The Dirty Affairs of a Vampire and His Horny Stepmom-Chapter 87: A fake dating afternoon

«Mmmh... y-you’re so good at kissing, Jace — almost better than when you fuck...»

The wet sound of our tongues tangling and our lips smacking with every movement fills the air.

Melania moans and whimpers like my cock’s buried inside her, and yet we’re only kissing — it’s all thanks to Mrs. Lunsford’s tips.

Well... she asked me to treat her like she’s my girlfriend today... and what’s more couple-like than making out hard, hidden away in a park as the sun goes down?

Even though, to be honest, we’ve been kissing since the moment we got here, and our lips still haven’t parted once.

No sex, no blowjobs or anything filthy — just one long, endless, romantic kiss while we lean against a wall.

And I have to admit, I’m starting to enjoy keeping this farce up with her, especially seeing how hard Melania has thrown herself into the role of the cuddly, lovestruck girlfriend.

I never thought I’d say something like that about a pervert like her, and yet... she’s so damn sweet right now. Kissing her while she stands on tiptoe, eyes softly closed, arms thrown around my neck gives me exactly the vibes I was looking for from an experience like this.

But sunset is almost here and, with it, the beginning of my brilliant plan to keep Melania from being dragged to Elyndra by her real father, who will come to claim her at midnight — there are a little over five hours left.

Luckily there’s still a bit of time before then, and honestly this nonstop tongue-kissing that’s been going on since early afternoon has really made me want to slam her against the wall and fuck her properly.

And that’s exactly what I do.

Up until now I’ve been the one with my back against the wall, but it’s time to switch roles.

My hands, which have stayed on her hips the whole time, slide down to her thick ass, covered by nothing but thin black leggings. I squeeze it hard as I turn us around — now she’s the one pinned.

And while I keep kissing her and groping her, I press my body harder and harder against hers, almost grinding her into the wall. My hard, swollen erection pushes under the pants of my tracksuit, tapping between her thighs.

It’s like it’s knocking to ask for permission to come in — what a polite fucking gentleman I am.

A crystal-clear signal Melania catches immediately.

She tugs my pants and underwear down to mid-thigh — just enough for my erection to be freed from its cage — and I do the same with her leggings and her candy-pink panties with a little daisy drawn on the front.

Did she seriously think I’d appreciate something like that...? Come on.

Whatever. Better pretend I didn’t notice...

And finally...

«Aaaaaaah...»

...my cock slides into her pussy, already drenched from hours of kissing.

But since we’re standing and she’s much shorter than me — there’s more than a foot between us — to keep her from ending up completely exposed down there, I have to lift her into my arms.

Her calves are now resting over my shoulders and I keep her raised, gripping her under the ass, using the wall behind her back to help with balance.

If she’d simply turned around and bent forward, I could’ve fucked her much more easily, but the truth is neither of us had any intention of ending that kiss, and the discomfort is the only compromise.

«J-Jace... tell me you love me... aaaaah... tell me I’m the only one for you...»

I guess this is part of the farce too, right? It’s the kind of thing you say when you’re fucking your girlfriend, and since today she is... well, I don’t see anything wrong with adding a little realism to it.

«I-I love you, Melania... I love you like no one else in any other world...» I whisper warmly.

She smiles sweetly and hugs me even tighter.

«Me too, Jace... me too, I love you so much!»

I have to admit, it feels really strange having this kind of conversation with her, and yet... what is this feeling of lightness and relief washing over me ever since I "confessed" to her?

Oh man, I guess after playing the part of the caring, madly-in-love boyfriend for hours, I must’ve gotten a little too deep into the role. But it’s not just that — there’s also this inexplicable sense of emptiness, of incompleteness. Like something’s missing to finish this romantic picture.

And I think I know exactly what it is.

The sun has almost fully sunk beyond the horizon when...

After one last, long thrust of my hips... my orgasm bursts inside her. Every single drop.

«J-Jace, you... you just came inside me...?» Melania murmurs, staring at me wide-eyed in disbelief.

«Well, it’s normal — you’re my girlfriend, after all.»

To be honest, despite how calm and natural my answer sounds, I’m just as shocked as she is.

Melania and I have fucked so many times I’ve lost count, and yet it always came naturally for me to pull my cock out of her right before I came. It was something I did without even thinking.

But not this time — it didn’t even cross my mind to pull out at the last second.

It was like coming inside her was the most natural thing in the world. And since I only do that with women I love... yeah, I definitely got way too into the role of the lovestruck boyfriend.

«T-There’d still be one more fuck to reach three, like our agreement...» Melania stammers, visibly shaken. Her legs tremble as my seed drips out of her pussy, staining her leggings and those cute pink panties. «B-But since you came inside me... let’s say this counts as two...»

A nice feast of delicious succubus blood is exactly what we need to wrap up this date in the best possible way.

After adjusting her clothes down there, Melania lifts her T-shirt up to her neck, then her bra, and her huge, gorgeous tits fill my vision.

«H-Help yourself, Jace — drink as much as you want...» she invites, her voice still trembling.

Of course, Melania doesn’t need to tell me twice.

I grab one of her breasts with both hands, hungry and impatient. My fangs lengthen, sharpen, and sink into her soft flesh.

But I barely have time to stain my palate with her exquisite blood when...

«You two — freeze right where you are! Don’t you dare move a muscle or it’ll be worse for you!»