Page 9 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Three

“Here, let me,” he says, but he flicks the pen across the table and says, “Apologies. Sometimes my vampire speed gets the better of me. Can you grab that, Jessie?”

“Of course,” I say through gritted teeth.

Ed’s attention is solely on the paperwork as he shuffles and reshuffles like he lost something.

I lean forward but have to stand a little to reach the pen and Bran’s cock slides out of me, inch by inch.

Sweat beads on my temple.

This is so fucking dirty.

I snatch the pen and Bran pulls me back down, seating himself fully inside of me. My clit buzzes, not from the friction or the pressure, but the illicit thrill of fucking Bran out in the open, in public, in front of someone.

The head of his cock throbs at my center as he brings his mouth to the shell of my ear and whispers, “Good girl.”

I choke on a breath, flushing all over. Bran rocks his hips again, punishing me. I’ve never felt so full of him. I’ve never felt every little twitch and swell of his cock as acutely as I do now.

Ed frowns at the papers. “Looks like I forgot something.”

“Maybe you should go get it,” I suggest a little too quickly.

Bran chuckles. I reach down between us and grab his balls and he groans. I’m soaking wet and my juices are slick across him.

I’m losing all sense of decency. I’m about to fuck him with Ed in the room or not in the room. It doesn’t really matter.

“It’ll just take a second,” Ed says.

“Take your time,” I say.

Ed shoves the chair back and the legs groan on the hardwood floor. “Be right back.”

“Close the door behind you,” Bran tells him.

“Right. Of course.”

The door clicks shut.

Bran is suddenly moving.

He lifts me off him and lays me back on the table and bunches my skirt around my waist, baring me to him. He teases my clit with the flick of his tongue. I cry out and he clamps his hand over my mouth, snuffing out the sound of my pleasure.

“Be quiet, little mouse,” he warns and laps me up.

I moan around his hand, wrapping my fingers around his wrist, holding on for dear life. He’s quick with my clit, bringing me so close I’m squirming on the table.

“Not yet, Mouse. I want to feel you on my dick while you come.”

I pull his hand away. “Then you better fuck me now.”

He lifts me up again and sits me on his lap facing him. I’m needy for his cock, quick to line myself up, my knees on the seat of the chair.

“Fuck. This is…fuck.”

He pushes inside of me and his eyes brighten, his mouth coated in my pleasure.

“Bounce on my cock,” he orders me, so I do, finding a quick rhythm as his hands slip up my thighs, shoving the skirt of my dress aside.

He watches our joining and a new thrill pounds through me.