My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 23: Purfying Seamus
“What did my mother do to you, Seamus? Did she ... do this?”
Viviane’s voice was low and sultry as her tongue slid from the tip of his cock all the way down to the base, savoring the feel of every vein against her tongue and the faint, salty taste that lingered.
Seamus groaned, his fingers tangling in her soft red hair as his eyes trailed down her naked, flawless body. It was hard to resist her when she looked like that.
“Yeah...” he exhaled, his voice ragged. “Both of you are ... great.”
Viviane’s expression immediately darkened. She tightened her grip around his shaft, making him flinch.
“Are you seriously saying that,” she said, her tone sharp, “while I’m holding your cock hostage like this?”
“Alright, alright, you’re the best, babe,” he said quickly, raising his hands playfully.
“Now relax. That’s my future you’re holding, and might be your favorite things to ride.” He winked at her. “You don’t want it to be a waste don’t you?”
Viviane’s lips curved into a reluctant laugh. “Okay, okay. You’re forgiven for now.”
She smirked, her eyes glinting. “But I’m going to step up my game ... just to make you forget that old hag ever touched you.”
Viviane pressed his shaft between her breasts, squeezing just enough to trap him. The tip peeked out invitingly, and she leaned down to lick it in slow, deliberate circles, her tongue soft and wet.
Seamus groaned, breath catching in his throat.
“You like this, don’t you?” Viviane whispered, her voice trembling just enough to sound hurt. “I wonder if you liked it this much ... when she touched you.”
Seamus flinched at the words, but before he could speak, she pressed her breasts tighter together and glided them slowly up and down his length. The silky heat made him groan again despite himself.
Her hooded eyes met his. “No, don’t look away,” she whispered. “I want you to look at me, Seamus. The one who pleases you is me right now not that wench!”
She squeezed harder, sliding her breasts upward, the friction delicious and unbearable at once.
Every few strokes, her tongue flicked against the sensitive underside of his shaft, teasing him, punishing him.
Seamus’ hands clenched the sheets, knuckles white. “Viviane ... damn ... you’re going to drive me insane,” he rasped.
Viviane leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth, sucking just enough to make his hips jerk. Pulling back, she let her breath fan across the wet skin.
“Do you feel it now?” she whispered. “I’m going to erase her from you, Seamus. Erase every other woman from your mind.”
Seamus swallowed hard, his grip tightening in her hair as her breasts resumed their rhythm, slick and warm around him.
“More Viviane, make me cum with your mouth and that sexy tits.”
She nodded and quickened her pace now, the soft press of her skin and the wet glide of her tongue combining into maddening rhythm.
Seamus trembled, his hips bucking involuntarily. “Oh fuck, Viviane...” he groaned, his voice cracking.
“Mmm ... you’re so close,” she whispered, gliding him deeper between her breasts.
“I can feel you throbbing. You’re always so easy when it’s me. Men really are weak to tits, aren’t they?”
He tried to hold on, but the pleasure was relentless. The pressure of her breasts, the teasing licks, and that naughty smirk of hers.
Viviane leaned forward, taking him fully into her mouth while still milking him with her breasts.