The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 69: Damn, I really missed cumming in her ass...

«J-Jacey... my beloved Jacey... aaah... I’ve missed you so much...» Veronica pants, moaning in a way I’ve never heard from her before.

Her shrill cries of pleasure echo so loudly that they could be mistaken for those of someone in the middle of an exorcism.

Which is funny, because what we’re doing is exactly the opposite of an exorcism — instead of pulling something out of her, I’m putting it inside.

It’s been well past nine in the evening for a while now — an hour when most of the people in this building are asleep — but that’s never stopped us from letting go as if we were the only two people in the entire universe.

Then again, I can’t really blame her. The animal hunger with which I’m fucking her right now is more than enough justification for her to scream and moan that deafeningly.

Two interminable weeks without her have made me lose all restraint — we’ve never been apart for so long, and I swear to whatever Vampire God there is that it will never happen again.

I didn’t even give her time to set her suitcases down before I jumped on her like a starving predator that’s been patiently waiting for its prey, tearing the elegant pantsuit off her with the impatience of a child unwrapping presents on Christmas morning.

Now she’s completely naked, lying face down on the warm, heated tiles of the living room floor. Her hips are raised high, and I’m kneeling behind her with my hands gripping her hips, while my cock slides in and out of her ass with extreme ease — all thanks to a miraculous strawberry-flavored lubricant Veronica bought at a sex shop in Japan. It’s clear that even on the other side of the world, I was always on her mind.

My right hand greedily squeezes her huge, firm breasts, while the fingers of my left tangle in her thick burgundy hair. I pull her head back just enough to admire her face, twisted in ecstasy. Her half-closed eyes are glossy with pleasure, and her tongue hangs out of her mouth like that of a dog greeting its master.

A dog... I’d better not think about that...

It’s incredible — ever since I took her in the ass at the hot springs, Veronica seems to have completely forgotten she even has a pussy. And to think that before, she was actually afraid of taking it from behind, while now she probably regrets having waited so long.

We fuck for hours and hours, changing positions so many times it would make the author of the Kamasutra jealous — so long that we lose all sense of time. First I’m on top of her, then we flip over and she ends up bouncing on my cock, then she’s under me again, twisting and clinging to each other like Greco-Roman wrestlers. On the floor, on the couch, on the table... not a single corner of the apartment is spared from our wild passion. It’s definitely shaping up to be one of those fucks that will keep her awake all night.

Many women I’ve been with used to complain about things like: My husband always says he’ll fuck me until dawn, but half an hour later he’s already asleep. With you it’s different — when you promise you’ll last all night, you actually do!

Well, being a vampire and not knowing the meaning of the word "sleep" has its downsides, but also its perks. That, combined with endurance and stamina far beyond those of a human being, has made me the dream of every woman lucky enough to end up under my claws. But right now, there’s only one woman on my mind.

I come, and Veronica comes — our mixed fluids spill all over the floor, so much that it looks like it’s raining inside the apartment.

From the living room, we move to the shower and start all over again. We really look like one of those couples where he’s in the military and reunites with his wife after months abroad, devoured by mutual abstinence and desire — obviously assuming the wife hasn’t been getting clever in the meantime.

The hot shower water mixes with the body wash, sliding over our naked, intertwined bodies, washing away the sweat and the semen that keeps dripping from her ass, her pussy, and her mouth — yes, I didn’t leave anything out.

Normally, like any man in the world, I’d need a bit of time to recover between one orgasm and the next, but not today. Today it’s as if my body is giving its all, pushing past its own limits just to make Veronica feel as much pleasure as possible — I’ve lost count of how many orgasms we’ve both had since we started showing each other how much we’d missed one another.

At the same time, though, my eyes are fixed on the large clock hanging in the living room.

The anxiety grows as the hours pass, my heart beating faster and faster, until it turns into real tachycardia when the clock strikes five in the morning — the hour when, for the past two weeks until I moved in with Naomi, Mrs. Fenwick used to show up at my door, eager to get her daily dose to face a long workday.

Lately, she’d been arriving with two croissants and a long coat, under which she wore nothing but lace lingerie — enough to make me hard just by looking at her. If, by chance, she’d forgotten Veronica came back last night and showed up like that now... no, I don’t even want to imagine it.

Everyone in this luxurious building would have been woken up by Veronica’s screams — but this time they wouldn’t have been the usual cries of pleasure.

Luckily, none of that happens.

The final act of our sex marathon ends at seven in the morning, with one last intense orgasm from both of us, perfectly synchronized, once again under the warm water of the shower.

Yes, after the first shower a few hours earlier, we’d definitely worked up a sweat again — not to mention all the fluids covering us, especially her. Her skin was a canvas of semen and saliva dripping everywhere, and even her hair was completely smeared with it.

Finally, after a quick breakfast and one last long, passionate kiss, we each start our day — I head out to go to school, while she collapses, exhausted, onto the bed, ready to enjoy some well-deserved rest.