VLAD (Noir MC Book 2)

by Celia Crown

  He tilts his head back, claiming her lips and a graze of a tongue that has her grinding on his throbbing cock.

  “Daddy, quickly.” she wiggles her mischievous hips.

  Vlad can never deny anything she asks; whether it’s romantic movies marathon, improvising on a science experiment that sparked in her head, or eating frozen Greek yogurt on the floor.

  He found out that Greek yogurt wasn’t his taste.

  Her sneaky hands pulling away from his neck as she knows he’ll support her weight, she fumbles with the elastic clumsily. She’s gotten bolder and more confident when it comes to him, always asking first because she’s a polite little girl with manners. However, she’s also a brat with greedy wishes, which he gladly fulfills.

  They made love in the morning before getting out of bed, but she still wants more. Her sexuality awakened by his hands, and she can’t be satisfied by anything but him. She constantly craves his touch and kisses, and she’s not afraid to put on the look of wide-eyed and pouty lips to get it.

  His powerful hips bucks at her soft fingers, squeezing his shaft with provocative twists of her palm. His chest scrapes against her nipples under his shirt, it slides off her shoulder easily as it gives him an unobstructed view of supple tits.

  She takes his cock out of his briefs, thumbing the bead of cum at the head. Mavis yanks the shirt over her stomach with one hand and pressing his weeping tip to her cum-soaked pussy.

  He had thoroughly bred his little girl last night and earlier in the morning. Vlad’s precautionary instinct snaps to attention as he freezes, hands crushing her soft ass in his hands.

  “Wait, I need to prep you—” his sentence breaks off with a groan, sweet tension swaying through his body as her tiny pussy swallows his thick cock in one swoop.

  She mewls, pulsing wet muscles and involuntary tightening up to keep him inside of her.

  “See, daddy? I can take you just fine.” Mavis dives her hips down, rolling and swirling on his stilled cock.

  He’s trying to be patient with her, she may have dropped on his cock without preparation, but he can’t take the chance of hurting her. She’s too small compared to his bigger build.

  With a mind cleared of rational thoughts by her grinding cunt, he thrusts up with a loud squelch. She squeals in surprise and a shuddering moan as he plummets into her stretched cunt.

  Excessive cum trickling down his thighs from their last love-making, it coats his cock warmly while it provides another layer of wetness for him to hammer in her roughly.

  Nipples getting caught on his shirt, she tries to yank it free from her body, but his pounding cock doesn’t relent as she chokes a sob of his name. Little fingers tugging and tweaking her sodden clit as tears cling on her lashes.

  “Daddy, please, faster.” she begs prettily.

  A spark of pride singes his possessiveness, only he can make her seductive feminine body yield to his touch.

  Holstering her in his arms, he turns and sets her on the dining table with his cock firmly lodged inside of her throbbing pussy. She sighs when the cool wooden material touches her back as the wall is too rough for her fragile skin.

  He needs to smooth down the wall texture if he wants to fuck her against the wall with abandon. That’s a problem for another time, he’s too out of it to think of anything else other than his little girl and her sweet tight cunt.

  Her black hair fans around her, blue eyes glaze over with blinding pleasure as she takes his hand and motions him to play with her. A small and gentle brush on her clit gets her hips bucking and quivering walls closing on his girthy length with such tightness that punches the air out of his lungs.

  “Be still,” he rasps, his arm supporting his weight on the table shakes in exertion.

  Mavis doesn’t listen and squirms, sinking him deeper into her fluttering walls.

  He pinches her clit and she yelps with a wanton cry. Teary eyes looking up at him with dismay, her pout gets interrupted by an upset hiccup that jolts her little body.

  Vlad pins her with a glare, she obeys instantly as her thighs tremble in his grip. The span of time of him keeping still in her snug pussy brings him torturous pleasure that claws at his back.

  He tweaks her rosy nipple, rewarding his ears with a squeak. She’s a good girl, staying still when he can feel the little twitches on her hips as she wants to fuck herself on his cock.

  Her fingers can’t wrap all the way around his wrist, Mavis wants him to touch her neglected clit through gestures. Gestures that he has ingrained into his mind, he knows what to do to make her have a certain reaction.

  Vlad solidifies his resolve. If she wants to cum so badly that she doesn’t let him prepare her and take the risk of pain, then he has no choice but to make her body yield and submit to him, so the pain will not make its presence any time soon.

  Hips retreating from her warm walls, her protest hushed down by his reprimanding gaze. She shrinks into the wood, eyes wide meekly as her small hands fist the shirt and lift it up for his eyes to catch her perky tits.

  This time, Vlad stands tall with the tip of his cock in her pulsing cunt, he won’t be as forgiving.

  Callous thumb presses hard on her sodden clit in tight circles, her hands flying to his wrist and arm to do something to ground her. She’s sensitive and is stunned by the coiling pleasure climbing on her toes, she begs and cries for more.

  Mavis is gorgeous when she comes.

  Tears falling down her temples, silky black hair contrasting against the blues of her dazed eyes, and the whimpers of his name falling from those lovely lips. Rosy nipples and her slits stretched over the tip of his cock, he rumbles deep in his chest and feeds her puffy cunt with thickly white cum.

  Redoubling his efforts, he plunges his cock inside as he picks up the pace on her clit. He feels the shivers wracking her body through the pulsing walls and uncontrollable throbs from her engorged button.

  “Daddy,” she whines, “Too much─ it‘s too much.”

  “It’s for your own good, little girl.” Vlad murmurs, bending down to kiss her trembling lips. “I will never give you anything you can’t handle.”

  “Daddy knows what’s best for you.”

  Cum webbing on his cock as he pulls back, her moan echoing after the filthy squelches of their juices. Disoriented and overloaded with sparking sensations, she twitches and shudders violently.

  Her head lolls back as he grips her thighs for traction to plunge his cock in her obscenely stretched cunt. A quick tempo starts with one hand of sticky fingers biting into her thigh while the other pushes her leg down on the table, spreading her lewdly for his eyes to take in the frothing cum on his cock.

  It’s erotic and primal.

  “Oh, it’s coming again, daddy!”

  Cock thickening even further with slick, hot cum pumping her full as an orgasm shakes her to the core. There’s so much, from earlier and now, it leaks out from her tightly plugged folds.

  Vlad’s chest heaves, dropping his body on top of her. Her sultry whine is from his pelvis rubbing harshly on her pulsing clit, she drapes her weak arms over his back. Holding him always gives her comfort, and he wants to give her that.

  It’s the way she holds him that catches his attention first; it’s an embrace that he’s accustomed to, it’s the hug that signifies something important.

  I think I love you, she kisses the pulse on his neck, lingering there with a giddy smile.

  He doesn’t hear it, but he knows.

  Epilogue

  Mavis

  Six Months Later.

  She hums an upbeat tune, a new hit song on the radio caught her attention and it’s been stuck in her head.

  Swinging her legs back and forth with her belly on the bed, she scrolls through recent emails from work. Nothing interesting, a few investment companies and politician assistant emails.

  She did receive a phone call last month from her boss, and as expected, Jennifer chided at her for leaving her at fundraisers by herself. After telling he
r other dreadful incidents, the beautiful woman proceeded to drop the biggest news of all year as if she’s telling Mavis what she got for groceries.

  Jennifer built a new state of the art science lab building just outside of Marion, Nevada. Her unfinished works and data will be transferred to the new building because Mavis has no intention of returning to Miami, and Jenifer is very understanding.

  She didn’t know how word got to Jennifer, but Richard had been arrested and her team of lawyers made sure he doesn’t get bail and is pushing for the maximum sentence when he’s found competent to stand trial.

  A social media post catches her eyes in bold and colorful words, her attention is seized immediately, and she scrolls through the post with hasty attention. Pictures of couples smooching come first and then there’s a paragraph underneath it to explain what it means.

  “Oh,” her voice stretches, vibrant blue eyes flashing with silliness.

  The bed dips beneath Vlad’s knee as his hand slants over her waist, “What’s gotten you so happy?”

  “You,” she said, giggling in the purest form of happiness.

  Dropping the phone down on the mattress, she sits up and faces him with eagerness seeping from her smile. She scoots back to give him room as he crawls on the bed, eyebrows raising with interest as his lips quirking a fond smirk.

  She attaches herself on his bulky frame and listens to his faint beating heart. He’s warm and steel muscles, she purrs at his hard biceps.

  Mavis moves back and takes his big hand, the difference between them is clear; he’s dark and powerful, she’s delicate and soft. He squeezes her squishy hand playfully as her thin fingers trace his knuckles.

  She wants him to know how much he means to her. It is said that actions speak louder than words, so she shows him.

  A kiss on the palm, she thanks him for always protecting her.

  Forceful and violent hands capable of breaking bones, he guards her with a passion and holds her with gentle and kind touches. Not the slightest hint of aggression and brutality when he laces their hands together, she’s grateful that he is never associated with her violent father.

  A kiss on his neck, she trusts him.

  Their bond is deep, based on trust and respect. She tells him secrets and he gives her his darkest memories, they never used any of their private words against each other. She’s vulnerable to him, and his trust lets her lean on him with her teeth on his neck.

  A kiss on the cheek, he’s her best friend.

  They laugh, they talk, they argue. He calls out her unreasonable logics, he listens to her rant about the death of her favorite movie character. He forgives her for withdrawing into herself again and she forgives him for pushing too far. They learn from past mistakes and further better themselves with each other.

  A kiss on the forehead, she adores him.

  He doesn’t judge her need to have space, doesn’t get upset when there are times she just doesn’t want company. Vlad understands she immerses herself in complicated chemistry formulas, but he will always make sure she eats food, drinks water, and have breaks in between hours.

  A kiss on the lips, she’s his forever.

  Vlad gave her the strength and courage to step into the future without skepticisms and self-doubt poisoning her mind. He’s patient with her, always willing to go out of his way to keep her pleased. He’s given her so much; his time, his love, and his trust without asking anything for return.

  She’s improved because of him, but he believes she’s where she’s at now is because she’s brave. Little by little, she learns things about herself and made memories that she’ll always treasure.

  “I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

  He whispers against her lips, “Always.”

  “I want you forever, even when we grow old. If reincarnation happens, I’ll find you again and continue to love you. Come hell or high water, I will find my way back to you and live a life with you.”

  Awe blooms beautifully in her body, tingles and spasms barely contained in her vibrating limbs as tenderness bursts with a grin that takes over her face. She briefly wonders if he can hear her fleeting heartbeats, she surely can feel the thrumming of sharp quivers running down her spine.

  “What if I find you first?” Mavis challenges, eyes expressing lively mirth.

  Vlad bites her lips cheekily, she jerks back with an uncontained giggle. He chases after her for another innocently heartfelt kiss, she hums and presses back with her own mouth.

  “You think you can?” he shoots back, a smirk playing on his handsome face.

  She’s momentarily distracted, she can’t wrap her mind around how sinfully beautiful this man is. His sharp jaw and intense gazes have her weak to the knees, and his devotion to her exceeds all bounds.

  Mavis shakes out of her thoughts, “Of course I can. Never underestimate a dedicated mad scientist.”

  “Yeah?” Vlad provokes, “You won’t get distracted by a new breakthrough?”

  Her mind abruptly stops, her words stammers out. “Well, it can wait.”

  He chuckles, low and deep.

  “You don’t sound convinced.”

  “I am.”

  She finds her voice again, and this time is with more vigor and determination.

  “I’ll find you first. You won’t see me coming. I’m going to be stealthy and crafty, you’d be so surprised.”

  “Is that right,” he teases, his thumb stroking her cheek with feathery caresses.

  She nods, her resolve turning into steel with the willpower of fire.

  “I never want to turn back time, even if there’s a chance for us to have one more day together because there’s also a chance for us to never meet. Somewhere between learning science and accepting myself, you became everything to me. Losing what we have would kill me, and I don’t want that chance. So, I’ll come find you again.”

  Vlad chuckles, admiration showing on his face without any hindrance.

  “Then, I’ll wait for you.”

  It is nights like this where they just talk is the best. Winding down from the day with the world fading away, leaving the two of them content in their own space. Mavis leaves her work and stress out the door when she comes home; potential business deals and meeting people is still part of the undesirable necessity that comes with her being one of the most brilliant scientists.

  The world sees her as a candidate for the biggest breakthroughs in history, but Vlad sees her as Mavis. A girl who talks to herself, woke up upset at him for not being a giraffe, and never wears matching fluffy socks.

  Vlad never pressure her to change, those little quirks belongs to her and he cherishes them.

  They talk for hours under heavy blankets and puffy pillows, the conversation taking turns and twists from annoying telemarketers to Olympians having a dance-off.

  No lights, only a sliver of moonlight hitting the wall as sleepiness covers them. Serenity surrounds them in an embrace, his arms are always around her as his back faces the doorway. An instinctual response to protect her bleeds into his daily actions, sometimes he doesn’t even notice it because the innate behavior comes from the ferocious animal in him.

  Mavis spots things about him as much as he notices her quirks. She’s also getting better at realizing things about herself, things that have always been there but she’s too dense to understand it.

  It’s four thirty-eight in the morning when her eyes snap open, breath leaving her lungs as her heart ignites into a wild beating rhythm. She moves, inconsiderate of the man sleeping soundly beside her as she squeals and giggles in his throat. He rolls on top of her, her arms holding him tightly in barely contained happiness and excitement.

  “Go to sleep,” Vlad growls in her ear, but she’s too into her realization that chased away her sleepiness.

  “I love you.”

  Her heart pounds, ears taking in his sharp inhale of breath that doesn’t get released for a solid minute. She feels him struggle to either hold her and mold her entire
body to his or pull away to kiss her until they run out of breath.

  “I love you so much, little girl.”

  Vlad balances himself on his forearms, kissing her smiling lips. Slow and delicate, she returns his patient gesture.

  “I love you, daddy.” she repeats.

  Mavis isn’t a princess, Vlad isn’t a prince, but their story is more than a fairy tale.

  Finale

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