Page 17 of Guardians for the Vamp
This time has barely begun, yet I already want it to happen again.
“Tell us what you want us to do to you,” Vara repeats.
“I want you both to touch me.”
Vara smirks and nods to Thorne. “Play with those glorious tits.”
Thorne complies. His four-fingered hands push away the top of the dress, exposing my breasts. When Vara slides a finger inside me, Thorne pinches both of my nipples. My back arches off the seat and I moan, loud enough that any supernatural within a mile of us likely heard.
“Our needy queen is so vocal, isn’t she, Thorne?”
He doesn’t respond, instead, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, taking an aching nipple between his teeth and lapping his tongue over the tip.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Already so close, aren’t you, Layla-bug? This tight little cunt is choking my finger so good right now,” Vara says, then adds a second finger.
Athickfinger because her hands are like a lion’s paw.
“Take Thorne’s cock out of his pants like a good girl and let him fuck your mouth.”
Vara’s demands combined with her praise nearly have me coming right then, but I do as I’m told and reach above my head. Thorne guides my hands until my fingertips graze the stretchy band of his pants.
I pull down and his bulbous cock springs free.
No wonder he kept covering his groin all night. He had no resistance to keep his lust intact.
“No underwear? Aren’t you a naughty gargoyle?” Vara croons, voicing my thoughts.
Her mouth descends on my clit, and I buck and scream when she sucks on it like alollipop.
I’m bursting with desire as my small, trembling hands wrap around Thorne’s length. I fist him, pumping up and down, squeezing just enough to garner a whimper from him.
Fuck.I love when men are vocal during sex.
He shudders and moans when I wrap my lips around his tip, and his pleasure rolls through me. Vara also groans while eating me out.
I’m not going to last long.
A light buzzing noise fills the limo, and I glance down my body to find Thorne’s tail has slipped underneath Vara’s dress.
“I want to see,” I say.
Vara doesn’t need me to explain. She lifts her dress enough to show the end of Thorne’s tail pressed up against her clit.
“Let Thorne fuck your mouth, Layla-cakes,” Vara says, her voice strained with pleasure.
I part my lips enough for Thorne to gently slide in, all the way to the back of my throat.
Thank goodness for no gag reflex.
Closing my mouth around Thorne, he starts pumping in and out of me, cautiously.
“She won’t break, Thorne baby. Let her have it.”
And that he does. He pulls out, then thrusts back in roughly with a grunt. His eyes fall to mine, and I give him a small nod to urge him to keep going.
Vara’s mouth returns to my clit, and she resumes fucking me with two of her girthy fingers. She’s moaning from her own stimulation, which causesmeto moan around Thorne’s cock.
