His Ruthless Craving: My Vampire Bully
I looked down at him—his glowing red eyes, the faint smear of my blood on his lips, the way his cock stood thick and hard, glistening with wetness from how deep he’d been in me seconds ago.
My hands trembled a bit as I moved over him, straddling his waist.
“Go on,” he muttered, voice rough and taunting. “You said okay. Now ride me like you mean it.”
I swallowed. My hands rested on his chest. I tried not to let him see how hard I was shaking.
“You scared?” he smirked, one hand gripping my thigh. “You weren’t when you let me bit you…”
“I’m not scared,” I said, even though my voice cracked a little.