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Authors: Marilyn Lee
Tags: Erótica
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Beyond nice. Her last waking memory was of him gently caressing her ass and whispering something indistinct against her ear.
Hunger for Brandi’s blood and pussy kept Adrian too sexually frustrated to relax or sleep. Once he was certain she slept soundly, he gently rolled her off his body and onto her side. Then he rose and quickly left the bedroom. He went out to his car naked, enjoying the cool May breeze on his skin.
He stood for a time, staring up at the stars. Maybe the cool air would brush away the cobwebs, allowing him to think clearly. It didn’t. Instead of drinking in the beauty of the night, all he could think about was how close Brandi was. She didn’t want any more sex that night, but there was always the following day. All day.
He retrieved his charcoals and large pad from his briefcase before returning to the bedroom.
He turned on the bedside lamp, leaned over Brandi and whispered a soft command in her ear. “Sleep, honey.” Satisfied she wouldn’t waken, he gently positioned her on her back with her knees bent.
He leaned over her and tasted her warm, soft lips twice before he kissed a moist path down her body. He tongued each nipple before moving down to her belly. Dragging his tongue over it, he kissed her pussy. Still not satisfied, he thrust his tongue inside her.
She moaned in her sleep.
After a last quick lap at her pussy, he forced himself to straighten. Returning to the chair where they’d shared their first taste of ecstasy, he studied her. Miles of smooth, rich, soft as silk chocolate skin made his cock harden. Damn, how could she look so innocent and sexy at the same time?
He couldn’t remember the last time a human woman had so enchanted or enraptured him. The thought of the weekend ending and their going their separate ways held little appeal. The thought of other cocks sliding in and out of her infuriated him.
Get a damn grip, Redwolfe. She’s a good lay. Hell, she’s a great lay, but that’s all she is. A great lay. There are plenty more like her. Don’t go letting a taste of superb pussy make you lose your head.
He picked up his charcoal and pad from the floor. He sketched her slowly, taking care to get each stroke right. When the weekend was over, this was all he would have as a reminder.
He studied the finished sketch and decided it was only adequate and didn’t really capture her true beauty or her sensuality. But it was the best he could do. After a moment’s hesitation, he titled it, Sleeping Brandi.
Noting his seed seeping out of her, he inhaled and did another sketch. He swelled her belly and gave her heavier breasts and a slightly fuller face in the second sketch. That one he entitled, Brandi—Having My Baby?
He frowned. Something was missing. Lying down his charcoal he studied her in silence. A slow smile spread across his face. He picked up a white charcoal pencil to add a hint of his seed seeping from her body.
Years earlier an old vamp had told him that there was no more appetizing aroma in the world than that of a fertile woman spilling the seed of an in blood vampire who had just impregnated her. Was Brandi fertile? Was some of his sperm even now swimming inside her in search of an egg to fertilize?
He traced a finger over her swelling belly on the sketch. How would she react if she knew the implications of his secreting blood? He laid the sketches aside, rose, and stalked across the room to the bed, his cock aching, his balls heavy with need. He leaned over her and pressed a soft kiss against her thigh.
“ Adrian …” she murmured his name.
Unable to resist the lure of her wet treasure so close, he turned his head and licked her slit several times. Moisture filled her pussy. He nibbled her clit once before he thrust his tongue inside her to lap at the sweet heat of her pussy.
“Hmmm…” She rotated her ass in her sleep.
He kissed her pussy and
Beyond nice. Her last waking memory was of him gently caressing her ass and whispering something indistinct against her ear.
Hunger for Brandi’s blood and pussy kept Adrian too sexually frustrated to relax or sleep. Once he was certain she slept soundly, he gently rolled her off his body and onto her side. Then he rose and quickly left the bedroom. He went out to his car naked, enjoying the cool May breeze on his skin.
He stood for a time, staring up at the stars. Maybe the cool air would brush away the cobwebs, allowing him to think clearly. It didn’t. Instead of drinking in the beauty of the night, all he could think about was how close Brandi was. She didn’t want any more sex that night, but there was always the following day. All day.
He retrieved his charcoals and large pad from his briefcase before returning to the bedroom.
He turned on the bedside lamp, leaned over Brandi and whispered a soft command in her ear. “Sleep, honey.” Satisfied she wouldn’t waken, he gently positioned her on her back with her knees bent.
He leaned over her and tasted her warm, soft lips twice before he kissed a moist path down her body. He tongued each nipple before moving down to her belly. Dragging his tongue over it, he kissed her pussy. Still not satisfied, he thrust his tongue inside her.
She moaned in her sleep.
After a last quick lap at her pussy, he forced himself to straighten. Returning to the chair where they’d shared their first taste of ecstasy, he studied her. Miles of smooth, rich, soft as silk chocolate skin made his cock harden. Damn, how could she look so innocent and sexy at the same time?
He couldn’t remember the last time a human woman had so enchanted or enraptured him. The thought of the weekend ending and their going their separate ways held little appeal. The thought of other cocks sliding in and out of her infuriated him.
Get a damn grip, Redwolfe. She’s a good lay. Hell, she’s a great lay, but that’s all she is. A great lay. There are plenty more like her. Don’t go letting a taste of superb pussy make you lose your head.
He picked up his charcoal and pad from the floor. He sketched her slowly, taking care to get each stroke right. When the weekend was over, this was all he would have as a reminder.
He studied the finished sketch and decided it was only adequate and didn’t really capture her true beauty or her sensuality. But it was the best he could do. After a moment’s hesitation, he titled it, Sleeping Brandi.
Noting his seed seeping out of her, he inhaled and did another sketch. He swelled her belly and gave her heavier breasts and a slightly fuller face in the second sketch. That one he entitled, Brandi—Having My Baby?
He frowned. Something was missing. Lying down his charcoal he studied her in silence. A slow smile spread across his face. He picked up a white charcoal pencil to add a hint of his seed seeping from her body.
Years earlier an old vamp had told him that there was no more appetizing aroma in the world than that of a fertile woman spilling the seed of an in blood vampire who had just impregnated her. Was Brandi fertile? Was some of his sperm even now swimming inside her in search of an egg to fertilize?
He traced a finger over her swelling belly on the sketch. How would she react if she knew the implications of his secreting blood? He laid the sketches aside, rose, and stalked across the room to the bed, his cock aching, his balls heavy with need. He leaned over her and pressed a soft kiss against her thigh.
“ Adrian …” she murmured his name.
Unable to resist the lure of her wet treasure so close, he turned his head and licked her slit several times. Moisture filled her pussy. He nibbled her clit once before he thrust his tongue inside her to lap at the sweet heat of her pussy.
“Hmmm…” She rotated her ass in her sleep.
He kissed her pussy and
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