NSFW Audio Story: Part 1

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! There are 2 parts to this story so make sure to sign up for my blog to be notified when the next one is posted.

***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

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Victor and Taylor

Dessert

Part 1

            Coming home from a long day and I’m fucking tired. The site I have my crew working isn’t going according to plan and I’m not happy with that. I like to get the work done right the first time and if I can’t then I might as well–my cell phone rings, cutting off the thought. I fumble it out of my jeans pocket and bring it to my ear.

“Yeah? Victor here.” I can hear the growl in my voice–my inner wolf gets impatient too and it doesn’t have words to express its frustration. Whoever is on the other end of the phone probably thinks I’m in a fucking horrible mood and they’d be right. But the voice in my ear lifts my tired spirits immediately.

“Victor?” It’s Taylor, her soft, light tone sounding a little uncertain. “Are you all right? You sound upset.”

“Yeah, baby. Just tired.” I sigh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to growl at you.”

“Tough day at work?” she asks sympathetically.

“Something like that. I don’t really want to go into it now.”

“Well hopefully you’ll feel better once you get home. I, uh, made your favorite dessert.”

“Mmm, you did?” My ears perk up and the wolf inside me whines eagerly. Taylor knows just what I like. I don’t expect her to cook–she’s finishing up her degree at the local Veterinary College which takes up a lot of her time. But she likes feeling domestic and cooking up all my favorite dishes. Who am I to complain?

“Yeah, I, uh…I did.” There’s a little catch in her voice that makes me pause.

“So what’s for supper?” I ask. Dessert is nice but I’m hungry.

“No supper,” she said and laughs softly. “Just dessert. Hurry up and come home.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I put the pedal down and before I know it, I’m pulling into the driveway. I look to see if Taylor is going to run out to meet me. It’s still daylight and she wouldn’t have been able to come out even a month ago–vamps get fried in direct sunlight. But the same magic that allows her to eat food instead of just drinking blood also enables her to walk in the sunlit world. I just love it when she comes running out, eager for a hug and a kiss and a cuddle, wanting to talk about her day.

Strangely enough, she’s not there. I frown as I kill the truck’s engine and get out. Where could she be? And what did she mean about no dinner, just dessert?

I walk in the house, pausing to scrape my boots before I enter the door.

“Taylor? Baby?”

“In here,” she calls.

I follow the sound of her voice to the dining room. I just finished this room recently and we went and picked out a big, oval oak table to go in it. To my surprise, I see that Taylor is sitting right in the middle of it. Surprise number two is what she’s wearing.

I bite back a hungry growl when I see the innocent white lace babydoll nighty that barely reaches her upper thighs. Fuck, she looks amazing. Her full breasts are clearly bare beneath the thin white lace, her tight nipples pressing against the see-through fabric in two pink peaks. Her long, shapely legs are drawn up almost to her chin, closed demurely, keeping me from getting a view of her panties.

“God, baby…” I stop dead in my tracks, just taking her in. I can feel my cock hardening in my jeans, snarling for release. Damn, she looks so fucking gorgeous. I still can’t believe she’s mine and seeing her sitting her like this dressed in this little slip of nothing makes me want to claim her all over again.

“Hey.” There’s a spark of mischief dancing far back in Taylor’s big, blue eyes.

“So what’s for dessert?” I ask, thinking she’ll be sure to answer, “Me.”

Instead she smiles and tilts her head to one side, her long, silky brown hair shifting over one shoulder.

“Cherry pie. Like I said–your favorite.”

She scoots over a little and I see a bowl filled with bright red cherry pie filling sitting beside her. I didn’t see it earlier–not surprising since I can barely tear my eyes away from her gorgeous body long enough to notice anything else.

I take a step towards her.

“That’s nice, baby, but I thought you said there was cherry pie. All I see is the filling.”

“Oh…” Taylor pouts a little. “I ran out of flour so I couldn’t make the crust. But I thought maybe…maybe we could improvise.”

“Improvise how?” I asked, taking another step so that I’m looming over her as she sits in the center of the table. I can hear the hungry growl which is back in my voice but this time I don’t try to fight it. I’m hungry for a hell of a lot more than food now.

“Like this…” Taylor’s voice is breathless and her cheeks are flushed, a sure sign she’s embarrassed. But I can tell she’s excited too.

She sits up straighter, thrusting out her breasts. With one hand she reaches for the lace bow at her chest, all that’s holding the white babydoll gown shut. With the other, she reaches for the pie filling. Making a show of it, she slowly unties the bow, letting the lace panels drift apart. I suck in a breath as her full, high breasts are completely revealed. Her nipples are tight–clearly aching for attention.

“God, baby, I love your tits.”

Taylor flushes with pleasure. She’s not usually this forward and I know she feels like she’s taking a risk here–which I love. Fucking love that she’s willing to make herself vulnerable with me like this. Love that she knows she can tease me and trust me not to hurt her.

“You’re about to love them more,” she promises me. Dipping a finger in the pie filling, she paints a streak of cherry-red around the pink point of one hard nipple. “Ooo,” she gasps and I see the little bud get even tighter. “That’s cold!”

“Then let me warm you up, baby.”

I pull her towards the edge of the table so I can reach her better and duck my head to capture the tight peak in my mouth. I lap away the sweet glaze of the pie filing, making her gasp and then I suck hard, pulling as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. Taylor moans and arches her back and I smell her heat drifting up to me. A warm, devastatingly feminine scent that sends my throbbing cock into overdrive. God, I love when she gives it up for me like this, love that she offers herself without fear or reservation.

But before she can get too out of control, I let her hard nipple slide slowly from between my lips.

“Wha…?” Taylor looks at me, her eyes glazed with lust.

“Out of cherries,” I point out, nodding at her bare breasts. “Need some more–I thought this was dessert.”

“It is.” She paints the other nipple with the sweet, red sauce and I lick that one clean as well, swirling my tongue around the tender pink point until she moans and thrusts her chest out. Offering herself to me, begging without words for more.

I’m happy to give it to her but her breasts aren’t the only part of her I want to taste.

“C’mon, baby,” I growl, putting my hands on her knees, which are still pressed together. “I need more.”

“More pie?” She gives a breathless little laugh and lets her legs drift apart, giving me a glimpse of what I’m craving. But instead of the white lace panties I’m expecting, I see nothing but her clean shaven mound. She told me once she’d just had a wax right before she was turned to a vampire so now that’s her permanent state. Not that I’m complaining–I love the innocent pink slit of her pussy, her bare mound so naked and inviting. But I want to see more–I want to taste more.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I command her softly. “Spread your legs and let me get a better look at that sweet little pussy.”

Trembling and blushing, she obeys. I remember how it was when she first came to live with me, how she was so afraid to let me touch her, to taste her. Taylor’s had a rough past–it took a lot for her to get over it and trust me.

“Fuuuuck…” I give a low groan as she is fully revealed. I can see how hot and swollen her outer pussy lips are. They’re spreading open for me, showing her slippery pink interior, slick with her juices. The scent of her desire is even hotter now–that rich, feminine aroma that makes me crazy for her. My cock throbs and the wolf inside me begs me to rip down my jeans and shove my shaft to the hilt inside her hot little cunt, filling her with myself, marking her with my scent and claiming her all over again. But I hold off–before I fuck her sweet little pussy, I want–no, I need to taste it.

“The pie,” I say, nodding at her fingers, stained red with the sweet, sticky glaze. “I want some more, baby. I want seconds.” And fucking thirds and fourths, for that matter.

“The pie…right…seconds…” Her voice is breathless as though she can barely remember what scenario we’re supposed to be playing out. But I’m not willing to abandon it quite yet. I want to taste her hot, slippery pussy coated in that sticky cherry juice.

“Come on, baby,” I murmur, holding her eyes with mine. ” I want to lick your sweet little cunt–want to worship your little pussy with my tongue until you come all over my face.”

Moaning, Taylor dips into the pie filling again…and then she dips into herself, her long, slender fingers covered in red caressing her open folds. I groan at the sensuous sight of her swollen pussy coated with deep red glaze.

Her inner thighs are shiny with her juices and I know I can’t wait anymore.             Dropping to my knees before her, I pull her even closer to the edge of the table and put her legs over my shoulders. She moans and lets her thighs drift even wider apart–baring herself completely for me. The act of trust and submission makes my cock throb even harder. God, I just love it when she gives herself so freely, when she trusts me like this!

“Well, baby, this pie seems pretty messy,” I murmur. “Seems like maybe I’d better clean you up.”

“Yes, Victor, please!” she begs softly. Taylor may be too ladylike to admit it, but she loves having her pussy eaten–almost as much as I love eating it. Still, I love to tease her and draw it out.

“You want  me to go down on you, baby?” I murmur, licking her inner thigh to taste her sweet, salty honey. “You want me to bury my face between your legs and lick and suck and tongue that sweet little slit of yours until you come for me? Come so fucking hard?”

“Victor, please! You…you know I do,” she pants.

I should tease her more but I can’t hold out any longer. I need to taste that ripe little cunt. Need to bury my tongue in her hot, open pussy and lick her honey right from the source.

With a low, hungry growl, I press my face to the juncture between her thighs, lapping the cherry glaze away from her swollen folds as she moans in breathless pleasure. Then I swirl my tongue around her clit, bathing the tight little button until she cries out and arches her back, giving herself up to the hot sensation of my mouth on her.

“Oh, Victor, oh.”

God, I love it when she moans like that, when she begs and cries and calls my name. When she pumps her hips up to me like she’s doing now, the muscles in her long, lovely legs going all tight as she works for her orgasm.

That’s right baby, work for it. You’ve earned it, now work for that nice hard come.

As if she can hear my thoughts, I feel her small hands creep up to my head and her long fingers twine themselves in my hair. She pulls me closer and I relish the small pain as she thrusts up to me, pumping her hips, trying to get more of my tongue in her ripe, wet pussy.

God, baby so good…so fucking good! Love the way you smell…the way you taste…the way your pussy gets so hot and creamy for me when I lick your little slit!

            She’s crying out now–so close to coming on my mouth. I dip inside her, pressing my tongue deep into her well and taste fresh wetness. Her thighs clench around my head and she pulls me even closer, gasping and pumping her hips, trying to get more…more.

I reach up one hand and cup her breast, teasing the tight little nipple until it’s rock hard. She’s moaning steadily now, her pussy gushing with honey. I lap up her juices eagerly, tracing a circle around her sensitive clit with the tip of my tongue, just the way she likes it.

She’s begging for it now…broken sounds of pleasure that make me rock hard.

“Victor, please…I want…I need…”

I pull my face away and look up. “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.”

END PART ONE