My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

Chapter 233: B - Damn, I really missed cumming in her ass

"A-Axy... my beloved Axy... aaah... I missed you so much..." Veronica pants, moaning in a way I’ve never heard before.

Her high-pitched cries of pleasure echo so loudly they could easily be mistaken for someone in the middle of an exorcism.

It’s already well past nine at night — an hour when most people in this building are asleep — but that’s never stopped us from losing ourselves as though we were the only two people left in the entire universe.

Then again, I can’t really blame her.

The ravenous hunger with which I’m making love to her right now is more than enough to justify every scream and every breathless moan.

I didn’t even give her time to set down her suitcases before pouncing on her like a starving predator that had been patiently waiting for its prey, tearing off her elegant business suit with all the impatience of a child ripping open Christmas presents on Christmas morning.

She’s completely naked now, lying face down on the warm, heated tiles of the living room floor.

Her hips are raised, while I kneel behind her with my hands gripping her waist, my cock sliding in and out of her ass with effortless ease — all thanks to a miraculous strawberry-flavored lubricant Veronica picked up at a sex shop in Japan.

It’s obvious that even on the other side of the world, I was never far from her thoughts.

My right hand greedily cups one of her firm, full breasts, while the fingers of my left weave through her thick burgundy hair.

I gently pull her head back just enough to admire the bliss written across her face.

Her half-lidded eyes glisten with pleasure, and her tongue hangs from her mouth like a dog happily greeting its owner.

A dog...

I’d rather not think about that.

It’s unbelievable — ever since I took her from behind at the hot springs, Veronica seems to have completely forgotten she even has a pussy.

And to think she used to be terrified of doing it that way, whereas now she probably regrets waiting so long.

We keep going for hours, changing positions so many times we’d make the author of the Kama Sutra jealous — so long that we completely lose track of time.

One moment I’m on top of her.

The next, we roll over and she’s bouncing on my cock.

Then she’s beneath me again, the two of us twisting around each other and clinging together like Greco-Roman wrestlers.

The floor. The couch. The table.

Not a single corner of the apartment escapes our wild passion.

This is definitely turning into one of those nights that’ll keep her awake until sunrise.

A lot of the 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. You’re different — when you say you’ll last all night, you actually mean it."*

Well, being a vampire has its downsides, but it has its advantages too.

Stamina and endurance far beyond anything a human could hope for have made me every woman’s dream.

But right now, there’s only one woman on my mind.

I come, and Veronica comes with me.

Our mixed fluids spill across the floor until it almost feels as though it’s raining inside the apartment.

From the living room we move into the shower, only to start all over again.

We really do look like one of those couples reunited after months apart — he’s been deployed overseas, and now they’re both consumed by longing and pent-up desire — assuming, of course, she hasn’t found someone else in the meantime.

"A-Axy... I missed you so much... ahhhh... these days without you... without your cock... felt like they’d never end... ahhhh!"

The hot water mingles with the shower gel, cascading over our naked, intertwined bodies, washing away the sweat and the traces of our lovemaking.

Not a single part of her body has been left untouched.

After spending days serving as a living sex toy for a depraved twelve-year-old, there’s nothing better than hours of good, wild sex with the queen of MILFs to cleanse my soul.

Hearing the deep, mature moans and cries of a grown woman instead of that girl’s shrill, high-pitched squeals is a genuine blessing for my ears.

And to think I was actually starting to enjoy having sex with Melania.

I was in a pretty bad place.

Thank God Veronica came back to set everything right again.

The final round of our marathon finally comes to an end at seven in the morning, with one last intense orgasm that overtakes us both in perfect sync, once again beneath the hot water of the shower — our third one today.

Her skin is covered in streaks of semen and saliva running down every inch of her body, and even her hair is completely soaked with it.

"I-If this is the welcome I get every time I come back from a business trip, maybe I should start traveling more often..." Veronica says, struggling to get the words out.

She keeps gasping for air, her long, heavy breaths making her chest rise and fall as though she’d just finished running at full speed.

"D-Don’t even joke about that..." I reply, just as exhausted. "Next time you go, I’m coming with you, got it? God knows how many guys in Japan tried to hit on you. Actually... I’d better not think about it, or it’ll just piss me off."

"Well... yeah. I have to admit, more than one colleague from Seryou Biotech’s Japanese division invited me out to dinner," she says with a teasing smile.

"And you? Don’t tell me you actually accepted."

"I wouldn’t have, even if I were single. I’m still the CEO of the U.S. division — giving in to a coworker’s advances wouldn’t be professional at all."

"Oh... so you don’t consider yourself single?"

"I don’t know. You tell me, Axy. What do you think I should consider myself?"

I grab her by the hips and pin her against the shower wall with my body.

"You should only think of yourself as mine."

"I already do. I love you, Axy."

"I love you too, Mom."

She wraps her arms around my neck, and we lose ourselves in another kiss — sadly, that’s all it can be.

It’s already morning, and we don’t have time for anything else.

After a quick breakfast, we each go our separate ways to start the day — I head off to school, while Veronica collapses onto the bed, utterly exhausted and ready to enjoy a well-earned rest.