Page 4 of For One Night

Her light pink lips stretch into a smile. I reach forward and run my fingers through her silky red hair. Should I wrap it around my fist and see how she responds?

“I’m here for you,” she answers.

That’s enough of an answer for me. I tug her hair, sending the mystery woman to her knees. She peers up at me through her eyelashes.

Her tiny tongue slips out, wetting her lips. Her eyes lower to my rapidly growing bulge.

The pants between us disappear, baring my cock to her. Immediately, she springs forward and slips me between her lips. Her hot, sensuous mouth wraps around me until I am in complete awe of her.

She brings me to the back of her throat, swallowing around me.

I tighten my grip on her, moving her up and down my cock. When she swirls her tongue around my tip and I jerk.

Damn, she’s going to make me come too quick.

“I want to enjoy this, Red,” I say. “I want it to last.”

I can see mirth in her eyes when she starts humming. The sensation shoots right to my balls causing them to tighten.

I’m about to come down her throat when the scene in front of me disappears.

I jolt up in bed with a hard on sticking up in the blankets.

“Fuck!” I slam my hand down on the bed.

I didn’t even get to come from my luscious dream girl. Already, I can feel my balls going blue. She visits me in my dreams, making me obsessed with her.

I head to the shower, turning it on hot, before grabbing some shampoo. My hand drives up and down my cock. I picture my mystery girl, her red hair wrapped around my fist, her piercing eyes staring into mine and her soft hand cupping my balls. In my mind, I’m taking it further, picturing her underneath me.

I’m thrusting into her, feeling her tight pussy surrounding me.

The tension releases and I come all over my hand. It’s not quite the same as the real thing but at least I won’t spend my day in pain.

I finish up my shower and get dressed.

I’m supposed to meet Silas at the club we own. Halloween is one of our busiest nights of the year but we have management we trust so it’s also one of the few times we take the night off.

I’ll still have lots to prepare before I’m officially off but I plan to thoroughly enjoy my night.

I picture finding a girl to be with for real but my stomach turns at the idea of anyone besides my little red eyed demon. At the very least, I will need to feed tonight but once again nothing appeals to me except the mystery of her blood.

I put on a black suit, making sure I look presentable. It’s one of my quirks, needing to look my best. It comes from the days when presentation was everything.

When I get to the club, I’m reminded that Silas doesn’t see things the same way. He’s dressed in a backwards hat, jeans and a green t-shirt. His brawn is clearly showing in this outfit, and he looks good, but I could never. It’s not boss enough for me to feel like I’ll be respected by our employees.

He’s talking the bartender through something, but they finish up when I approach.

“How are you, man?” Silas says, clapping me on the shoulder.

“Fine. Everything going smoothly here?” I shift my shoulder, knocking his hand off. Wouldn’t want him to wrinkle my suit.

“Yup! All set up for tonight. Do you know what you’re going to dress up as?”

We walk to the door that leads up to our office.

I smirk. “A vampire.”

Silas bursts out laughing, grabbing his stomach to try to contain himself. I chuckle.

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