harder.
“Welcome home, Mr. Fabiano. I’ve been waiting for you,” the half-naked brunette cooed.
Her wavy hair stopped just short of her white breasts, exposing her taut nipples. Her stomach was flat and smooth, her hips barely holding onto her black lace panties. She leaned against the glass, parting her garter-clad thighs just enough to reveal the slit down the middle of her panties. Charlie knew me too well. She even had on fishnet stockings and five-inch black pumps. Fuck, this was going to be fun.
Her eyes called to me, begging me to devour her. I undressed slowly as I walked toward her, my dick fully erect. “Ciao, bella.”
I caught her scent before I reached her—blood mixed with cheap perfume. I could hear her heart race. She licked her lips and traced her fingers around her nipples, goading me. In one swift move, I flipped her around, pressing her tits up against the glass, and slipped my fingers between her thighs. Damn, she was so wet. The window fogged from her heavy breath. I reached around for her breasts and squeezed. The raspy moan that escaped from her lips sent me into a frenzy.
It was in these moments of raw desire that I forgot how miserable I was. She backed her hips into me, urging me. “I need it, please.”
I slid my finger down the string between her ass and moved it to the side. “Bend over,” I whispered into her ear. Her body shuddered as she leaned over the chair next to us. Hunger and desire took over. I pushed inside. She was so warm and wet. I almost came right then.
I used her hips to anchor me as I slid in and out, faster, and harder with each thrust. She cried out, bracing herself on the arms of the chair. Her ass bounced up and down, sending shivers up my shaft. The tip of my dick tingled as the blood rushed through, swelling, ready to burst. I couldn’t hold it in much longer. Vampire senses heightened everything. The slightest touch could send me into an orgasm. This chick was saying all the right things and moaning at all the right times. “Harder,” she pleaded.
And I lost it. I pounded into her, my fingers digging into her hips so deep it left red marks on her white skin. “Yeah, there we go,” I muttered. The tingling intensified and I squeezed into her, crying out with each ripple of pleasure.
She grunted and dragged her nails across the velvet chair, writhing and rising her hips toward me. “Yes.” I grinded into her as I came. Fuck, she was good.
I ran my fingers down her spine and then pulled out slow. The brunette giggled as she reached for her coat, wasting no time to get out of there. “We should do that again sometime.”
She was good, but not that good. Yet I always placated them at the end. I laid back on my couch, still naked, and let out an exasperated sigh. “Charlie will call you when I’m back in town, bella. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get some sleep. I have a long day tomorrow,” I lied.
Vampires didn’t sleep. But if she stayed any longer, I was going to want to feed on her. After sex, the thirst for blood was stronger. And if I drank from her, I’d have to either kill her or turn her. I couldn’t let a human run around knowing our secrets. Knowing we existed. There was no telling what would happen if the world were to find out that vampires were real.
She didn’t bat an eyelash, as if she were used to these sorts of arrangements. She got off, got me off, and Charlie would make sure she was taken care of in other ways. Maybe she needed a favor or an introduction that could help her career. Either way, we were using each other. That’s how it always was.
Without bothering to dress, I poured myself a glass of bourbon and gazed out the window. Alone at last and that’s how I preferred it. It was the only way I could ensure that no one got too attached. Myself included. Immortality had its benefits. Emotional connection was not one of them. There was a time when connection was all I wanted. Someone to cling to in the eternal darkness. I thought I’d found her. The perfect mate. I still remember the fear in her once loving eyes as I fed her my blood. The