His Captive Mortal (A Vampire Romance)

I moan. My insides melt into molten syrup. My pussy is pulsing, already so swollen from his whipping and the heat of the ginger.

He picks me up by the waist and lifts me toward the ceiling, until his arms lock. Then he tips his head back and lowers me until my pelvis is head height. Until my pussy meets his mouth.

Fork me. He flicks his tongue over my clit and activates every screaming nerve ending that hungers for his touch.

“Oh my godfathers,” I shriek, stunned by both the sensation and the impressive position.

He carries me that way, dipping to fit through the door. We enter my bedroom where he lays me on the bed. I writhe on the comforter as the pressure makes the ginger burrow deeper within my back channel. Charlie crawls up between my legs, holding my thighs open to continue his expert assault on my clit. I try to clamp my legs together and can’t. I might as well try to crush a rock.

Charlie is merciless. He pushes the ginger finger in and out of my burning anus as his tongue flicks my clit. I claw at his shoulders, the sensations overloading my system.

“Charlie,” I scream. “Charlie?”

He lifts his head, still wiggling the ginger.

My pussy gushes, practically soaking the bed. The warmth of the ginger makes me positively wanton for sex. “Please...I want you.”

The corners of his mouth tip up but his eyes look sad. “Want me, how?”

My cheeks grow warm. “Inside me.”

He shoves a finger inside my sopping wet pussy. Oh, fork!

“Like this?” he teases, moving it in and out.

“No,” I whine, writhing and trying to bear down on his hand to get more stimulation. “I want your cock inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I cry. He wants me crude? He’s got it.

He pinches my clit, and I cry out, my whole body jerking.

Picking me up behind the knees, he lifts my pelvis off the bed and drags me down, flipping me over when he reaches the edge, so I’m bent over the side. He shoves the ginger in and out some more, and I stamp my feet, dizzy with need.

“Oh, it burns so bad...Charlie, please.”

I hear the jingle of his belt and turn to see his cock spring free from his boxers. As I suspected from the size of the bulge in his pants, his dick is impressive, jutting straight out, long and proud.

I let out a whinny-like sigh, excited to feel him in me. “I have a condom—in there,” I point to my bedside table.

“Vampires don’t need condoms,” he says. “No STDs, no chance of pregnancy. We get to go bareback.” He grabs my hips and impales me with one deep stroke, his pelvis shoving the ginger deeper inside my bottom.

“Oh yes!” I cry. My pussy clenches on his thick length, and my toes scrunch. I’m one stroke away from orgasm.

“Not yet,” Charlie orders. “You don’t finish until I say you can come. Understand?”

“Charlie, I can’t wait!” I moan, taking a mouthful of bedspread in my teeth and biting down, hard.

“Don’t. Come.”

He sounds so forbidding, I can’t disobey. I can only hold myself open to him, trying not to scream in ecstasy as he plows in and out with long, pounding strokes. I hear his breathing quicken, the sound of his panting winding my coil even tighter.

He makes a choking sound and barks, “Now!”

I contract every muscle from my waist down, my legs going stick-straight, my butt clenching, my vaginal walls gripping his cock so tightly my pussy pulls it even deeper. The seconds tick on and on, my release continues, shudders rolling through my body. When they slow and then stop, I collapse, a gooey mess.

Charlie eases out and removes the ginger plug as well.

I turn to look at him and catch a grimace on his face, as if he’s in physical pain. His cock is still stuck out straight, as if he never came.

He didn’t come.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he mutters, turning away.

I scramble off the bed, My muscles are watery. I stagger a little. My legs are having difficulty obeying the command from my brain. “Wait, Charlie?”

He doesn’t turn around, continuing toward my bathroom.

“Charlie?”

He stops and whirls, looking annoyed. “What?” In the low light his eyes glitter.

I draw back and swallow. “Charlie,” I say, my voice soft and coaxing. “Why didn’t you finish?”

His beautiful face turns to stone. “Go back to your studying,” he snaps, pointing toward the living room.

“Talk to me. Did I do something wrong?”

“Do as I say.” He’s pulling away, and I don't know why.

“No, wait—” I touch his arm.

He disappears. One second here, clothed except for his beautiful cock. The next, gone.

No! I stumble and scream his name, “Charlie!”

A flicker of his image appears. I hold my breath as he slowly returns, staring at me with some deep, unrecognizable emotion.