Good Cowgirls Don't Bite

I pushed Ben against the wall, my tongue slipping past his lips to wrestle his for dominance of our joined mouths. I clumsily tried to remove my shoes, but lost my balance and ended up leaning heavily into his lightly muscled chest to hold myself up, my arms grabbing his reasonably broad shoulders as he grabbed my ass and pulled me into complete contact with him. Or, at least as complete as could be with so many damned clothes between us.

Breaking the kiss, we stripped off shirts and jeans and I returned to our lingual jousting as he toppled back onto the bed with me gripped firmly to his chest.

With the ease of an experience lover, Ben unclasped my bra, but I refused to break my attention from the kiss, so it was up to him to pull his boxers down.

Ben grabbed the cheeky panties I wore and gave them a good hard pull downward that probably would have snapped more delicate underwear. Instead, they slipped from his fingers and snapped back, slapping my ass with a zing of pain that momentarily distracted me, but ultimately didn't matter, as I was too busy conquering his mouth.

Once I felt satisfied with our mouth to mouth exchange, I slid my panties down my legs, as I kissed a trail down his chest to his waiting wood, standing as stiff and proud as any tree in the forest, which pleased me immensely.

Naturally, I wanted to show him just how pleased I was as I licked a path across his clean-shaven scrotum, flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth along its folds. His cock twitched in anticipation and I slid my tongue to it, gently gliding halfway up its length before sliding back down to the base and curling my tongue to stroke each side in turn.

When Ben said, "Please," I knew I had him and I finally glided my tongue up his length to stroke his hole, before slipping my lips over his head and engulfing him.

The ravenous part of me decided not to bother with any more subtlety and I dove down him, swallowing his length. Almost instantly, I was rewarded with a jet of warm jizz splashing my throat. Somewhat annoyed, but not surprised, that his ejaculation would mean a lull before I'd get his hardness in my other hole, I took the opportunity to squeeze his shaft as I drew him out, forcing all his fluid up the urethra and out the tip into my waiting mouth. As I knew he'd enjoy, I swallowed the load and licked my lips afterward, giving a sultry, "Thank you."

His needs momentarily addressed, I took the opportunity to slide up is body until my chest was in easy reach of his lips. Naturally, his head leaned up and took my left nipple while he used his hand to fondle my other breast affectionately.

We stayed that way for a while, him switching back and forth between my nipples as he caressed the now generous curves of my chest, thanks to a boob job that The Asshole encouraged me to get, despite my severe trepidation.

When his member had finally returned to attention, I was **** to have it inside me and thrust myself down upon it with abandon.

I rode him hard, ensuring each thrust pressed his hardness against my insides how I wanted it, forcing its way into my eager hole. Ben's hand reached up and caught my breasts with each downward bounce, stroking them for just a second before I rose up again.

It was obvious that Ben was drawing near to his second orgasm of the night and, this time, I was right there with him. I did my best to time it right and, just as his eyes started to lose focus, I gave one vicious thrust down on him, squeezing my vagina around him as tightly as I could, forcing his cock to push deep into my crushing depths, he pinched down on my right nipple, but I had pulled his other arm free so that I could bite into it at the very moment he screamed his climax. My teeth broke the skin and my mouth was gifted with his better fluid as my own climax overtook me.

That was the first time that I mixed blood and sex and it gave me a high that is indescribable. I had simultaneously satisfied both the familiar need for sex with the new and unfamiliar lust for blood. It was, if I had to choose just one word, glorious.

But, it didn't last.

You see, all the stupid romances that talk about how vampire bites don't hurt, they feel good, they have a narcotic effect and they stop bleeding as soon as they're over, it's all so much horse shit. Bites hurt, period. Wounds bleed, period. And, when it's something as big as a human and even more powerful, those bites hurt, a lot, and those wounds bleed, a lot, and they don't just stop bleeding the moment the deed is done.

Which is how, a naked and bleeding Ben ran, rather awkwardly, given his fading erection, from the room, screaming like he had, well, been attacked by a vampire.