The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 103: A fuck I’d been waiting far too long for (2)

«J–Jace... I... aaah... I’m about to—»

She doesn’t even have time to finish the sentence before a full cascade of her fluids runs down my thighs, and I feel her collapse heavily on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder. Her hot, ragged breath tickles my ear.

Seriously? It can’t have been more than two minutes since I put it inside her! She must’ve been a bomb of pent-up hormones to come that fast.

I really hope she’s not one of those girls who completely lose interest the moment they orgasm, otherwise that would be a real problem — especially since I haven’t even finished warming up yet.

Luckily for me, she’s not that type.

She lifts her torso again and starts moving her hips with renewed vigor, letting my hard cock inside her do its job. Her hands slip under my shirt and press against my chest, and I do the same.

My fingers slide under her bra and at last I grab my trophy with all the hunger and impatience of someone who’s waited months and months for this moment. They’re so big... so firm... and feeling her hard nipples pressed against my palm sends me into ecstasy. I fumble my way up, lifting her shirt, then her bra, and lean forward with my head.

My tongue slides over her tits — groping blindly, searching for those swollen nipples I touched a moment ago. And finally I find them. I start sucking them with the hunger of a newborn being fed. I lick them, nibble at them — and the more I do, the deeper and sharper her moans become.

«M–Mia... I love you so much... Mia... I... I only want you!» Kimberly pants, pulling my head even harder toward her and burying it between her enormous breasts.

It doesn’t bother me if she calls me by that girl’s name. On the contrary — if I ever met her one day, I’d never stop thanking her for the opportunity she unknowingly gave me.

There’s no trace left of the awkward, clumsy Kimberly from a few minutes ago.

She’s riding my cock like her life depends on it. Her tongue in my mouth is even wilder than before, but now it moves more naturally, less predictably. It’s clear that the way she kissed me earlier was something studied and calculated — now she’s letting pleasure guide her.

And the more we fuck, the more that damn blindfold pisses me off, robbing me of the incredible show unfolding above me. Kimberly’s face completely overwhelmed by pleasure, her huge naked breasts, her thighs, her pussy... wonders I can only imagine — and that I fear will remain only that.

The temptation to pull off the panties she tied over my eyes and feast on that erotic view is almost irresistible, but I have to keep my instincts in check if I don’t want to ruin everything.

«I–I... I can feel it again... I’m about to come again... aaaah...»

Those words and a long, drawn-out moan announce her second orgasm in just over ten minutes, and another warm torrent soaks my thighs. This time her breathing is even more frantic, as if she’s run herself to exhaustion.

I feel her pelvic muscles clench and spasm around my cock. It lasts a few seconds, and then... she starts riding me again. She’s a bit slower now, but I doubt it’s from fatigue — she’s still a damn strong, resilient Monster Slayer, so it would take far more than ten minutes of sex to wear her out. I’m guessing it’s pleasure that’s stealing her breath like this.

Kimberly unzips my hoodie and pulls my T-shirt off from underneath. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel her wet tongue licking my chest.

«Y–Your scent... the softness of your hair... the taste of your skin... aaaah... everything about you reminds me of her...» she pants. She’s so aroused and overwhelmed by pleasure she can barely form words anymore.

And that same uncontrollable excitement has completely taken over me too. I stop letting her do all the work. I grab her hips and pull her down hard, starting to thrust in sync with her movements. When she pushes, I push — and her moans turn into full-blown screams of pleasure.

And yet, we’re still on that bench in Central Park. Someone could see us — but if she doesn’t care, why should I?

We keep fucking again and again on that bench, as if there were no one else in all of New York. Her hormones are pouring freely from her pussy — the wettest I’ve ever been inside in my life. Four, maybe five... I’ve stopped counting how many times she’s come since we started, over an hour ago. Our bodies are so soaked that my cock slides in effortlessly now, her lips no longer offering any resistance.

And finally, it’s my turn. A hot, white torrent explodes inside her with such force it feels like I haven’t come in years. A warmth that fills her belly and makes her let out a long sigh, half pleasure, half relief.

And yet... something’s strange.

Why is my cock still so hard? It’s like I didn’t even come.

Maybe even it knows this will be the last time it ever gets to enjoy her, and decided to give it everything. I doubt it — but whatever the reason, I have no intention of wasting this blessing.

I feel her grab my shoulders and push me back onto the bench, then she throws herself on top of me and we start kissing and fucking again like two lovers who haven’t seen each other in years. Our now completely naked bodies intertwine under the moonlight. We even end up rolling onto the grass — first her on top of me, then the other way around. All of it still with that blindfold covering my eyes, even though by now it’s completely pointless. My hands have touched every inch of her skin so many times that, even without seeing her, the image of Kimberly naked has fully formed in my mind.

Her constant orgasms spread one after another over the grass beneath us, so many times it almost looks like a puddle.

She moans. She screams Mia’s name. Then she comes again, and I follow right after, filling her with my seed until it feels like there’s no space left inside her to hold any more.

But I have no intention of stopping — and neither does she.

Why do I keep coming inside her? This time it has nothing to do with love. It’s pure emotional momentum. I wanted to fuck her so badly, after so many months spent drooling over her without even touching her, that it would’ve felt like a waste to leave things unfinished — and I imagine she feels the same way.

And a big, liberating release is the best way to celebrate this result — the triumph of a challenge with myself that, a few months ago, seemed impossible.

And besides that, I guess giving her the pleasure of the warmth of my orgasm is also my way of apologizing in advance for what, because of me, is about to happen to her.