Page 7 of Hunting My Vampire

Then he moved up the inside of my legs and I could feel his tongue, butterfly light, flicking and licking inside, probing deeper. It was agony, I felt myself calling out to him to fuck me, not to keep me waiting.

He stood back, pulling away, looking at me with his hair disheveled, his eyes dark with lust.

“You want this?” he asked me and I nodded.

“Yes,” I said, “Yes, please.”

“How much?” he asked me, daring me to beg him.

I leaned forward and grabbed him, pulling him closer, felt his huge cock straining against his pants. I loosened the belt, pushed his pants down and took hold of his cock and put it in my mouth. I heard him gasp above me.

I leaned back and he came closer, turning me over in a fluid, quick movement. I was lying face down on the dirty surface, oil and grease smearing into my skin. Jack Beaufort opened my legs and entered me from behind. I felt an exquisite burst of pleasure as he moved inside of me, thrusting deeper and deeper. Waves of pleasure built higher and higher, coursing through my body and I couldn’t think of anything besides the unbelievable pleasure I was feeling.

I could feel the climax building and our bodies were moving in rhythm, dancing together, slick with sweat and exertion. When the release came, it was like an explosion inside of me, a wave crashing down and wiping out everything inside of me. I felt my body shake and convulse and our bodies were moving together, falling through space, tumbling back to earth.

I had never had sex like this before. Explosive and rough, almost animal-like.

This was incredible.

It was unbelievable.

It was a while before I could think clearly and form coherent thoughts. The first thing I did think, was how tired I was. I had not felt this tired in ages. All I could think of was how I had to get to my bed. I wanted to sleep forever.

I couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

Chapter Four

Jack

As soon as I came through the door I was confronted by Charlotte.

“Where have you been?” she asked me in her clipped, British voice.

She was draped over my living room couch, elegant limbs arranged artfully for maximum effect. She wore a white pant suit, her golden hair cascading in perfect waves over her shoulder. Everything was a drama production with Charlotte. I was used to it by now and didn’t fall for it, walking straight past her to my dresser, for some of my special refreshment.

I was on a high following my encounter with Kaya. I wouldn’t let anyone bring me down.

Not even Charlotte.

“Did Natania not get hold of you?” I asked casually. “I asked her to let you know that I had other plans.”

I heard Charlotte walk up to me.

“I hoped you would change them,” she said in a pouty voice I hated. She put her arm around my waist, leaning her head against my back. I had to resist the urge to shake her off like a wet towel.

Gently extricating myself from her, I said, “I thought you couldn’t come this weekend?”

She gave an exaggerated sigh “Oh, Jeremy said he wanted me to meet some producer friend of his but I decided to blow him off. I would rather be with you.”

She looked at me expectantly but I did not respond.

“I thought we could go to Molton, book the penthouse and the spa, have a party?”

No, I thought, that wouldn’t work at all.

All I could think about was Kaya and seeing her again.

After our wonderful coupling she had rushed off mumbling something about having to go. It didn’t give me cause for concern, really. I was aware of some women being emotional afterwards, wanting their own space, being overwhelmed by the intensity of these experiences. They usually came round rather quickly. I was anticipating the same behavior with Kaya. Once she replayed our tryst in her mind, I had no doubt she would want more and come back to me wanting.

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