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Authors: Alexis Shore
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Paranormal, vampire, paranormal romance, paranormal erotic romance, Erotic Romance, erotic trilogy
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pussy and urged herself deeper on down, gagging slightly as she got so close to his balls, before letting him out with a loud, wet gasp.
Chloe had waited too long, and wanted to fuck it now.
So, she swung her legs over his lap, the steering wheel pressing into her naked back, all eyes on her now, and grabbed his head, pulling his face to her nipple, as she gyrated against his prick, massaging her wet lips around its shape, wanting him inside so badly.
When he bit that nipple, she couldn’t wait any longer, and she pushed herself all the way down his length.
The noise she made was so deep, so guttural, so aroused, that his nails dug into her buttocks and he moaned through her nipple.
He was so hot inside her, so big, so amazing, she lost all thought of the box of condoms on the dash behind them. Now she just wanted to ride it and feel it twitching inside her.
And so she did.
Her hips worked hard and fast, pulling his face between her tits, making the car rock on its springs, plunging up and down his massive cock, loving every inch of it so hard and swollen inside of her.
He wasn’t going to last much longer, she knew it, and she didn’t care.
It swelled inside her, and his whole body stiffened. She begged him to do it, and he did, that twitch within making her swear with wonder, but not come, even as his hot cream filled her up.
The moment she’d milked every last drop of him, she pulled herself off with a wondrous shiver, and fumbled her clothes back on, not even bothering with her underwear, leaving it for him as a thank you. She hadn’t even done up her blouse as she kicked open the door and climbed out.
Bodies were disappearing into the woods, fleeing as she crunched along the gravel, bunching her blouse even as the cold LA night air tickled at her deeply aroused nipples.
As hooks up go, that one had been pretty good; at least better than it had promised when it first began.
Chloe found the tree she had stashed her bag behind, and was pleased to see it still sitting in the dark shadow of its ageing and gnarled trunk. A long gulp of her bottled water and then she started to strip naked, loving the chill against her still red hot skin.
She knew she was late already, even as she pulled on her belt, feeling the weight of her gun and radio on her hips. She loved going to work wet and without underwear, and she smiled as she pinned the shield across her heart.
The black cop’s uniform was a little too small for her swollen tits, and she knew her aching nipples were poking hard through it. Hopefully they would have calmed down by the time anyone saw her.
She tossed her bag over her shoulder and took the walk down the hill, finding the cruiser where they’d parked it. She popped the trunk and tossed her bag in, before wandering into the diner.
Her partner, Patrick, sat on his usual stall, mopping his chin with a napkin, the remnants of his burrito in tatters before him.
She climbed onto the stool beside him and put her elbows on the counter.
“Everything sorted?” he asked, referring to the lie she had used to excuse herself from their night time lunch break.
She shrugged, feeling the come inside her.
“Been another,” he said, gesturing with his chin to the tiny TV up in the corner.
The ticker crawled along the bottom of the screen, announcing the name of a new victim in the Southland Slayings.
“Can I get a Coke?” she said.
Two
H unter lurked.
It’s what he did, always in the shadows, somewhere in the background, watching, waiting, ready to move.
The moon hung in the sky, a full silver disc, like an old fashioned coin, hanging in a sky tainted orange by the night lights of Los Angeles. A single wispy cloud passed across its face, and deep within the line of trees, Hunter knew now was the time.
He hunched down and scooped up a handful of dry mud, letting it fall between his fingers, piling onto a dried leaf at his feet.
There was the faint but familiar odour clinging to the air, tickling
Chloe had waited too long, and wanted to fuck it now.
So, she swung her legs over his lap, the steering wheel pressing into her naked back, all eyes on her now, and grabbed his head, pulling his face to her nipple, as she gyrated against his prick, massaging her wet lips around its shape, wanting him inside so badly.
When he bit that nipple, she couldn’t wait any longer, and she pushed herself all the way down his length.
The noise she made was so deep, so guttural, so aroused, that his nails dug into her buttocks and he moaned through her nipple.
He was so hot inside her, so big, so amazing, she lost all thought of the box of condoms on the dash behind them. Now she just wanted to ride it and feel it twitching inside her.
And so she did.
Her hips worked hard and fast, pulling his face between her tits, making the car rock on its springs, plunging up and down his massive cock, loving every inch of it so hard and swollen inside of her.
He wasn’t going to last much longer, she knew it, and she didn’t care.
It swelled inside her, and his whole body stiffened. She begged him to do it, and he did, that twitch within making her swear with wonder, but not come, even as his hot cream filled her up.
The moment she’d milked every last drop of him, she pulled herself off with a wondrous shiver, and fumbled her clothes back on, not even bothering with her underwear, leaving it for him as a thank you. She hadn’t even done up her blouse as she kicked open the door and climbed out.
Bodies were disappearing into the woods, fleeing as she crunched along the gravel, bunching her blouse even as the cold LA night air tickled at her deeply aroused nipples.
As hooks up go, that one had been pretty good; at least better than it had promised when it first began.
Chloe found the tree she had stashed her bag behind, and was pleased to see it still sitting in the dark shadow of its ageing and gnarled trunk. A long gulp of her bottled water and then she started to strip naked, loving the chill against her still red hot skin.
She knew she was late already, even as she pulled on her belt, feeling the weight of her gun and radio on her hips. She loved going to work wet and without underwear, and she smiled as she pinned the shield across her heart.
The black cop’s uniform was a little too small for her swollen tits, and she knew her aching nipples were poking hard through it. Hopefully they would have calmed down by the time anyone saw her.
She tossed her bag over her shoulder and took the walk down the hill, finding the cruiser where they’d parked it. She popped the trunk and tossed her bag in, before wandering into the diner.
Her partner, Patrick, sat on his usual stall, mopping his chin with a napkin, the remnants of his burrito in tatters before him.
She climbed onto the stool beside him and put her elbows on the counter.
“Everything sorted?” he asked, referring to the lie she had used to excuse herself from their night time lunch break.
She shrugged, feeling the come inside her.
“Been another,” he said, gesturing with his chin to the tiny TV up in the corner.
The ticker crawled along the bottom of the screen, announcing the name of a new victim in the Southland Slayings.
“Can I get a Coke?” she said.
Two
H unter lurked.
It’s what he did, always in the shadows, somewhere in the background, watching, waiting, ready to move.
The moon hung in the sky, a full silver disc, like an old fashioned coin, hanging in a sky tainted orange by the night lights of Los Angeles. A single wispy cloud passed across its face, and deep within the line of trees, Hunter knew now was the time.
He hunched down and scooped up a handful of dry mud, letting it fall between his fingers, piling onto a dried leaf at his feet.
There was the faint but familiar odour clinging to the air, tickling
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