“In case you’re keeping track, that’s something else I love about you. That you can give me that.”

Her words were kind of slurred, but they were still beautiful.

“Me too, bao bei.”

She tipped her head to the side again and asked, “You know, there’s something else I left off my list.”

He rested his hands on either side of her neck. “What’s that?”

She slid one hand down his chest, his stomach, to cup his crotch.

He pulled in a hissed breath, but his breath snagged when she gave him a squeeze.

“This,” she whispered.

“Baby,” he groaned.

Her other hand slid down and she undid his zipper.

“Mama feels like sucking cock,” she shared, her voice hot, her eyes bothered, all of it telling him she really wanted that.

“Not me gonna stop you,” he told her.

She grinned, cute and inebriated.

Then she dropped to her knees, pulled him out, and hesitated not a second before she commenced going down on him.

His head dropped back and he slid his fingers into her hair.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he growled.

She took that encouragement and did amazing things with it. She did them for a while and she gave them her all.

And she did it until he could take no more.

“You wanna swallow or you want me in you?”

She pulled him out, rolled his head with her tongue, and tipped her eyes to him. When she did, it was a wonder he didn’t come all over her lips. Her eyes were drunk. Drunk with booze and life and sex and love, wild and alive and carefree.

It was a close second, but it was nearly as good as the beauty she’d given him that afternoon in living room five.

“Your choice,” she whispered.

He took his choice, fast, so she only had time to gasp before he had her jeans over her ass, her torso bent over the back of a chair, and she was taking his cock.

She didn’t take it long before he leaned over her, prepared her neck, and sank his fangs in.

Her blood gushed into his mouth and she came instantly.

He kept at her, pounding hard, jolting her, forcing the chair forward, pushing her orgasm to the limit, his hand finding her tit, pinching and twisting.

She cried out, arching her neck, rearing her ass into his hips as he gave more, she took more, and she gave it all to him.

He swept her wounds with his tongue, drove a hand into the curls between her legs, and found her, still pinching and twisting her nipple, still driving deep.

“Keep coming,” he ordered roughly into her ear.

“’Kay, baby,” she whimpered, the words ending on a moan, her head still back, her mouth opened as the moan continued but went silent.

Her cunt gripped him and he kept working her, reaching for it, getting close.