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Terrance is fascinated with the vampires of Blue Moon House. When a fire leaves them homeless, he seizes the opportunity to put them in his debt and himself into their hearts. They agree to his proposition of a new house in America and set off on a voyage of wonder, danger and pleasure.
Terrance hadn’t indulged before, but tonight was his birthday and in celebration, his father had offered to pay for as many women as he desired.
The old man was in another of these rooms, though Terrance tried not to think about that. He hated being reminded that it had been his father who had seen him spurned by most girls and introduced him to the whorehouses. Oddly, immediately after his first night with Lynn he had been approached by a woman at a party. The old man had said it was a change in his stance, his posture. He claimed a woman knew when a man could handle them properly. Terrance also knew how his father handled women. Mother had been rarely without a bruise somewhere on her body, when she was still alive.
He drove thoughts of his parents out of his head, instead focusing on Lynn who was spread lusciously before him. He would please more than one woman, and he would do it without bruising a single one of them. Twisting, he lay back on the bed, positioning himself under Lynn. He flicked his tongue up, catching her skin between his lips and rolling it. She gave a short cry, which encouraged him to continue. He stopped long enough to look at Amelia, still using her hands and mouth.
“Climb on if you like,” he offered, smiling.
Amelia needed no more encouragement. Terrance wondered if it was his arousal or that of her colleagues that had her so eager. It didn’t really matter, just as long as she wrapped her legs around his hips, covered him with her hot, damp skin.
She did, and he groaned into Lynn’s sex. The vampire did the same and pushed her hips down, crushing herself against his face.
He brought his hands up to cup her ass, holding her in place as she rocked on his outstretched tongue.
Angelica Dawson, bestselling Naughty Nights Press author, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards -- mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires. She can be found on Facebook, Twitter and her blog, where she regularly posts excerpts from published works as well as those in progress.
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