“You have two seconds, baby girl.” The words are a threat. Though I’m not sure what I’ll do if she doesn’t obey. I’m too desperate for the taste of her.
“I’m too big. I’m going to suffocate you.” She fights against my grip, trying to move away from where I’ve positioned her.
“Baby girl, you are a queen, a goddess, and I need you to sit on my fucking face right this second so I can worship you.”
“But – Ouch!” I sink my fangs into her thigh. I’m not feeding. It’s a warning. I am done playing around. “Rude.”
I chuckle but use her moment of unbalance and distraction to yank down on her hips until I can’t see or feel anything but her. I’m drowning in her smell, her taste. And if I were human and could suffocate, oh, what a way to die.
But my baby girl forgot again. I’m not human. I don’t need to breathe. And I’m not letting her go until I wring every last orgasm out of her.
