Tryst with a Vampire by Bella Adams Page B

his heads and tilted her face up to meet his lips. Their mouths connected in electric passion and she moaned.
                  Trina dug her nails into his trapezius, wanting, needing to get closer.
                  He spun her around and pushed her forward on the table. She obliged by lifting up her skirt and inviting him in. The danger turned her on. If her husband came back, he would kill them both.
                  “Don't think of him,” he said, seemingly reading her mind.
                  She shuddered as his hands clasped over both of her shoulders, feeling the excitement of the power he had over her. He pressed against her and ravished her neck; licking, sucking, caressing.
                  “On your knees,” he commanded.
                  Trina dropped down and knelt before hm. He dropped his pants and she shuddered at the size of his cock. 
                  Thick and long, with a throbbing vein running along the shaft. She grabbed his penis with both of her hands and still could not cover the entire length. Then she began to jerk him off, her small hands quickly getting into a rhythm.
                  “No,” he said. “Open your mouth.”
                  He took his  hands off his cock and began caressing her cheek with the mushroom tip.
                  Trina could only close her eyes as her felt the warm heat of his cock head being rubbed all over her face.
                  “I said open your mouth.”
                  Trina obeyed and sucked the tip slowly. She did it as gently as she could and he caressed her cheek with his free hand.
                  “Suck it,” he commanded. “ Suck. ”
                  Trina could not fit the whole thing in her mouth. She wanted to use both of her hands to guide it through but he pushed them aside. “Hands free,” he said, forcing her to concentrate on the head. She  sucked hard and her eyes grew wide as it grew another inch in her mouth. It tasted like vanilla and sweat, she could taste the salt from his body.
                  John took his cock out and then laid on his back on the table. Trina took the cue and got on top of him. She spread her legs open as far as she could and felt his hot rod drive up into her pussy. She felt his hands grab her ass and bounce her up and down.
                  She felt as if she were being split open, he grasped her butt cheeks with both hands and pulled her buns apart, spearing her.
                  “Call me Vlad the Impaler,” he growled as he began to thrust his pelvis upwards. 
                  Trina screamed from the excruciating pain of his humongous cock. 
                  “Take it, Trina,” he said. “Take everything I give you.”
                  She nodded. Her body had started to adjust to the girth and length of his dick. The pain lessened while the pleasure increased. Soon her whole body began to convulse.
                  Trina yelped in pleasure, collapsing on top of him and digging her nails into his arms.
     
    **
                  Trina woke up on the table, hours later.
                  “What the hell?” she rubbed her eyes and tried to gather her thoughts. Was that all a dream? Was he real?
                  She saw a light in the kitchen and walked toward it on the balls of her feet. She pushed the siwng door open carefully and saw her new lover on the floor.
                  John held a bloodied, raw steak to his lips and chewed down on it like a rabid dog. She shuddered as she saw his face and clothes covered in blood.
                  She stepped back and the door creaked, causing John to glance up.
                  “Are you some kind of freak?”
                  “Trina, I can