The Alpha Vampire

Cassidy has grown furious with me.

I watch her while I am busy dressing; she has that aura about her when she is raging mad. She glows hot, not with fury, but she has, unlike I have ever experienced with a woman before, but she grows very aroused when she finds herself angered.

Now the woman’s blood is boiling and what else is boiling is that ache between her legs that I only but satisfied a few moments ago. But I have business to attend to, and she is now only but becoming a distraction to me.

I do wish that I could listen to myself at the present time, calling my wife a distraction. Yet, as she rises from bed and makes her way to the far side closet to do what I assume is to dress, which I believe is rather fruitless for when I return, I will remove whatever she finds herself wearing.

But now, not only has she grown rather aroused, but she has not got my very own blood boiling again.

So it is with a rather tortured grind of the teeth that I saunter my way over to where she is standing, “Cassidy.” I softly whisper as I tangle the straps of her dress between my finger; with one deep inhale of her scent, I moan deep from my chest, “You have no idea how this thing is making my blood boil.”

“What thing, Master?”

Now that there, right there where she is calling me Master, that tells me that she is doing this on purpose. Yet, I am going to let her do it at as much purpose as she likes for next I am running my hand down her waist, and as I nip at her ear, I whisper slowly, “This thing that you are calling a dress.”

“Now,” she looks at me from underneath her fluttering eyelashes, and with each inch, I move my hand under the seams of her dress; I can sense her arousal even stronger than the second before. Then she pushes her hot skin into my hand as I find her very bare bottom, “I can always wear something shorter than this.”

“Fuck, Cassidy! My god, you cannot do this to a man. I need to find myself below.”

“Oh,” she exclaims in a low, seductive voice, “Oh yes, you do need to find yourself below.”

I slip the straps of her dress over her shoulders, and it drops to her feet.

Without any urging, she removes every part of cloth that is covering the parts of my body that she so desires.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I reach my hand to her chin and look into her eyes. Her tender eyes are like bottomless pools, pleading and hesitant. Her eyes tell me all I need to know, she wants me, and she will have me in any way that she can.

“Oh,” I growl in pure pleasured agony as I push her back into the wall behind her. “You are going to pay for this.”

My lips collide with hers. I feel the heat of her body glow through them; they are hotter than the sun itself. As our lips part, my breathing becomes heavy. I can hear my heartbeat all the way up in my ears. Her mouth opens to play with my lower lip. My hands land on her tiny waist, and I pull her tightly against me. I kiss her with so much power and passion, exploring her mouth carefully with my tongue.

My erection is wet and hard and throbbing, pressing in the inside of her thigh. All I need is to do is move an inch over, and she will be mine.

“God, Cassidy, I want to fuck you so hard, but not until you beg for it.”

My hands slide up her waist to her breasts. She moans in my mouth as I squeeze them firmly. Her small nipples grow hard and erect as I pinch them between my thumb and my index finger. I pull her hair off her shoulder and kiss the length of her neck. I move down to her breasts, and I catch one of her nipples between my teeth and pull it gently.

“Master!”

I ignore her but softly kiss her succulent nipples instead. Her entire body quivers as my tongue teases her little brown pearls. Slowly I move down her stomach, gently kissing every inch of her glowing skin. As I approach her sweet pussy, the muscles in her stomach tighten. She spreads her legs wider apart like she is inviting me in.

Then I drop to my knees, with her naked pussy right within but the wink of a kiss. And that is what I take next as I spread her legs even wider for the grant of my access. The moment I lay my tongue against her thigh, there is a moan that shudders through from deep within my chest, “God, Cassidy. You taste even better than you had before.”

She slides her hands through my hair and knots her fingers in it; she slowly pulls me closer to her, so close that I can smell her. The sweetness of lily and a touch of powder fills every corner of my senses. She is a breath of fresh air on a bed of wet flowers that is burning hot in the sun. Just thinking of letting myself get lost in her sends a pure ache of craving to my very much throbbing erection.

I look up into the raging oceans. Every time she thinks of my tongue, this shall be the place that she shall be reminded where it has been.

“Master.”

“Ssshhh, Cassidy. Close your eyes and enjoy it.”

I gently part her legs even further; there is a slight tremble of anticipation in them. My fingers slide down the inside of her thighs, then I dig them into her ass and pull her even closer and closer by an inch. My hot breath sends shivers over her body, and I hear her softly whimpering my name. Give me just another half an hour; then she shall be screaming it over and over again.

I take but a moment to admire her. Her pussy has small and thin lips; she is compact and ever so tight. There is nothing but a tiny strip that leads you to her most desirable part. Her lips are a lovely rose pink, and god, how surprisingly wet she is. Her sweet softness and the deep intensity of her wetness send an undeniable ache to my throbbing erection that is dripping on the inside of my thigh.

I trail my fingers down with my tips, only grazing her clit; then, I gently sink in between her lips. I circle them in slow motion through the wet path that leads me to her entrance. Without even hesitating, I push my finger through ever so deep into her. I wait for a second, then slip in another. She gasps as I knot them and start to pump in and out of her. The sounds of the thrusting in and out of her pussy are like music to my ears.

I stop for a second and wait until she meets my eyes. There are mixed emotions of lust and confusion on her face. I swear if she could shoot daggers, I would be dead.

“Are you okay, Cassidy?”

“Oh, god, Master! Why did you stop?”

Unable to resist any longer, I press my lips against her pussy. My tongue rolls out and slides through the soft wet valley up to her clit. As I press my tongue deep into the center, her body starts to quiver. I start to flick my tongue ever so skillfully against her hard pearl. I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her, matching my tongue to the same rhythm. She gasps at the ever-deepening probing of my tongue into her slippery softness.

With my hands firm on her thighs, I try to keep her hips from moving; her body is beyond her control. As I continue to play my tongue around her clit, my fingers only increase the speed that I am pumping into her. I can feel the heat start to build up in her body, and I know she is close.

“Cassidy, I am going to make you cum.”

She only nods, for she is unable to even form a single word. I smile at her with a near, satisfied grin. I got her close to shattering, now only one little push, and she falls over the edge.

I slip my fingers out and replace them with my tongue. I drive my thumb into the center of her soft spot and start circling her hard. My tongue drives deep in and out of her. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, she is building up to a climax. The warmth in her body is near burning; her legs are shaking beyond a quiver.

“Let it go, Cassidy.”

“Oh god, Master.”

I feel her pussy clench tight, and her warmth erupts over my tongue. With one last lick, I raise to my feet.

As I come down from my second raging high, there is a rather loud thud at the door, “Hey, old man,” I hear the voice of Dean coming from the other side. “Stop fooling around; we have an Angel to find.”