My Stepmom Is A Vampire & Her Entire Bloodline Wants To Breed Me Chapter 34: Eating Stepmother

Seamus’s head leaned between her spread legs, his eyes locked on the glistening folds between them.

The scent of her horny pussy hit him first, hot and intoxicating, dripping with need. His hands slid up the insides of her thighs, feeling the faint tremble in her muscles.

"You’re soaked," he muttered, his eyes glinting with impatience,

"I’ve been waiting for you to notice," Isolde smirked, leaning back on her elbows. "Now be a good boy and taste your mother’s heaven."

He hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled her closer, his face hovering inches from her pussy.

The view made his cock throb painfully, but he ignored it. Right now, all he wanted was his mouth on her.

Seamus licks slowly, dragging from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit. She shuddered instantly, her breath catching.

"Mmm," she humd, enjoying it. "That’s it. Keep going."

Seamus pressed his tongue deeper, tasting her cunt properly. She was sweet and sharp, her juices coating his mouth as he circled her clit with gentle and slow movents.

One hand gripped her thigh tightly, the other pressed her lips open so he could see every reaction.

Isolde’s hips rolled into his face, her breathing growing uneven. "Ahhhnnn~ Don’t hold back, son. I know you have been dreaming to fuck your stepmom," she urged.

He latched onto her clit, sucking it between his lips before flicking it rapidly with his tongue. Her moan ca louder, sharper, filling the room.

"OHHH YES! just like that."

Her voice spurred him on. He fastened his movent, tongue deep inside her, trying to find her G-spot. Her taste clung to his tongue, her thighs tightening around his head.

"Aaahhh~ NNGGHH! You beco good at this, Seamus. Your tongue is so good!" she gasped, as he found her that perfect spot inside her, her whole body trembling.

The way she said his na, breathless and needy, sent a jolt straight to his cock. He pushed his tongue in and out, fucking her with it while his thumb rubbed slow circles over her clit. Her hips jerked, chasing the rhythm.

Her moans turned to broken gasps, her chest rising and falling faster. "OHHH!!! HAHHH!!! I-I’M CLOSE!"

He pulled back and imdiately closed his mouth over her clit again, sucking hard, tongue swirling without rcy. That broke her. Her back arched, thighs clamping tight around his head as a sharp cry escaped her.

"AHHH~ NGGHHHH!!!! CUMM!! I’M CUMMINHGH!!!"

Seamus held her through it, licking and sucking until her trembling slowed. When he finally pulled back, her pussy was still twitching, glistening in the low light.

He licked his lips, smirking. "Told you I’d clean you up."

Isolde’s breathing was ragged, but her grin returned. "Good boy. Now get up here. I’m not done with you."

Her fingers hooked his shirt, pulling him up over her until his chest pressed against her bare skin. Her breasts squished against him, hard nipples grinding against his.

"Now, it’s my turn, dear," she whispered against his ear, her voice dripping with lust. "I will make you feel good, you forget everything as a reward."

Her hand slid between their bodies, finding his throbbing shaft and wrapping around it like she owned it. She guided it against her slick folds, letting the swollen head glide through it without letting him enter.

Seamus groaned into her neck, his hips jerking instinctively. "Fuck... you’re killing ," he muttered.

"That’s the point," she smirked, rolling her hips so his cock slid along, the head bumping her clit with each stroke.

She moved slowly at first, savoring his frustration, then faster, grinding against him until their breaths matched in ragged gasps. The heat between them built until it was unbearable.

Her nails scratched lightly down his back. "You want inside, don’t you, Seamus?"

He swallowed hard, his voice low and urgent. "Yes, I can’t hold it in anymore..." he grabbed her waist, becoming impatient every second.

She bit her lower lip, then leaned close enough for her lips to brush his. "Then take ."

That was all the permission he needed. He pushed her and spread her legs wider, and in one hard push, slid deep into her. The sound she made — a sharp, needy cry — shot straight through him.

"AAAHHH~ yes... fill ..." she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He pulled back and thrust again, harder this ti, and her moan echoed off the walls. The rhythm built fast, his hips slamming into hers as her wet heat clenched greedily around him, hugging him tight.

"HNGGHH! AHH!!! That fat cock of yours~" She t every thrust, her body arching, breasts bouncing between them.

"God, you feel amazing," he groaned, his hands gripping her waist tightly as her pussy twitched, wanting to dry him.

She laughed breathlessly, her eyes half-lidded but burning with desire. "And you’re fucking like you an it. Hahhh~ Mmmmhh!"

Their pace grew frantic, sweat beading along their skin. His cock drove into her over and over, each ti hitting deep enough to make her gasp.

She pulled him down into a hungry kiss, their tongues tangling as their bodies collided.

He shifted slightly, angling his hips, and her gasp broke the kiss. "AHHH!!! THEREE!!! FUCK MORE!" she cried, the sound desperate and raw.

"You like that?" he rasped, thrusting into that spot again.

"YYEESHHH! DON’T STOP! Fuck your mother faster! Hngg~!"

Her legs wrapped tighter around him, pulling him even deeper. Her moans spilled freely now, shaless, spurring him to pound into her harder.

The sound of skin slapping filled the air, along with the wet, obscene noises of her pussy clinging to him.

Seamus felt her tightening around him, her nails clawing down his back. "AHHH~ OHH! I-I’M CLOSEEE!!!" she gasped.

He gritted his teeth, holding back as long as he could, but the way she squeezed him made his control slip.

"Cum, Isolde!," he growled.

"SEAMUSS!!! COMINGGHHH~"

That was all it took. She arched, screaming his na as she ca, her body convulsing beneath him, her wetness gushing around his cock.

The pulsing heat milked him until he couldn’t hold back anymore— with a deep, shuddering groan, he spilled inside her, thrusting hard through every wave of release.

For a mont, they stayed there, breathing heavily. Her smirk returned, sly and satisfied.

"Mmm... you did well," she whispered, stroking his cheek.

Before he could respond, she placed her palm against his temple. A strange warmth spread through his head, his vision blurring. "Wha—"

"Shhh," she cooed. "Turn around Seamus."

Seamus’s eyes widened, confusion flickering in them, but he obeyed regardless. Yet all he saw was Viviane standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable, freezing him in place. His breath caught, his chest tightening.

He straightened instinctively, taking a step toward her, desperate to explain, to spill out a dozen frantic justifications swirling in his head, but not a single word left his mouth.

All he could feel was his stomach twisting violently, the air between them thick with an icy, suffocating tension.

The silence broke, not by rcy, but by Isolde’s laughter echoing through the room. "Tell , Seamus," she purred with amusent, "do you want to make a generational sex sandwich?"