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“For humans, my superpower turns them on before I ever touch them, and it only grows in strength when I feed on them, like all vampires. But for us, we only experience that if we feed from the vein. It’s erotic and makes you fantasize about things. It’s why most vampires associate the act with actually having sex with the person you’re feeding on.”
Vampires, huh?I turn the mask over in my hands, looking for the off button. This must be one of those books on tape things. But since I don’t feel like listening to vampire storytime… Where’s the damn off button?
“Okay look, just take a deep breath, and do as I say. Easy peasy, alright? That’s my girl. Close your eyes and listen to my voice. You don’t even know how bad I want to reach into your panties right now and feel how wet I make your pussy. Show me how wet it is, love.”
The mask hits the floor as my jaw drops, convinced I didn’t hear that right.
“Strip for me, Nora. I want to see you. All of you.”
“Can I watch?”
“Watch what?”
“You. I want to see your face. I want to see how muchyouwantme.”
My Adam’s apple bobs as I try to swallow, but my mouth is too dry to do it. Staring dumbfounded at the mask, I sink into the armchair next to the bed.Is this… Are they…The narrator’s voice comes through the speaker.
Her eyes pop open, honing in on my hand, which slowly pumps as I look at her. Cum beads on the tip, but my fingers quickly stroke it away. Then she licks her lips like she wants a taste and my dick jerks in my hand.
Slowly, she grips the hem of her sweater and drags it over her head, revealing a black lace bra and the crest of her perfect tits that have tempted me all goddamn day. She flips her legs over the side of the bed and stands to remove the leggings, slowly wiggling them off and putting extra oomph into the sway of her hips. Her ass faces me and the moment her leggings slide past it, she looks over her shoulder and studies my face before taking them the rest of the way off.
Dear God, I almost see this woman swaying her hips teasingly. It’s exactly what Tiff does behind the bar when she thinks no one is looking. Or more accurately, when she hopesIam.
The woman has never outright stated it—not until the night she bumped her head—but I’ve always had the sense she was attracted to me, and I’ve always done my best not to acknowledge that. Sure, I lived for those moments when I’d catch a glimpse of her testing to see what I’d do, but I never let her catch on. Not once.
I may have the reputation of the town playboy, but if anyone knew the restraint I’ve shown toward Tiff they’d call me the town saint. I intend to keep acting like one where she’s concerned, I just need to get the damn sound off before…
“That’s my good girl. Do everything I ask of you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Look at my cock.”
“I bet you’d slide right in with the way I drip for you.”
“I think you’re right, love… Imagine me stretching that tight pussy and how full you’d feel as I seat myself to the hilt. Sink those lovely fingers inside you, baby. Let me hear you moan.”
Christ this is hot. My cock is full-on hard, aching with the need to be touched, but no way in hell I’m going to whip it out and risk Tiff walking in on me. I’ve made it this long without giving into my urges, I just have to get through this one night. Maybe two.Where the hell is the off button?
“There you go, sweetheart. I want to hear you gasp like that against my mouth when I’m inside you so I can bite that full bottom lip you tease me with… God, I bet it’d feel so warm as that perfect little sheath clenched around my thickness. I might never get enough.”
“Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Take your fingers away, Nora.”
“No. Please.”
“You don’t come unless we come together, love. You said you don’t like to share, well, neither do I. I’m a greedy prick and I want all your orgasms and all of your moans. And when you finally shatter, I want to hear you scream it.”
Dear God I need to come. I’m too hard to pretend otherwise. Could I make it to the bathroom without her noticing the state I’m in when she comes out? Doubtful. I’m not sure I can even stand up in this condition let alone walk. Fuck, how do I get out of this?
“Slide your fingers down through your pussy, but don’t you dare touch that clit. Not yet. Just gently stroke over those soft lips and imagine it’s the tip of my cock. That’s it, pretty girl. Now, shove your fingers in as deep as they’ll go, and circle that swollen nub with your thumb.”
Holy shit. I can’t take it. My hand drifts south, rubbing myself gently over my pants as I visualize Tiff on the bed, her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy before they tease her plump little clit. A pained groan rumbles up my throat, need and desire outweighing responsibility and common sense.
“Imagine what it would feel like if my tongue swirled around your clit and what it would look like to have me buried between those perfect thighs, pumping my fingers in and out of your tight body. Show me how you’d fuck my face and grind your hips until you come like a good girl.”
The room is filled with the unmistakable sounds of release, breathless cries and strangled grunts flooding out of the speaker. Then suddenly the voices stop. There’s only silence. And the sound of the water shutting off in the shower. In a moment of panic, I fling the mask across the room, cringing when it lands on a pillow.That won’t go unnoticed.I’m about to get caught, and despite knowing that can’t possibly end well, I can’t find it in me to care. In fact, my cock is sort of anxious for it.
