“Oh my God, Meg – you aren’t gonna bite my dick, are you?” Sam clutches the bed sheets beneath him, trying to slow his breathing but it’s impossible with those wicked teeth so close to the sensitive head of his cock.
Meg snorts. “Thought you were kinky, Sammy.”
“Are you serious? M-Meg, f-fuck -”
“Try to relax. It might hurt but you’ll be coming back for seconds, I guarantee it.”
As terrified as he is, the thought that Meg feeding on him might fill the void inside him, giving him that extra ‘something’ he’s been missing… it’s too tempting to pass up.
When Sam feels Meg’s deliciously sharp teeth sink into his bare thigh, when he hears her moaning as his blood lands on her tongue, Sam can’t hold back – he comes untouched.
“Told you,” Meg pants, mouth a gory mess when Sam pushes her head away from his body. “You’ll be back.”
3 sentence thingy – Sam/Meg + dessert
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