to four times more perceptive than those of a normal vampire, and he was easily able to penetrate the darkness.
Yup, someone was popcorn-and-Milk-Dudding it from over on the left by the staff entrance.
Time to wrap this up.
Immediately he took control, reaching in between their bodies, finding the woman’s sex, and teasing her up as he continued to penetrate her, making her come so hard she jacked her head back and slammed it into the door.
No orgasm for him.
But whatever. Somebody loitering around took this fun-and-games quickie into different territory, and that meant he had to cut the crap. Even if he didn’t get off.
He had a number of enemies thanks to his various associations.
And then there were…complications…that were all his own.
“Oh, my fucking
God—”
Going by the explosive exhale, all that torquing, and those pulses that gripped Trez’s thick cock, the dental assistant–paralegal–vet tech was having a rocking good time. He, however, had already pulled out of this nonsense mentally and might as well have been stalking out of the car, gunning for that—
It was a female. Yeah, whoever it was was definitely of feminine derivation—
Trez frowned as he realized who it was.
Shit.
Then again, at least it wasn’t a
lesser
. A
symphath
. A drug dealer he needed to take care of. A rival pimp with an opinion. A vampire who was out of line. iAm, his brother—
But nah. Just a harmless woman, and too bad there was no going back to his slice of bliss. Mood was ruined.
The dental assistant/paralegal/vet tech/hairdresser was panting likeshe’d tried to put a fireman hold on a piano. “That was…amazing…that…was…”
Trez pulled out and tucked his cock back behind his fly. Chances were good he was going to have a case of neon balls in a half hour, but he’d deal with that when it came.
“You’re incredible. You’re the most incredible—”
Trez let the barrage of silly words fall over him. “You, too, baby girl.”
He kissed her to make it seem like he cared—and he did, in a way. These human women he used mattered in the sense that they were living beings, worthy of respect and kindness by the simple virtue of their beating hearts. For a small while they let him use their bodies, and sometimes their veins, and he appreciated these gifts, which were always given willingly, and sometimes more than once.
And the latter was the problem that was standing over there.
Zipping up, Trez carefully maneuvered his big body around so he didn’t crush his ten-minute partner or give himself a craniotomy on the roof of the car.
Baby girl didn’t seem to want to move, however. She just lay there like a throw pillow against the seats, her legs still spread, her sex still ready, her breasts still out and about and defying gravity like two cantaloupes glued onto her rib cage.
Must be under the muscle, he thought.
“Let’s get you dressed,” he suggested, pulling the halves of her lace-up bustier together.
“You were so fantastic….”
She was like jelly—well, except for the hard-as-a-rock fake boobs—all malleable and agreeable, but utterly unhelpful as he put her back together, sat her up, and smoothed her extensions.
“This was fun, baby girl,” he murmured, and he meant it.
“Can I see you again?”
“Maybe.” He smiled at her tightly so that his fangs didn’t show. “I’m around.”
She purred like a cat at that, and then proceeded to recite her number, which he didn’t bother to memorize.
The sad truth about women like her was that they were a dime a dozen: In this city of several million, there had to be a couple hundred thousand twenty-somethings with tight asses and loose legs who werelooking for a good time. In fact, they were all just variations of the same person, which was why he needed to keep them fresh.
With so much in common, a revolving door of new supply was required to keep him interested.
Trez was out of the car a minute and a half later, and he
Yup, someone was popcorn-and-Milk-Dudding it from over on the left by the staff entrance.
Time to wrap this up.
Immediately he took control, reaching in between their bodies, finding the woman’s sex, and teasing her up as he continued to penetrate her, making her come so hard she jacked her head back and slammed it into the door.
No orgasm for him.
But whatever. Somebody loitering around took this fun-and-games quickie into different territory, and that meant he had to cut the crap. Even if he didn’t get off.
He had a number of enemies thanks to his various associations.
And then there were…complications…that were all his own.
“Oh, my fucking
God—”
Going by the explosive exhale, all that torquing, and those pulses that gripped Trez’s thick cock, the dental assistant–paralegal–vet tech was having a rocking good time. He, however, had already pulled out of this nonsense mentally and might as well have been stalking out of the car, gunning for that—
It was a female. Yeah, whoever it was was definitely of feminine derivation—
Trez frowned as he realized who it was.
Shit.
Then again, at least it wasn’t a
lesser
. A
symphath
. A drug dealer he needed to take care of. A rival pimp with an opinion. A vampire who was out of line. iAm, his brother—
But nah. Just a harmless woman, and too bad there was no going back to his slice of bliss. Mood was ruined.
The dental assistant/paralegal/vet tech/hairdresser was panting likeshe’d tried to put a fireman hold on a piano. “That was…amazing…that…was…”
Trez pulled out and tucked his cock back behind his fly. Chances were good he was going to have a case of neon balls in a half hour, but he’d deal with that when it came.
“You’re incredible. You’re the most incredible—”
Trez let the barrage of silly words fall over him. “You, too, baby girl.”
He kissed her to make it seem like he cared—and he did, in a way. These human women he used mattered in the sense that they were living beings, worthy of respect and kindness by the simple virtue of their beating hearts. For a small while they let him use their bodies, and sometimes their veins, and he appreciated these gifts, which were always given willingly, and sometimes more than once.
And the latter was the problem that was standing over there.
Zipping up, Trez carefully maneuvered his big body around so he didn’t crush his ten-minute partner or give himself a craniotomy on the roof of the car.
Baby girl didn’t seem to want to move, however. She just lay there like a throw pillow against the seats, her legs still spread, her sex still ready, her breasts still out and about and defying gravity like two cantaloupes glued onto her rib cage.
Must be under the muscle, he thought.
“Let’s get you dressed,” he suggested, pulling the halves of her lace-up bustier together.
“You were so fantastic….”
She was like jelly—well, except for the hard-as-a-rock fake boobs—all malleable and agreeable, but utterly unhelpful as he put her back together, sat her up, and smoothed her extensions.
“This was fun, baby girl,” he murmured, and he meant it.
“Can I see you again?”
“Maybe.” He smiled at her tightly so that his fangs didn’t show. “I’m around.”
She purred like a cat at that, and then proceeded to recite her number, which he didn’t bother to memorize.
The sad truth about women like her was that they were a dime a dozen: In this city of several million, there had to be a couple hundred thousand twenty-somethings with tight asses and loose legs who werelooking for a good time. In fact, they were all just variations of the same person, which was why he needed to keep them fresh.
With so much in common, a revolving door of new supply was required to keep him interested.
Trez was out of the car a minute and a half later, and he
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