however deep she took him.
He could see her frustration after fifteen minutes. He didn’t always come that quickly, but normally, he showed more enthusiasm, at least. Today, he was just frowning, looking down at her as she dribbled around the base of his cock, and he felt like yawning.
Enough of that; he had other things to do. He pulled her up on her feet, and turned her over, bending her on his desk before taking his heavy length in his hand. His two quick strokes felt ten times better than her throat had.
He took a rubber from the first draw on his mahogany desk, put it on, before pounding her so hard the heavy piece of furniture was against the window when he was done.
She came three times.
When William resolved to put his dick back in his pants, he was still hard.
And blue balled, too.
Fay was immediately intimidated by the gorgeous human girl William introduced as Agnes. She was tall, fair, pristine, and domineering; her opposite.
Her piercing eyes roamed over her, assessing her expertly, before hazarding:
“30-26-36, B cup, around five foot two?”
Hell, she was good. The last time Fay had been at liberty to buy a bra, she’d been a 30B and she hadn’t changed much in three years. The rest, she wasn’t sure about, but it did sound likely.
“I think so.”
“Perfect. I do love a challenge,” she announced with the fakest smile, before turning to William. “I’ll get her back to you in one piece before dawn.”
Oh god. It wasn’t even nine – the prospect of spending that many hours with the cold bombshell send shivers down her spine.
“Midnight latest,” he amended. “And Jessica is going with you to ensure you both stay in one piece.”
Her expression never slipped, but Fay could tell: Agnes was not happy about that. Suddenly, whoever that Jessica was, she was eager to have her around.
Her eyes bulged when the stunning ebony vampire who’d touched her the previous night was waiting for them in the lobby of the modern building.
They say you should be careful what you wish for…
Looking back over the various abysmally unfortunate decisions he’d made over the course of the last half an hour, William decided that he was, in fact, better off gone until he worked his new obsession out of his system.
He liked to observe and when needed, council his new rescues. Eventually, they hit rock bottom; they cried, screamed, and made scenes. His presence had been fundamental on those occasions. He was the rational, experienced big brother who could pat their back and tell them things would be alright eventually.
But he knew he couldn’t hope to remain detached and lucid around her. She’d just reacted like every single ex-slave he’d freed, and instead of taking it in stride, he had chewed her up, called her names, before fucking a slut to stroke his ego.
It was time to accept what Jess, Zeva, and Mark had seen.
She was just his type and he wanted her so much it was affecting his sanity. He couldn't be reasonable and wait for her to be stronger. His mind understood it was necessary, but another part of him took over when she was in the room; a part that needed her now and just couldn't understand why she was so distant.
A simple, straightforward part of him that had never tried to dominate him before.
“Don't ignore it,” his old friend had told him, many, many years ago. “It might not affect you now, but some day, it will. Beasts don't do well in cages, Will.”
He had ignored it; his beast had never even tried to claw its way out.
Until now.
What was it about her? Well, other than her absolute perfection, of course.
He could take or leave big tits, but in his opinion, a nice ass was a must; her peach-shaped one, somewhat too large compare to the rest of her frame, was definitely up there in the top ten of every single one he’d seen in over nine hundred years. That guaranteed that his dick stayed hard anywhere near her.
But when he thought of it,