One night with the King - Chapter 100：100. Laughter

“I thought vampires do not take their bath.” She chuckled whilst she moved her hands below his chest.

“You must think us dirty. The stories, the stories. Most of it tell such hideous lies, I can’t even begin to imagine.” He laughed shaking his head. His laughter sounded strangled and Monica noticed it. Her hands went down to his stomach then to his Bellybutton.

“Have you ever read any of them.”

“A few but after I read some I just had to stop before I lose my mind and that would have been for eternity I feared.” She chuckled shaking her head, amused by his words.

Her hands moved down to the v line just below his waist. He gripped her hands breathing in deeply, “I don’t think you have to do that.”

“But I want to.” She insisted locking eyes with him. He threw his head back in pleasure as her hand invaded every part of his body.

“Why not sit up, Here.” She said to him placing her hands on the top of the jacuzzi. He wanted to object but the stronger part of him wanted to go with the flow so he did as she said. He raised himself to the top and sat down. While he looked down at her she looked up at him the foam still in her hands.

She was sitting on her legs which was bent backwards, then she settled in between his thighs. She started to wash him again going from waist down to his legs. When she reached his toes he jerked again. She parted each toenails washing in between them,

“I am good in a lot.” She stretched up resting her elbows on his thighs she looked up at him and smiled. Dropping the foam she turned back to him,

“There is just one more thing I’ll like to do.”

“What is it.” He swallowed his eyes meeting hers. Her eyes were on his cock lustfully glaring at it.

“I want to-to do this. To-to taste you.” She finally choked out. She didn’t wait for his reply she held him with both hands and kissed the tip of his cock, then licked it with the tip of her tongue.

Lucius gasped.

He hadn’t given her permission to mess with his head and that was exactly what she was doing with her lips now.

“What are you doing to me. Who are you?” He groaned his eyes closing his eyes. He gripped her shoulders tight causing her to wince.

Monica burst out laughing. “My shoulders please.” She breathed trying to reduce the pain she felt. She wriggled a little too figuring it would make his grip less painful. “Who do you think I am?”

“Maybe a spy or a messenger. Probably a witch sent you to destroy me and with the way I see it she made a good choice.” He groaned letting go of her shoulders.

“Should I take that as a complement or as a sign that you do not trust me.” Monica asked wriggling her brows.