Page 36 of Stolen Hours

“Bad girl,” he hisses through clamped teeth.

“Maybe not bigger. How about faster? Hmm? Can you hold off coming while I’m fucking you like you fuck me? So hard and fast?” I purr, delivering on my words, arm moving so quickly that it starts to ache.

I can feel him tightening up, buttocks squeezing together, fingers digging into the bedding.

“I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, Pen,” he wheezes, reaching for me.

“You already are. That’s why I love you,” I remind him, slipping my mouth over his cock once more. I keep my eyes open and on his, nodding when he looks wild-eyed and desperate.

“Thank you, hunter!” he groans, and floods my mouth while I’m still moving, making a sloppy mess on my chest and neck, decorating his thighs and the shaft of his cock with his cum.

I ease the toy out of him as he comes down, making sure I’m nice and soft with every action, now suddenly worried that maybe I hurt him inside (even if he’s not living), or that I wasn’t good at this kind of game, wondering if I kept him on edge for too long, or went too hard. “Are you okay, baby?” I ask, wiping my hands and mouthon tissues I snatch from the box by the bed. I immediately start cleaning him up, too, holding my breath.

“I’m so good.” Brax rolls to his side and hugs himself, a gleeful little gesture that tugs at my heart—and my very needy pussy, which is apparently going to set a world record for being greedy this weekend.

“I hope I did that right. I loved it, but only if you loved it,” I admit.

Brax’s nostrils twitch. “I can smell how much you loved it—and you’re wearing how much I loved it. I would play that game every night, Penny—if there weren’t so many other games to play.”

“Wh-what games?” I whisper.

Brax suddenly tugs me down beside him, kissing me until my lips feel swollen.

“Games like making my pretty girl into a monster’s pet,” he chuckles, stroking a hand through my swollen folds, fingers sinking in deep and exploring. “Such a juicy girl. So good for a hungry vamp. But monsters don’t like to see any part of a good girl going to waste. We definitely like taking something virgin and spoiling it. It’s what we do best.”

“I’m so not a virgin,” I moan. “You should know.”

“Oh, butthispart is.” Brax squirts lube between my pussy and cheeks, rubbing it in while smirking at my gasp. He knows I didn’t even see him grab it.

Damn vampire agility and speed.

“This part is mine to deflower. To pluck all the little petals from and open up wide.”

When he says these things, even these old-fashioned metaphors, he sounds sinister.

And seductive.

I’m being kissed senseless while one firm finger pushes in deep, making me gasp, but not in pain. I’m too horny and too relaxed, and too close to coming again after fucking Brax to feel anything but good.

Good and very, very full.

“It shouldn’t hurt, but you should feel full. So full that you’re a little nervous, maybe, and you wonder just what that monster wants to do while you’re so stuffed, taking his cock and toys like a good little pet. Are you the vampire’s pet, sweetie?”

I don’t answer. Don’t nod.

Brax cocks an eyebrow and looks at me curiously. “Are we playing a new game?” he asks, and another finger enters me. “Because I don’t think this one’ll work, precious. You have to talk when you’re a living thing, full of soft bits and blood.”

“I’m not a vampire’s pet,” I snap, squirming, so full that he’s right, I’m instantly nervous about the stretch, about the way my muscles fight his fingers, and about how my pussy spasms hungrily.

“Aren’t you? I think you have my collar on your neck, Penny.” Brax licks my bite mark while he slowly explores me.

“I’m onlyyourpet. Not just any vampires,” I inform him with a soft moan.

“Good, sweet girl. Can I put this in your pussy and let you use it on yourself?” Brax shows me the second toy, the one with tapered balls that lead to a wide base, perfect for gripping.

“But I thought—”

“Oh, you will. That’s just perfect for you, baby, and it’s going to feel so good going in and out—after I open you up. It’ll keep your pussy nice and happy, too, and give me quite the show while I’m sinking into your sweet little ‘secret’ entrance. Only for me, hm?”