Page 50 of Bite Me

I opened my mouth like a baby bird.

Russel dragged his cum-stained fingers over my parted lips, and my tongue darted out. I caught the taste of the two of us, so different from how I’d tasted to myself the couple of times I’d tried.

He held his hand for me, and I licked around his fingers like a cat.

“Eddie…”

His voice sounded pained.

The next second, he pressed his lips against mine. Sharing the taste of our release, we kissed. He caught my upper lip between his, then licked into my mouth, and our tongues tangled together. He tilted his head to the side, and the kiss got deeper and dirtier.

I slid my hands up his arms and closed them around his neck. Our bare, sticky groins pressed together. With a firm hand on the back of my head, he held me to him and devoured me.

I’d come twice. I should be done. I should be thinking again, regretting, berating myself; any moment now, the spell would be broken…

But we just kept kissing.

He kissed me until the venom must have been long gone from my system, and the cum on my skin began to dry.

He brushed his parted lips over mine with tenderness, then dove into my mouth, only to soften the kiss again. He pressed butterfly kisses to the corners of my mouth and the center of my top lip, traced it with the tip of his tongue, nuzzled my cheek, and sucked on my tongue anew.

We could have been kissing for half an hour.

“Eddie, baby, I can’t stop.” One more kiss followed by one more. A flick of his tongue. “You need to tell me this isn’t over.”

As if I could tell him no. “It’s not over.”

He groaned and buried his face at the base of my throat.

“We’ll set up rules,” he murmured. “Limits. I won’t hurt your career, I swear, but you must let me…”

Another groan.

“Fuck, I sound like a bastard.”

I couldn’t help it; I laughed. “I have to let you feed from me?”

He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “Please, Eddie. Having you in front of my nose every day and not knowing if I’d ever be allowed to taste you again has been torture.”

I could start repeating all the perfectly legitimate reasons why this was a spectacularly dumb idea. But my body and soul were chantingyes.Nothing could ever compare to the feeling of his hands and lips on me, his fangs piercing my skin, and his venom coursing through my blood. It was the most thrilling sensation, the pinnacle of joy, and I was already addicted.

How would it even work? Would I stay after hours every Friday to be his dinner? Would we do it during lunch breaks in his executive bathroom? Would he ever invite me to his home?

I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to know how a bite would feel with his dick in me.

He said he wanted to feed from me. Just that? All those kisses… Was that my payment?

But I couldn’t ask more questions and negotiate the arrangement now because I would agree to everything he wanted.

“Okay,” I murmured weakly. “We should probably clean up now.”

He sighed into my skin and pressed a firm kiss to the vein he’d pierced earlier. “Thank you, Eddie.”

Did I just promise to become my boss’s vending machine?

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