Thrall of the Vampire King (Blood Fire Saga Book 4) by Bella Klaus (namjoon book recommendations txt) 📗

their patrons wanted under-the-table servicing. I clung to Valentine’s pants leg, sending him a silent apology in case I messed up the blowjob.

The other girl crawled under the table and gave me a nudge on the arm. “I normally just go with the flow. Can you share some of your advanced fellatio tips?”

I shook my head. “Sorry, I only know what works on Valentine.”

Martika settled between Kresnik’s spread legs and slid her hands up his thighs. I snatched my gaze away and crawled into position, resting my palms on Valentine’s legs.

He reached down, placing a comforting hand on my head, and stroked my hair like I was his cat. Whatever Kresnik said next made them both laugh, and even more heat bloomed across my cheeks.

If I choked or clamped my jaws around Valentine’s dick, Kresnik would figure out he was lying to protect me and—

Shaking off those thoughts, I settled myself onto my knees and reached a trembling hand towards Valentine’s crotch. My fingers brushed against the hot organ straining against the fabric of his tuxedo pants, helping me relax a fraction. At least I wouldn’t have to work hard to get him excited.

I pressed my lips against his clothed erection, trying to work out a game plan and recalling every porn video and juicy detail Beatrice had tossed my way over the years. Valentine threaded his fingers through my hair and slid further down his seat.

My interpretation of the action was that I needed to get to work. Now. I slid my fingers to his cummerbund, pulled up its pleats, and unbuttoned Valentine’s fly. His hardness lengthened and thickened with my fumbling, making me struggle to pull down the zipper.

“Fuck!” Kresnik bellowed from the other side of the table, making my heart jump to the back of my throat. I glanced up to find Martika already bobbing her head up and down his crotch.

“Shit,” I muttered.

How much did I want to bet that the old pervert had already pulled himself out of his pants before she’d even gotten under the table? I shook off that thought and focussed on Valentine, who seemed to expand with each passing moment.

With the most careful of movements, I unzipped Valentine’s fly, and his erection sprang free. It was long and thick and rigid, with prominent veins that radiated heat. A bead of precum glistened from his bulbous red head, making my mouth water.

Heat pooled between my legs. Pushing my thighs together to curb my arousal, I licked my lips. A hot breath fanned over his arousal, making Valentine hiss. I glanced up, meeting his red eyes though the glass tabletop. He swallowed, his lips parting, and nodded for me to continue.

I leaned forward, taking in his masculine scent, and traced the tip of my tongue over his glistening slit. His bitter tang coated my tongue, making my folds slick. Was this what he meant when he said I would get something savory? Valentine’s powerful thighs tensed and tightened around my shoulders, sending a thrill through my core. Maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult.

Wrapping my fingers around his hot and hard and heavy length, I ran my tongue along its underside and swirled it around the tip, making sure to lap up every ounce of moisture. I’d watched enough pornography to know what to do and listened with rapt attention to Beatrice’s juiciest tales. Technically, I knew what was expected, but if Kresnik was inspecting my technique, I hoped he wouldn’t find it lacking.

His bulbous head felt like velvet over my lips, and I parted them to swirl my tongue where it met the shaft. Valentine pulsed and shuddered under my touch, stroking his fingers through my scalp, encouraging me to keep going.

The striptease music played on, and the audience clapped a steady beat. I tightened my grip on Valentine’s length and slipped his thick head into my mouth. His legs trembled around my body, and a tingle of excitement settled into my core.

Gripping him tightly around the base, I pumped up and down his pulsing shaft while taking him in inch by expanding inch.

Valentine’s precum continued flowing, making the pulse between my legs pound harder than my heart. I hummed around my mouthful, and Valentine groaned, sending a rush of heat and moisture to my folds.

Even with my hand around the middle of his shaft, his thick head bumped against the back of my throat—he was that big. Valentine held still, allowing me to set my pace.

“She’s far too slow,” Kresnik said, his voice dampening the mood faster than a bucket of cold water.

“I trained her to draw out the pleasure, My Lord,” Valentine drawled.

Kresnik scoffed.

In my mind, I told him to bugger off and focus on his own blowjob. Pushing his presence aside, I bobbed my head up and down, making sure to give the underside a firm lick as I rose. Each time I swiped my tongue over that spot, Valentine made a tiny shudder, so I continued laving at him until his legs trembled.

Out of the corner of my eye, Martika picked up her pace, and Kresnik let out a low moan. I exhaled a long breath, finally able to relax and work on my technique.

After a little experimentation, I worked out a rhythm that suited us both, with the occasional pause on the upstroke to lap around its magnificent head.

Valentine moaned.

The tingle between my legs returned with an intensity I couldn’t ignore. My core heated to a boiling point, and my nub throbbed for attention. Parting my thighs, I slipped my fingers beneath my dress to ease my aching need.

I was hot and wet and aching for Valentine, with a clit that wouldn’t stop pulsing beneath my fingertips. Not breaking my stride over Valentine’s arousal, I stroked firm circles around the needy bundle of nerves, bringing Valentine deeper into my throat.

Pressure built around my core, and my fingers strummed a frantic beat in time with my galloping heart. I was so close, and from the rocking movement of Valentine’s