Darlings of Paranormal Romance (Anthology) (119 page)

“
I do agree with you. You
may be a virgin, but you’re an experienced one. How far have you
gone?”

“
I’m not a tease,” I
snapped, retreating from his embrace.

“
I didn’t
say that.” Having shoved my blue shirt off my shoulders, Vincent
caressed my upper body. Slowly he traced the lines of my
collarbone, on each side, and finally cupped my breast very gently.
His boldness fascinated me. The brief moments of my anger vanished
quickly. I had no idea vampires could be the embodiment of
tranquility. I marveled at his subtle power, returning his gaze
again.
How could I deny him
anything
? I thought. I prayed to the Moon
Goddess that this was part of the plan.
It
had to be!

“
Tell me,” he commanded.
His change of tone startled me.

My nails sprang forward and sank into
each shoulder blade as I held onto him.

He grimaced slightly, pausing for a
moment, being sure not to move. Caution rose in his
eyes.

“
I’m scared. Please tell me
I can trust you.”

“
My sweet, it is not for me
to take your virginity. If you are who you say you are – and I
think you are – you will know when to give it freely to another.
You can trust me. I only want a taste.” He leaned up to kiss me
lightly on the lips again.

I relaxed my claws and caressed his
muscular shoulders as a way of asking forgiveness for my brief
assault. I felt my cheeks blush when he pulled away from
me.

Vincent yanked off his black t-shirt
and I watched it fall to the ground. I heard him unzipping his
jeans and I knew he had lied. This man planned to have his way with
me. I had to figure a way out of this.

I raised up on my all fours and
extended my three inch claws in his direction. They came forth at
the will of my unconscious demand, typically when I felt like I was
in danger.

Vincent immediately tossed me to the
side and rolled off the bed, standing at attention. “No, no, no,”
he yelled, waving his hands at me to get my attention as if I
didn’t see him. “I’m not going to take you, Emily. I only thought…”
he stopped, running his hands again through his wavy air. His
nervous reaction to me was so adorable.

“
You want me to
recipicate?” I asked.

He smiled again, this time shyly,
almost innocently at me. “Is that too much to ask?” Vincent took
his cock out of his jeans while still leaving them on and began
caressing his enormous member. He stroked the shaft a few times,
and then circled the tip of his head with a purpose. He was already
hard, so I didn’t understand why he was taking the time to increase
his erection, but obviously he did. It was a sight to behold. No
men I knew would be so bold as to touch themselves. It was an
exquisitely delightful gesture.

Suddenly a vision of having him inside
me surfaced. My jaw dropped open and my knees weakened.

He joined me again on the bed. Vincent
took my hands in his and placed one on his cock. My eyes grew wide
and I relished the smoothness of his rod. He was hard as steel, yet
smooth as velvet.

“
You’re
magnificent,” I mumbled.
Did I really want
this to happen? I wanted to pull away again out of fear and I felt
my breathing stop. I was almost paralyzed by it
all.

Before I could move, he pulled me to
him, throwing one of his legs over my head and sat facing me. His
long legs were positioned on each side of me. He grabbed at my
elbows so I was almost sitting in his lap. He threw my shirt open
and tenderly caressed my breasts. “It’s okay. Relax and just enjoy
my touch. I won’t go any further than you desire.”

I bit
down on my lips and felt tears forming in my eyes, not out of fear,
but out of happiness.
I had always wanted
a real man to be my first and I was so thankful now that I had
maintained my virginity in the Golden Kingdom all my twenty-five
years. Vincent would be the man I’d give myself
to.

He lowered his head and kissed the
inside of my neck, letting his tongue travel up and down its side.
His touch was so warm and inviting.

My head collapsed on his shoulder when
he drove a finger, then two into my pussy.

He kept his eyes on me the whole time.
We both felt the ecstasy of his slight penetration. Inwardly I
begged for more. I gritted my teeth and inched closer towards
him.

“
Emily, wait,” he
whispered.

“
Please Vincent, I want
this. I’ve wanted this for so long.” I took his long cock in my
hands, spreading my legs wider in front of him so his fingers could
do with me as they pleased. I stroked him slowly at first, then
faster, feeling our movements mimic each other’s rhythm. “I’m ready
to taste you, Vincent.” I paused, waiting to see if my statement
had registered with him. I could barely hold on to not coming. His
fingers worked magic on my very moist pussy, and I was fine to let
him continue if that was his wish. But stroking his cock in my
hands, hoping to dive in closer pushed my mind to madness. I had to
know what a vampire tasted like. “Vincent,” I pleaded.

Quickly, without saying a word, he
flipped me around so that I was facing his manhood one on one. I
straddled him in a 69 as he moved effortlessly beneath me and
caressed my buttocks. I kissed the top of his cock and then took
him in my mouth, a little at first and then all the way, finding my
mouth at the base of his cock. The tip of his dick tickled the back
of my throat. My knees weakened and I sank closer to him. I wanted
to melt into his face. I wanted my juices to run down his
neck.

He held my thighs in his hands and
devoured me with his tongue.

As I lavished the taste of him, moving
up and down on his shaft, he spread my legs wider, and thrust his
tongue into my pussy. My nails dug into the fabric of his jeans. No
one had ever eaten me out there before. I couldn’t believe it was
happening. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening.

I forced
him further into my mouth, resuming my strokes with renewed
enthusiasm. With each long stroke of my sucking, I devoured him
whole-heartedly. I sucked insanely on his cock. Now and again, he
would push his cock deeper into my mouth, but finally he allowed me
to take charge.
I must be doing a good job
for a virgin
, I thought to myself as I blew
him. I hated the boyfriends I had had who thought a blow job was an
excuse for face fucking. Vincent wasn’t like that
apparently.

“
Ah my sweet, you’ve done
everything but fuck, haven’t you? I can tell. Just the kind of
virgin I like.” He slapped my ass a few times before he resumed his
activity.

I was too preoccupied with loving his
cock to answer or stop my progress. I wanted him to come in my
mouth, that was my new goal for the night, to taste the essence of
a vampire.

When I
felt him pull a shocker on me, all bets were off. I knew I’d come
instantly, but I didn’t want to before he did. I wanted to
taste
him
. I
didn’t want to be done.
How delicious did
a vampire taste,
I wondered.
How marvelous next to a werewolf? Was there a
difference? How exquisite would Vincent’s come feel running down
the back of my throat?

A gasp erupted from me and I struggled
to keep my bent legs steady.

“
Will you come for me,
Emily?” Vincent asked.

I shook my head feverishly, trying not
to release his cock from my mouth for a moment.

“
Lovely,” he replied. “You
have a wonderful ass and pussy, Emily. Truly wonderful. Someday I
will be inside you.”

His words filtered above the air as we
continued to busy ourselves with our exploration of one another on
the massive bed. Carefully he plunged his index and middle fingers
into my dripping pussy while his pinky finger penetrated my
ass.

“
I want you to come in my
mouth,” he said as he kissed my pussy. I felt his hot breath
against the lips of my sex.

Shivers of warm ecstasy rippled
through me. His words were enough to make me come. I struggled to
hold back, hoping the moment would last forever.

“
Not before you,” I
replied, licking the tip of his cock and tracing my tongue down the
length of his shaft before I cupped and kissed his
balls.

“
Such a naughty girl. We’ll
finish together then.”

I didn’t really know what that meant
until he jerked me up in his arms, whirled me around, and plunged
my hips upon his. I screamed, reacting against the ecstasy I felt.
I was certain Vincent had plunged his cock into my pussy, and I
wanted it. I ever so wanted it. But he had not. I couldn’t fight
the feelings electrifying through my body.

He clamped down on my knees as I
straddled him. His cock still pulsating beneath me. “Are you
willing, Emily, to someday be mine?”

Oh god,
no
, I thought. I was so wet that I
willingly accepted his invitation. It was beyond words. How could I
not say yes to this man? “Make us both come, Vincent,” I replied.
“You
will
be my
first. I swear it.”

His blue eyes blazed with passion.
“You will be mine. And this is only the beginning.”

The moonlight blasted us with its
light as if on cue. We were bathed in a warm, glow of magical
delight, one that I could not have fathomed before this night. The
lighted design above us turned a series of brilliant shades of
amber and gold. I gave myself completely to Vincent as he rubbed
the head of his cock against the tip of my clit. For a brief
moment, I thought about pushing myself onto his rod. I searched his
face for a yes as he continued to tease me.

Then he plunged two of his fingers
into my wetness of desire and caressed my clit with his thumb.
Without any shame, I watched as his muscular tanned arms pleasured
me. His biceps glistened in the moonlight and I caught a glimpse of
his pendant sparking as it bounced against his chest. It was in the
shape of a crescent moon.

“
You’re so wet,” he
whispered in my ear. “Your heat is phenomenal.”

“
Yes.” I groaned, grinding
my hips against his, letting my body become his as he drove his
fingers into me.

“
Fuck me like that. Oh yes,
fuck me like that, Vincent.” I dug my fingernails into the sheets,
trying not to arch my back too high off the bed. The sensation of
his touch was mind blowing.

“
Yes, that’s it,” he
growled.

I latched my hands around his cock
again.

The friction of our bodies grinding
against each other aroused me more. So innocent, yet so deadly. I
felt the wetness between my legs intensify. It made me shutter. I
was so close to coming that I couldn’t stand it.

“
Feel it,” Vincent
whispered. “Feel every inch of me exploring you. You’ll be mine
forever.” His breath was hot on my shoulder as he leaned close me.
I bent over and tickled the tip of his cock with my
tongue.

I screamed out, not wanting it to
stop. “I want to come for you,” I shrieked. I rubbed my hands
against his shoulders, forgetting his cock all together, and then
pulled on the chain of his necklace. I searched for the pendant and
took it in my mouth. I bit down on the metal to steady my
excitement, to steady my rising ecstasy I couldn’t deny that was
coming.

He wrapped his large hands around my
waist. The long chain dangled over his shoulder.

“
Spit it out,” he
demanded.

I frowned at him, refusing to do so,
nibbling on the pendant in my mouth.

“
Emily, I’ll stop. Spit it
out now.”

Swiftly he withdrew his hands from my
wet pussy, demanding I obey his owner.

I threw my head back, dropping the
pendant, arching my back, and pulling myself off of him. “You don’t
want me then?”

His hand disappeared below my opened
shirt and I felt him push the tip of his cock against the folding
slit of my pussy. My juices melted around the sensation of feeling
him so close to entering me again.

“
I want you more than you
know, but now is not the time, nor the place,” he
stated.

“
Then you don’t want me
to…” I didn’t have a chance to finish my sentence.

Vincent’s desire over-rode any
objections I had hoped to deliver to him. Three of his fingers
penetrated me and I fell into the sheets, arching my back to new
heights. He clung close to my side. When he drove his tongue into
my ear, I knew I’d release my unbridled passion upon
him.

“
Come for me or drive me
insane. It’s your choice, my sweet.”

Hearing Vincent utter those words, I
felt my body spasm into an ongoing set of orgasms. I reached for
his arm. He steadied me. I couldn’t count how many times or when I
finally stopped. I just knew I came for him…and very well for a
soon-to-be-ex-virgin.

“
You enjoyed that,
yes?”

“
Oh my god, yes, Vincent.
Yes!”