NSFW Audio Story: Part 2

Note to my readers:

This is a little something hot and sweet set after the events of Scarlet Heat. If you haven’t read it yet, you might want to check it out here. As a special treat, I got William Martin, a very talented voice artist I love to read this piece, which is from Victor’s point of view. You can listen to it as you read or you can just sit back, relax, and let him read it to you. In fact, I recommend just listening–Mr. Marin gets Victor’s deep, growly voice just right!

***Warning***

            If you listen, be sure to do so with headphones on! It is most definitely NSFW! Also, you don’t want your kids hearing it, although if you listen with your hubby, you’re in for a hot time. ; )

               I think you’ll find that hearing Victor’s voice pouring into your ears brings a whole new dimension to this little piece. And if you want to hear more of my favorite voice artist’s work, stay tuned because I’ll definitely have more from Mr. Martin in the future.  

Hugs and Happy Listening to you all!

Evangeline

Victor and Taylor

Dessert

Part 1

The audio and story for Part 1 was posted last Friday, June 5, 2015. If you have not listened or read it yet, please click here to do so before going on to Part 2.

Victor and Taylor

Dessert

Part 2

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                    “I know what you need, baby. And I’m going to give it to you. Fuck, baby, I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard.”

            Gently, I unlock her legs from around my neck and stand. I want her to come but not on my tongue…I want to feel that hot, velvety pussy clenching tight around my cock when she finally lets go.

“Please…” She reaches for my jeans and snaps them open, unzipping to let my cock spring free. After the tight pressure of the denim, her soft, cool little hand is a welcome relief. I draw in a quick, hissing breath as she begins to stroke me, up and down, up and down. The broad head of my shaft is already slippery with precum and I need to be inside her now.

But looking up at Taylor, I can see there’s something she needs too and it’s not just my cock inside her. The tiny, delicate points of her little white fangs are visible under her lush upper lip. I can almost feel her thirst in the air between us, arid and hot. She’s able to eat solid food now but she still needs blood and I’m the only one she can take it from. Which I fucking love–I wouldn’t have it any other way. But Taylor is still a little hesitant sometimes to ask for it.

“Taylor…baby…” I cup her cheek, looking into her beautiful face. God, she’s so fucking gorgeous–I’m a lucky man.

“Victor, I need you.” She still panting, her heat rising, her scent like a magnet drawing me in. Yet somehow, I resist.

“This isn’t all you need.” I nod down at my throbbing shaft which she’s still stroking with one small, soft hand.

“What do you mean?” She looks at me hesitantly.

“Say it baby.” I tilt her chin and inspect her fangs. So sharp and white and delicate. God, I can’t wait to have them buried in my neck while I bury my shaft to the hilt in her warm, willing cunt. But she has to say it first–has to ask for what she needs.

“Say what?”

“Tell me what you need from me. Come on…” I stroke her flushed cheek. “I like to hear you ask for it. You know that.”

“I know.” She drops her eyes as if she can’t look at me while she asks. “I just feel…I hate to always be asking you for blood.”

“Ask me, baby,” I growl softly. “I fucking love it when you drink from me–you know that.” It’s true, nothing makes me harder than knowing I’m giving her what she needs–nourishing her in the way that only I can.

“Victor…” She raises her eyes to mine. “I’m thirsty.”

“Then drink.” I bare my throat for her, offering myself. It’s a gesture of submission–a gesture no Alpha were should ever give to anyone, let alone a vamp. But I give it to her willingly, as I have since our first night together. She owns me, body and soul and I’m not afraid to admit it. Not afraid to give her what she needs–what we both need so damn desperately.

“Victor,” she whispers and then she strikes, the sharp little points sinking into the side of my throat.

Fuuuuck… I groan, my cock getting even harder in her hot little hand as I feel her sucking, taking what she needs.

“That’s right, baby,” I growl, pressing even closer. “Drink from me. Get those little fangs in me fucking deep.”

But instead of continuing to drink, she pulls back for a moment.

“Victor, please, I want you in me while I drink from you. Please, I need you to…to…”

“To fuck you?” I finish for her, my voice rough with lust. “To fill you up with hard cock, baby? Is that it–does your sweet little pussy need to be filled?”

“You know it does. Please, Victor…”  She pulls me towards her and I feel the head of my cock nudging the silky, hot folds of her pussy. Her heat reaches for me, pulling me in.

I can’t hold back any longer. With a low groan, I sink into her, feeling her tight, hot pussy grip me like a velvet glove. She gasps and sinks her fangs into my throat at the same time. I stiffen and moan, loving the feeling of penetrating her while she’s penetrating me. For a moment we are locked together…then I begin to move.

I draw out almost all the way and thrust back in again, pumping hard, giving her what both of us need. She moans against my neck and wraps her long, shapely legs around my ass, pulling me in deeper.

“God, that’s right, baby,” I groan in her ear. “Open up for me. Open that sweet little pussy and let me fill you up…let me fuck you.”

Her response is to buck against me, joining my rhythm, giving herself completely as I pound into her. There’s a time and a place for slow, gentle love making but this isn’t it. There’s a hunger in both of us–a need that can only be quenched by hard, raw fucking. I love it when she presses up to meet me, giving herself completely and begging for more. Love it that she needs this as much as I do. Already I can feel her clenching around me, her little pussy throbbing with need. And I know what she needs… exactly what she to make her come.

I reach between us to the place where we’re joined and trace my thumb down her slippery folds. God, I love the feeling of her stretched so tight around me, so filled with my cock. I find the tight little nub of her clit and begin to circle it with the pad of my thumb, tracing it lightly but firmly just the way she likes.

She lets go of my neck and gasps, her hips bucking in response to my gentle caress.

“You like that, baby?” I growl in her ear as I thrust deep inside her. “Does that feel good? When I stroke that tight little pussy while I fill you up? You like it when I pet your little clit while I fill your cunt with my cock?”

Taylor throws her head back and moans which I take for a yes. I know she loves it when I talk dirty to her, when I tell her exactly what I’m going to do, exactly how I’m going to take her.

“Taylor, baby,” I murmur as I keep up my rhythm. “Are you getting close? I can feel your little pussy all tight and hot around me. Are you almost ready to come all over my cock?”

She moans again and nods, unable to get the words out. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glazed. She’s breathing hard and pumping back to meet me, working hard for her come. I drink her in loving it–loving the sight of her giving it all up for me, giving herself to the pleasure.

She’s close now–really close, I can tell. I speed up my rhythm, giving it to her hard and deep, filling her completely. At the same time, I rub deliberately over the tight little button of her clit.

“Come for me, baby,” I growl. “I want to feel you come so fucking hard while I fuck you.”

Taylor cries out and for a moment her whole body goes stiff. Then I feel her inner muscles clench tight around me and I know she’s coming…coming all over my cock just the way I wanted her to.

I let her orgasm trigger my own. “Fuck, baby,” I gasp. “You feel so good around me! God, I love the way your little pussy squeezes me so tight when you come for me. Come so hard on my cock…”

I surge forward and pour myself into her, spurting deep inside her hot pussy, filling her with jet after jet of my cum. Taylor welcomes me, pulling me even closer, her sharp little nails digging into my shoulders and her heels digging into my ass as she urges me deeper, trying to get every hot spurt deep in her tight, little cunt.

I don’t know how long we strain together but it seems like fucking forever. The pleasure washes over me, the pleasure of claiming my mate and marking her once more as mine. And letting her mark me as well. My scent on her body and her bite on my neck are irrefutable proof that we belong to each other and I love it–wouldn’t have it any other way.

Finally the pleasure fades and I drop my forehead on her shoulder, panting a little.

“Fuck, baby, that was fucking incredible.”

“For me too.” She’s breathing hard and when I look up at her, her face is glowing. I know I’ve said this before, but damn, she’s beautiful! So fucking gorgeous it hurts to look at her but I can’t look away.

“I love you, baby,” I murmur, kissing her gently, tasting her luscious lips. “God, I love you so fucking much.”

“Oh, Victor…” Her big blue eyes are swimming with tears but I can tell they’re the happy kind. “I love you, too.”

I stroke a strand of long, brown hair out of her eyes.

“Did you get everything you needed?” I mean the blood but also the sex. Since being with me, Taylor has taken on some were traits, including the tendency to go into heat at times.

She nods. “More than enough. Thank you, Victor.”

“Anytime, baby.” I grin at her and lean down to kiss her again. “I’m always up for dessert.”

She laughs and reaches for the pie filling, dipping one finger in the gooey glaze. “Does this mean you like my cherry pie?”

“Baby, I fucking love it,” I assure her. Taking her small hand in mine, I bend down and suck her finger clean, savoring the sweet-tart flavor. Already I can feel myself getting hard again, my shaft swelling in her tight pussy.

Taylor must feel it too because her eyes widen and she grins.

“Up for round two so soon?”

“You told me I could have seconds,” I remind her. “Do you mind?”

“You know I don’t.” She draws my head down and kisses me. “You can have as much as you want.”

I give a low, lustful growl and press close. A wave of protective possessiveness washes over me and I know I’ll never let her go. She’s mine and I’m hers forever.

End Part 2