Chapter 7 Tabitha #2
He pulled me off the wall and kept walking, carrying me like I didn’t weigh more than a bag of flour.
He didn’t stop until he dropped me on his bed.
I lifted myself up on my elbows and loved the way his eyes dropped to my breasts.
The dress was supportive enough to not have to wear a bra underneath.
Because of it, the girls were a little bouncier than I was used to.
By the looks of it, my vampire daddy liked it.
His nimble fingers moved to work the buttons of his white dress shirt.
“Show me,” he ordered out of the blue. “Show me how wet you are,” he demanded, his voice a touch rougher, almost desperate.
There was something powerful, empowering about a man looking at you like he needed you more than he needed to breathe.
I pulled my panties down beneath the skirt of my costume.
The moment they were off, he took them from me, and I watched as he brought them up to his face and inhaled.
Deep. His groan vibrated against the walls of his bedroom.
My face burned, but that didn’t stop me from taking in the show he was giving me.
With unrushed care, he worked the buttons of his shirt.
One by one down his chest. The moonlight streaming in through the window gave me a peek of his defined chest. My mouth went dry.
Then he started to work on his sleeves. Those sinewy forearms were incredible.
Slowly, I slid the material of my dress up my thighs. He took the dress shirt off, discarding it down on the ground, but he’d managed to keep the vampire cape on. Oh my! I squirmed, and it reminded me of just how empty I felt. How much I wanted him to fill me. Deep and hard and rough.
“Like this, Daddy?” I asked, spreading my thighs to give him a better view. Those green eyes of his darkened, and it felt like they glowed beneath his tanned skin. His knees hit the mattress, making us dip deeper. He looked like a man possessed.
“Just like that, my pretty, little witch,” he praised.
My fingers skimmed my lips, and I gasped.
I was so wet, so horny, I couldn’t keep quiet.
“That’s my good girl. Let me hear you.” He winked, and I let go.
Relaxing further under his gaze, I teased myself, rubbing my clit without penetrating myself.
“Scoot back,” he demanded. I shuffled back until my head touched the pillows.
“Jesus, look at you. You look like you fucking belong here.” I felt like I belonged here.
Emotion clogged my throat at the realization.
I felt like I belonged here. With him. A man whose name I didn’t even know yet.
Everything about this man drew me in on so many levels.
“Pull up that skirt and spread your pussy for me,” he ordered as he sat back on his haunches.
I flattened my feet on the mattress, opened my legs, and spread my pussy lips like he’d asked.
“Such a good girl for me,” he muttered, almost like he was transfixed and couldn’t take his eyes from my dewy pussy.
“Look at how drippy wet you are for me.” He bent forward, and I lost sight of him.
I couldn’t watch him. Not when every sensation he brought to life made it feel like I was about to come out of my body.
My eyes clamped shut at the feeling of his thick, talented, firm tongue swiping at my entrance, up to my clit, and swirling around it. Over and over.
“Oh, good god!” It felt like heaven. Nothing, not one of the men from my past or any of the toys I had on my nightstand table, including a rose that was supposed to mimic the way my sexy vampire was eating me, had ever felt like that.
Not even close! His hand moved up and up until it reached my breast. My back arched off the mattress as I panted a little louder.
“Please. Yes,” I hissed. When his thumb and forefinger pulled and tweaked my nipple, a shock of pleasure coursed through me. “More.” My voice cracked. “Please. Not enough.”
“You want daddy to play with those pretty tits, you gotta pull them out for me,” he instructed.
Without reservation, I pulled them from the top, and our eyes connected just in time for me to watch his eyes turn molten.
“Fuck.” He licked me once, twice, three more times before moving his body up mine.
His talented mouth latched onto my nipple, and the animalistic sound he made had me closing my eyes. I felt it vibrate though me.
“Yes!” I cried out and felt his hand move between my legs. His fingers started to slide into my pussy. One at first, but before I knew it, there were two. He worked me up inside and out while suckling at my breast and then moving to give his attention to the other. “Yes, just like that!”
“Don’t come. Not yet. Not until daddy’s balls deep inside of you.”
“Yes.” I nodded against the pillow, prying my eyes open. Our gazes locked. “Please, I need you,” I begged. His lips moved to my collarbone. “Please, Daddy.”
“Shit,” he cursed. “Remember you asked for this,” he warned. I licked my lips. I gasped when I lost his fingers. My tall, dark, and mysterious stranger moved his large, muscled body between mine. My legs hitched over his hips.
“Taste,” he directed. My lips parted, and I sucked on his digits. I’d never tasted myself, and it wasn’t bad. “You taste like peaches and honey, baby girl. So fucking ripe and sweet.” He pulled his fingers from my lips, and our mouths connected for a beat.
The kiss was sweet and languid when I felt him lined against my entrance, rubbing the crown against me.
Back and forth. Bumping the ruddy tip against my swollen clit and making me ache for more.
Without warning, he thrust forward, filling me completely.
His balls pressed against my ass, and my head dug deeper into the pillow.
“Oh!” I squeaked. His big hand moved and held my face to his. Wordlessly, the room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, over and over, between the wet squelching of my pussy. It was so good. Too good. I was going to come embarrassingly fast, overworked from his fingers and mouth.
“Daddy,” I tried to warn, but he growled. His hips started to move faster and harder. Pushing me closer and closer to the edge of bliss.
“I can feel you,” he growled darkly. “That little pussy’s going to milk my cock, isn’t it, baby girl?” I squeezed, and he grunted.
“Daddy!” I cried out.
My body went taut as pleasure washed through me in wave after wave in a riptide of orgasmic delight.
My limbs wrapped around his body, and he didn’t stop.
His beautiful, handsome face dropped to the crook of my neck.
His teeth clamped down just as liquid heat shot inside of me.
Hot and thick and so much it dripped out between us.
“Fucking hell, beautiful,” he sighed, rolling off me. I stilled.
For a moment, I braced. Was this the moment he’d push me out of his bed and hurry me home?
But he didn’t.
No, my sexy vampire simply reached for me, tucking me in next to him before kissing the top of my head.
“Fuck, we’re going to do that again,” he warned. I felt my lips twitch upward as I pressed my face against his muscled chest.
I stroked his chest for a moment before exhaustion and bliss took me under and I fell asleep wrapped in his arms, feeling safer than I ever had.