sought Rose’s clit with his mouth and tongue. She screamed when he found it,
her body shuddering. Richard increased his speed matching stroke for stroke.
Rose writhed in front of him, whimpering with need, her juices running from her
body. He closed his eyes and pictured Lily.
What would her delicate pussy taste like? Would she be
musky and warm or sweet and tender? He imagined the soft petals of her woman’s
lips as they flushed with blood from arousal. Richard groaned and felt his
fangs elongate. His cock damn near burst a button on his trousers as it grew
impossibly harder.
He imagined the feel of his tongue sliding into her
tight channel, preparing it for the invasion to come. He’d make sure her juices
oozed from her pussy before deflowering her. She’d be rocked by so many orgasms
she’d beg him to fuck her. Richard growled in frustration, vibrating Rose’s
clit, as he envisioned slipping inside of Lily’s feminine vise.
Rose sobbed, then leaned back, driving him deeper into
her body.
Soon the room filled with Rose’s panting moans and the
sound of him tonguing her. Richard’s cock was close to bursting, if he didn’t
get to bury it inside of Lily soon, he’d go insane. He continued his movements,
imagining it was Lily’s body he plundered, pleasured. Would she let him do
something like this to her? Or would she refuse? Richard looked forward to
finding out.
Rose came on a keening cry, her body quaking and
shuddering, but Richard kept lapping. He nipped her clit and sent her into a
second orgasm. She collapsed on the bed face down.
Richard scooted closer, feeling the familiar aching
sensation that came from his fangs when he’d gone without feeding. He spread
Rose’s thighs wider, licked her twice, then sank his teeth in deep. Once again
her blood washed down his parched throat, but the life-giving elixir wasn’t
quite as satisfying as it had been before. Richard continued to drink his fill,
trying to figure out exactly what had changed. Rose seemed no different to him,
yet he couldn’t get past the feeling of dissatisfaction.
He frowned. Had his feelings for Rose changed? No. She
was still his friend, yet discontent lingered. His chest clenched. What if Lily
denied him? Could he continue seeing Rose, if he felt no interest in continuing
with their agreement of pleasure for blood? Richard didn’t think so.
Then it hit him, stopping his heart. The reason Rose no
longer quenched his need was because he’d tasted Lily.
Lily’s sweet blood now flowed through his senses,
drawing him away from all others, luring him back to the sanctuary of her body.
Richard closed the pinpricks on Rose’s leg and then quickly paid her. Stirrings
of guilt flitted through his mind. He was no longer being fair to his old
friend. He wished more than anything Rose would leave this place and find
someone special of her own, a man who could not only pleasure her, but love
her. He’d buy her a house and anything else she wanted as long as she released
him from the agreement.
Richard didn’t wait around for Rose to recover. He knew
without fail she would. Instead he left Josephine’s in haste, only one thing on
his mind—getting to Lily. He had to have her, taste her innocence. Could wait
no longer. Without her knowledge, Lily had inadvertently started a fire in his
blood that only she could extinguish.
Chapter Six
Richard drove past Lily’s home, his nerves riding near
the surface of his skin. He’d promised himself he would not interfere with her
decision-making when it came to accepting his proposal or him, but he hadn’t
said anything about using a little gentle persuasion. Richard knew he split
hairs but he didn’t care. He needed to be near her, feel her skin, touch her
lips, and taste her essence.
He stopped
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