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  As her heart rate and breath slowed, Liz opened her eyes just as they touched down on the balcony. Groggily she wiped at the light dotting of perspiration above her lip, a wave of dizziness overcoming her as she felt Skylar’s embrace behind her slacken. Nearly stumbling, she was grateful for the feel of Skylar’s hand on her arm, steadying her before curving around her shoulders and turning her around to face him. Suggestively he licked the cum from the fingers of his free hand, the expression on his face creaming her pussy again.

  “Told you I’d warm you up.”

  Lightly dragging his hand down from her elbow and along her forearm to clasp her hand, Skylar wordlessly led Liz into the penthouse suite from the balcony on which they stood. Across the dimly lit living space they went, heading toward a passageway to another room. En route Liz tripped over several books and papers covered with scrawled bits of writing that scattered the floor.

  “One of those hybrid reader-writers?” she jokingly asked

  “It’s a passion.”

  At the word, Liz weathered yet another tremor of her pussy.

  Just as they reached the hallway, Skylar turned and edged Liz against the wall. The moonlight from a nearby window was the only illumination in the area but Liz could nevertheless clearly decipher the hunger in Skylar’s eyes.

  Letting go of her hand, Skylar unfastened the clasp at her throat, easing the lace cape off her shoulders to let it fall in a heap on the floor behind her. Unbuttoning his own shirt, he took her hand once more while his gaze held hers as tightly as his arms had only moments earlier. Bringing her fingers up to his bare chest, he pressed her palm against his warm smooth flesh. His hand atop hers, he guided her touch down and up his torso, dusting across first one erect nipple then the other before heading down again.

  Farther south he went this time, steering her hand over the band of his jeans and onto the massive bulge that strained against the soft denim. Pushing her hand harder under his, Skylar made her rub his throbbing hard-on, Liz finding her touch frustratingly veiled behind the layer of cloth. Liz tried to control her erratic breathing, her mouth and throat suddenly so dry she couldn’t swallow, but her breath would not be steadied.

  Not long after, Skylar released his grip on her hand for a brief second to unbutton his jeans and liberate his pulsing cock—a huge, thick rigid pole that practically sprang out of his pants to seemingly reach out for her. Grabbing her hand once more, he closed her fingers around his jerking rod and, with his hand closed over hers, together they began stroking his stiff staff from base to head.

  Liz leaned back against the wall, her pussy now agonizingly pulsing at the sight and feel of Skylar’s cock. Through Skylar’s hands-on tutelage, Liz adjusted her hold on him, tightening her grip here, applying more pressure there and giving the bulbous crimson head of his now-twitching penis a little twist for extra friction every few strokes. Somewhere in his dark eyes, she could recognize the telltale look of pleasure that, contrary to his otherwise immobile face, told her she was giving him one hell of a good hand job. Harder and faster she pumped, feeling his rod stiffen even more in her hand, her cunt twitching and contracting with the desperate need to fill her hot, soaking channel with his long, thick cock.

  Without thinking, Liz lazily reached down with her free hand between her own legs, the feel of Skylar’s fingers lightly closing around her wrist filling her with a flash of disappointment.

  “Uh-uh, baby. Only I get to do that. And only when I say. Now get on your knees.”

  Liz hit the deck in a flash, coming face-to-face with Skylar’s cock that now, at eye level, looked huge. The pale color of his skin sharply contrasted with the distended purple vein that coursed down his bobbing hard length. The droplet of cum nestled in the slit on its swollen discolored head made Liz salivate.

  “I want you to suck me.”

  No kidding.

  He didn’t have to say it twice.

  Opening her mouth wide, Liz closed her lips over his ten-inch taut tool. Willing herself to relax, she allowed the globe of his smooth sensitive head to slide down her throat as she slowly lowered herself all the way down to the dark curls. She sucked her mouth and cheeks in as she went. A soft sigh met her ears as she reversed her course, her tongue swirling around his cock even while she sucked all the way back up to the tip again. Repeating the same movement over and over again, Liz took her cue from Skylar’s previous assault on her pussy and bobbed her mouth up and down his shuddering shaft at different speeds and rhythms. One pattern in particular that went slow, slow, quick, quick, quick, quick, had Skylar grabbing the back of her head with both hands and driving her mouth harder onto his rod. Cupping her hands to lightly squeeze his balls, she worked to urge the cum out of them and up into his rock-hard cock.

  With a snarl, Skylar pulled out of her mouth and grabbed Liz, hauling her to her feet. He picked her up and in a moment they were in his bedroom. Lit by a series of wall sconces around the windowless space, they were soon lying on a gigantic black satin bed with matching pillows, Liz on her back with Skylar kneeling between her legs.

  “You think you can just suck my cock like that and get away with it?”

  Skylar’s fingers trembled slightly as he unlaced her corset-like bodice, his dark eyes blazing as his fangs, now fully elongated, protruded sexily over the curve of his bottom lip, his heated pole dancing above her belly.

  With the ties loosened, Skylar’s knuckles skimmed her heaving breasts to grab hold of the purple fabric of her dress. In a flash, he tore the garment open, leaving Liz bare beneath him save for her garter belt, nylons and boots. Grabbing the rounded spheres of her ass, he hoisted her legs up, each one over one of his shoulders, the position rolling Liz back on hers.

  “Turnabout’s fair play. I’m going to lick your pussy like it’s never been licked before. And I’ve got to tell you,” he said, as he eyed the sight before him, “that is a pussy in dire need of a good licking.”

  Liz writhed, her legs splayed out on either side of Skylar’s head, quaking as he flashed her a devilish grin. Then oh-so slowly he dipped his face down into her drenched cavern. Starting with long slow licks, Skylar bathed her from front to back, riding her bucking pelvis like a pro. When Liz’s inner thighs tensed and unconsciously tried to clamp together, Skylar’s hands reached up to firmly push them even farther apart.

  “Uh-uh,” he said softly, his voice reproachfully sultry, “keep ‘em spread nice and wide.”

  He sucked firmly on Liz’s clit that, by now, had blossomed up to twice its normal size. His supernatural tongue vibrated against the puffed-up bud at such a rate it made an electronic device seem sluggish and was more than enough to make her come. But hell bent on reducing her to a flopping, twitching, moaning mess, Skylar plunged his middle fingers in and out of her sopping channel, imitating the sharp, hard thrusting motions of a cock. The orgasm that followed racked Liz’s body, making her howl and spasm, her legs flopping helplessly about his broad shoulders as her pelvis instinctively pressed toward the sweet suction between her legs.

  Reversing his strategy, Skylar moved his mouth down to her quivering cavity and covering her inner lips with his own, he French-kissed her eager vagina while his fingers stroked and teased her engorged nub until she came again—faster, harder and louder—the inhumanly fast flickers of his tongue inside her center rocking her very soul.

  He alternated his two tongue-tickling tactics, holding her legs wide open, his dark head moving rhythmically from one site to the other, giving her little or no time to rest, pausing only when he had urged thirteen back-to-back, full-blown orgasms from her body.

  Gasping and red-faced, Liz lay lifelessly spread out before him, her head whirling, her pulse racing. When her eyes finally opened, she saw Skylar’s gorgeous face still hovering before her well-worked-over cunt and staring up at her from his intimate vantage point.

  “Want more?”

  Oh God, please, no.

  And yet at the sound of his voice and the suggestion within the
question, Liz felt her pussy contract in response. Almost as if he had heard her cunt’s call for further attention, Skylar looked down as he wiped Liz’s juice from his mouth. Taking note of the cum that still seeped from her inflamed scarlet lips, he leaned forward and blew very lightly at the entrance to her body. Automatically it seized, contracting in response to him. Skylar grinned.

  “Looks like a ‘yes’ to me.”

  Gently easing her trembling legs from his shoulders down onto the bed, he stood, stripped off his clothes and boots and then stretched out on top of her, the weight of his cock digging into her pelvis as he reached behind one of the pillows and pulled out a bottle of lube. Rising to his knees, he squirted a gob of the jelly into one hand before tossing the bottle aside and applying the lotion to his gigantic member, which now stuck straight out like a white marble pillar.

  “You do this a lot?” Liz breathed, her eyes moving from the lube’s former location under the pillow to his hand which, curled in a tight fist, began a slow steady pump of his insistent pole.

  Skylar was going to say “none of your fucking business” but for the second time that night, his words deceived him.

  “Sometimes. When I’m alone. But not with someone, never for someone.”

  Liz couldn’t help but feel flattered.

  “So you’re putting on a show for me?”

  Skylar’s eyes penetrated hers.

  “If you like watching, bonus. But I’m doing this to get myself real big and hard for you.”

  Liz’s eyes enlarged as her gaze fell down to the mammoth object of Skylar’s attention.

  Could it get any bigger or harder?

  Working the glistening cream up and down along the staggering length of his distended shaft, Skylar then proceeded to tug with more speed and harshness than Liz would have thought a man could take. But with his eyes glazing over and his breath now coming in heavy hard gasps, Skylar certainly seemed to be enjoying it.

  And by God, so was she.

  As she watched every yank on his rod, Liz’s cunt reacted, clutching and creaming and just one heartbeat away from coming. Worse yet, or better depending on your point of view, his strategy seemed to be working. Responding to the insistent and fierce friction of his hand, Skylar’s cock appeared to have both widened and lengthened, the skin stretching to accommodate at least another inch in length and width, the fascinating monster now deeply discolored and positively pounding with the blood that had been urged into it.

  “Yeah,” he murmured softly. “There we go. Now I’m ready for you.”

  Stretching out over her, his hands finding and raising her knees around either side of his waist, Skylar took hold of his gargantuan tool with one hand, pressing the bulging shape of its nearly purple head against Liz’s clit. Rubbing it back and forth, he bent over and suckled the excruciatingly hard nipple of her right breast, his free hand caressing and kneading the full flesh.

  Groaning, Liz clutched at his hips, silently willing his cock into her saturated slit, even while she grappled with the uncertainty of how to accommodate his exceptional size.

  “Yeah, I know, baby,” he murmured, his lips and teeth moving against the crumpled tip of her nipple. “You want it bad, don’t you? Your pussy’s just throbbing for my cock, isn’t it?”

  Liz bit her lip hard, her teeth chattering in excitement and nervousness. Prolonging her agony, Skylar played with her a little more, moving one of her hands from his hips to close around his massive pole and move up and down its length.

  “Feel that. It’s like steel, huh? Long and hard and thick. Mmm. Imagine what all this will feel like deep inside you.”

  Liz’s eyes fluttered shut, her hips reflexively pulsing forward to make short little thrusts as her aching cunt grabbed at the imaginary rod inside it.

  “Yes,” Skylar continued. “It’s going to feel so good. But you got to tell me what you want me to do. Tell me you want me to fuck you, fuck you good.”

  Liz could barely breathe with lust, let alone talk.

  “Say it, baby, or it isn’t going to happen.”

  With a moan, Liz breathed out the words he requested of her even as he continued to rub the tip of his cock against her eager clitoris.

  “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me good!”

  Without another moment’s delay, Skylar dragged his shuddering shaft down from her clit to the welcoming gap below it. With one slow movement, he eased his hips forward, sliding himself into the chasm of her slippery tight center.

  “Ahhh,” Liz cried out as the weight and width and length of his immense cock filled and stretched her snug, seizing channel. Scratching at his shoulders and back, she squeezed her eyes shut at the pleasure-tinged pain that speared up the center of her body.

  “Easy, girl,” Skylar whispered with a tenderness that caught him off guard, “just relax.” Lightly massaging her hips and back, he felt Liz unclench her pelvis, allowing him to enter her fully. “That’s it. Open up for me.”

  Withdrawing almost all the way out, Skylar thrust into Liz again, this time a little faster and harder, burying himself in her all the way down to his balls. Her winded groan melded with his own.

  “I know, I know,” Skylar breathed, his head extending back even as his hips continued to press forward, pushing himself deeper. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

  Liz didn’t have time to answer, for Skylar, now confident Liz could take him all, began a strong, steady thrusting action, his strong hands clasping her ass to hold her still while his unyielding rigidity pummeled her swollen pussy over and over again.

  As her whimpering and tremors hinted at Liz’s approaching climax, Skylar shifted slightly, pulling her pelvis a bit higher so the angle of his thrusts would create an even greater friction on her sensitized clit. The movement sent Liz over the edge and she grabbed onto Skylar’s shoulders as another series of intense spasms turned her into a bucking rag doll in his arms, her inner core clenching uncontrollably around his thumping cock.

  Triggered by the feel of Liz’s satiny vagina grasping all around his engorged, ready-to-burst cock and the sight of her face as she came hard, her body quaking uncontrollably, Skylar began hammering into her with rare abandon.

  Reaching forward, he bit down into the side of her shoulder as he pumped vigorously, the taste of her rich, hot blood further heightening his intense excitement. On he sucked and pumped while the hot currents fired through his body.

  As he felt the mounting pressure in his balls, drawing them up hard and tight within his sac, he held his breath in amazement.

  There was no two ways about it. He was going to come and from the heaviness in his groin, he was going to come real good.

  And a lot.

  He knew that his orgasm was imminent and even if he stopped everything right now, his body had taken over and he would still come

  But he never got off until he was ready. It was like flipping a light switch controlled by him and him alone. Hell, he could even fuck mortals senseless for hours on end and then walk out stiff as a board only to jack off at home later. There was no mistaking the feeling that coursed through him now though. No matter what he did, he was going to come right now and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. Including him. Despising this ultimate lapse in control, Skylar cursed himself for the feelings that arose in him. He had never expected to feel so strongly about this woman. It had been ages since he had allowed another to participate in his sexual release and now, here he was, with the situation taken right out of his hands.

  His cock was ready to explode into the wet hot chasm of Liz’s clutching cunt. Closing his eyes, he waited, moaning a split second later at the sound that only a supernatural being could detect—that of the internal pump propelling semen up from his bloated swaying balls into his jerking rod to be forcibly expelled from the narrow slit on his shaft’s head. A heartbeat later he groaned loudly, his body embracing Liz’s while he repeatedly erupted into the center of her vagina, a series of sharp, cadenced spurts that seemed
to go on forever.

  And if anyone knew about forever, it was him.

  The pulsing internalized contractions of his body caused him to spasmodically thrust into her, out of control, instinctively driving his cock over and over again into the hot, tight wetness that surrounded him. Drawing Liz to him and delirious with rapture, he hotly licked at the holes his vampire kiss had made as the spasms finally lessened and then stopped altogether.

  Collapsing heavily, Skylar allowed his full weight to rest upon Liz’s warm, soft form.

  “Fuck me,” he breathed, his astonishment revealed in his tone.

  Liz made a little strangled laugh.

  “You got that right. Or was that a request? Either way, you’re going to have to get off me because I can’t breathe.”

  Skylar nodded and rolled off her onto his back for a moment before turning onto his side and propping his head up on his hand.

  “So, now,” he said with a grin that he hoped hid his need to take a step back. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

  Chapter Four

  The next afternoon Liz awoke in her bed back in her apartment. Extending her arms up to the ceiling and arching her back, she stretched languorously, reveling in the overworked and achy feeling that ran from the tips of her toes up to the top of her head—her breasts and still-not-fully recovered pussy having taken the brunt of Skylar’s amorous attack. At the thought of him, Liz’s mind recounted the events that followed last night’s enthusiastic sex-for-info session.

  After a lengthy getting-to-know-you conversation in which Skylar divulged the where, why, how and when of his turning while Liz, lying on her stomach and noshing on grapes, hungrily absorbed every remarkable detail of his two centuries on the planet, he had very graciously flown her home. As he had torn her thong and dress to literal shreds, she was naked except for his turquoise shirt which, on her, was the true epitome of a shirt dress, her black boots, garter and nylons strangely out of place against the cotton fabric of his shirt. On this second flight, Skylar held her close, his arms strong and secure about her torso as she was pressed chest to chest against his hard form, the position allowing her to drink in the remarkable view over his shoulder.