Tom's fingers lingered inside her, slick and relentless, curling against that sweet spot in her pussy with a precision that made her tremble.
His lips hovered at her neck, still warm from his earlier kisses, the faint graze of his teeth sending shivers down her spine. Tom was a maestro, every move deliberate, his arrogance a quiet hum beneath his touch. Her warm, honeyed moans filled the air, each one a testament to his skill, her body a canvas he painted with pleasure.
"God, you're a mess for me," he drawled, voice thick with that cocky edge, his thumb circling her sensitive bud as his fingers thrust deeper. Her pussy clenched around him, another mini-orgasm sparking through her, her thighs quaking as she gasped, "T-Tom… ohh…" Her voice, warm and sultry, cracked with pleasure, words barely forming as she clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his damp skin. He smirked, relishing the way her body bowed under his touch, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants.
He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear, his voice a low growl. "You feel that, sweetheart? That's me owning you." His fingers slowed, teasing now, drawing out every shudder. Her hips bucked, chasing the friction, and he obliged, sliding his dick against her entrance, not entering yet, just letting her feel the hard heat of him. Her moan was a warm, throaty plea, her pussy pulsing as another mini-orgasm hit, her body trembling on the edge of something bigger. "Tom… please…" she whimpered, her voice a velvet cry, rich with need.
He didn't make her wait long. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid his dick into her pussy, stretching her inch by agonizing inch. Her warmth enveloped him, tight and slick, and he groaned, the sound raw and primal. "Fuck, you're perfect," he muttered, his arrogance softened by the sheer intensity of the moment. He moved, deep and steady, each thrust a calculated stroke that made her moan louder, her warm voice fracturing with pleasure. Her hands clawed at his back, leaving faint red trails, and he hissed, loving the sting as he drove into her, relentless but controlled.
Her body arched, another mini-orgasm rippling through her, her pussy fluttering around his dick. "Tom… I-I can't…" she gasped, her voice a warm, trembling melody. Then, with a sudden spark of defiance, she pushed against his chest, her eyes glinting with want. "I wanna… ride you," she panted, her voice thick with warmth, the words a bold challenge despite her breathless state.
Tom Polo's lips curled into a smug grin, his eyes flashing with approval. "Oh, you think you can handle me?" he teased, voice dripping with arrogance as he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She straddled him, her thighs gripping his hips, her pussy still pulsing from the aftershocks of her last mini-orgasm. Her hands splayed across his chest, fingers digging into the hard planes of muscle as she positioned herself above his dick. "Go on, sweetheart," he drawled, one hand resting lazily on her hip, the other propped behind his head like he owned the world. "Show me what you've got."
She didn't hesitate. With a slow, deliberate motion, she sank onto him, taking his dick deep, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. Her moan was a warm, sultry song, filling the room as she began to move, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was all instinct and fire. Tom's hands tightened on her hips, guiding her but letting her set the pace, his eyes locked on the way her breasts bounced, her flushed skin glowing in the dim light. "That's it," he growled, voice thick with that arrogant edge. "Ride me like you mean it."
Her movements grew bolder, faster, her pussy clenching around him with every thrust. Her warm moans grew louder, more desperate, each one punctuated by a shudder as another mini-orgasm sparked through her. "Tom… ohh… God…" she gasped, her voice a warm, broken cry, her hands gripping his chest for balance. He watched her, mesmerized by the way her body moved, the way her pleasure built under his gaze. His hands roamed her thighs, her waist, urging her on, his own breaths growing ragged as her rhythm pushed him closer to the edge.
She leaned forward, her lips crashing into his, a messy, hungry kiss that tasted of desperation and heat. Her tongue tangled with his, her moans vibrating against his mouth as she dicke him harder, faster. The tension in her core coiled tighter, her pussy pulsing with every thrust, and Tom could feel it, the moment she was about to break. "Come on, darlin'," he murmured against her lips, voice a low, arrogant purr. "Let go for me."
Her body obeyed, shattering with a scream that was pure, warm ecstasy. Her orgasm crashed through her, her pussy clenching wildly around his dick, her thighs trembling as she dicke out the waves. At that exact moment, Tom's instincts took over. His lips found her neck, teeth grazing her pulse before his fangs sank in, sharp and swift. The sting blended with her climax, amplifying it, and she gasped, her warm voice fracturing into a sob of pleasure. He drank deeply, her blood hot and sweet, laced with the raw, primal energy of her arousal. His groans were muffled against her skin, the taste of her driving him wild as her body shuddered in his arms.
As her orgasm ebbed, her breaths coming in warm, ragged pants, a sharp chime cut through the haze. Tom's vision flickered, a translucent status bar materializing in his mind's eye. The system's cold, mechanical voice echoed: Blood of an aroused woman consumed. Progress: 1/3. Two remaining for Level 2. He pulled back, lips stained with her blood, his eyes glowing with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. She collapsed against him, her body spent, her warm voice reduced to soft whimpers as she clung to him, unaware of the notification that marked her as the first step in his ascent.
Tom's hand stroked her back, his touch deceptively gentle, that arrogant smirk creeping back. "One down," he muttered under his breath, too low for her to hear. Her head rested on his chest, her breaths slowing, and he let her stay there, savoring the moment, not just the pleasure, but the power. He'd taken her apart, claimed her in every way, and now the system had acknowledged it. Two more, and he'd be stronger, faster, untouchable. For now, though, he let her warmth seep into him, his mind already plotting the next move.
Tom's eyes glowed faintly as he cradled her trembling form, her warm breaths soft against his chest. The system's notification faded, but her blood still lingered on his tongue, sweet and potent. He tilted her chin up, locking eyes with her dazed, pleasure-clouded gaze. "Forget the bite," he commanded, his voice a low, arrogant purr, laced with the eerie weight of his mind control. Her pupils dilated, a soft hum escaping her lips as the memory dissolved. She blinked, smiling dreamily, unaware of the mark on her neck. Tom smirked, satisfied,