Alpha Vampire Romance: Vampire’s Mate (Paranormal Shapeshifter Alpha Demon Vampire Romance) (Coming of Age Werewolf BBW Shifter Women’s Fiction Short Stories)

by Rebecca Abbott

  He was quite the specimen of a man. I wanted to open him up like a Christmas present in the morning. I didn’t want to be too presumptuous, but on the other hand, I wasn’t sure if this opportunity would present itself again. This might be exactly what I needed to shake things up in my life.

  This time, I was the one that attacked him and we rolled around on the edge of the pond with both of our feet getting completely soaked in the water.

  I straddled his waist and I could feel the presence of his manhood pressing up against me from underneath me. I knew that I was asking for trouble, but it didn’t matter. I was too far gone and his body was my wonderland that I was going to explore from the top of his head all the way to his toes.

  “I’ve never met a woman that knows what she wants and goes for it. Teresa, you have an unbridled passion.” He didn’t stop me from undoing his buttons or from peeling open his shirt and seeing his muscular chest shining in the illumination of the moon. “You are a force to be reckoned with. You’re like that storm that we just had. You’re completely awe-inspiring and able to come at me with a force that I’m not expecting.” I actually enjoyed him comparing me to a storm.

  I actually did feel like a storm that had been brewing for some time. The cloud of my loveless marriage was following me around. This was the first time in a long time that I was able to feel something and I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass.

  “I just want to sit here and look at you.” He was definitely no stranger to working out in a gym. He probably had his own personal trainer who put him through his paces each and every day. If he was this rich, then he must’ve been a little vain about his appearance. I would think that he would want everybody to know who he was, but by his own admission, he had admitted that he preferred the opposite.

  My mouth kissed his neck and I heard his intake of breath and the rise and fall of his chest, as he became overly excited. I tickled him with the tip of my tongue. He shivered at the touch, which of course made goose bumps appear on his skin.

  “You are something else, Teresa. I’m glad that we crash landed in your town and that you came to our rescue.” I think it was predestined to happen and somebody up there wanted me to experience what it was like to be totally out of control.

  “Richard, I don’t know what this means and for right now, I don’t care. I want you.” It was all that I had to say. He held my hips and he moved his hands up along my sides, making my skin tingle. He was soon lifting the straps on my dress, until they were falling over my shoulders.

  My healthy C-cup breasts fell into his hands. I wasn’t wearing a bra, considering that it was too hot to wear any underwear. I certainly wasn’t expecting visitors to fall from the sky.

  “Your body is magnificent. You smell great and I just want to devour you.” I’d never heard a man talk to me like that before. It felt like he knew me better than I knew myself. “You deserve to fly and I can help you find your wings.” I knew that he was talking about sex, but it also brought to mind that I felt this need to feel the open sky. I wanted to see the world in a different way.

  It was those thoughts that were consuming my mind and letting my body take things to the next level with Richard.

  ***

  I’d stopped everything that I was doing and was now looking at him. I wanted to memorize every detail of his strong jaw line and the way that he smiled, as he took in the sight of my naked breasts. I traced my fingers down his chest and there was no need for words. It was finally time to let it all go.

  With my eyes wide, I began to unbutton his very expensive pants. They were definitely ruined and the mud that was now sticking to them was not going to be easily taken out. I pulled down the zipper to find the softest silk underwear that I had ever felt in my life. It was like I was immersing myself into heaven and just gripping that cloth made me feel like I was part of the elite and privileged.

  I snaked my hand into the opening and I grabbed him and made him lean on his elbows to watch everything that I was doing. I held him firmly and squeezed, making sure to move in for a closer look. It was about eight inches of solid pipe between his legs and I had every intention of exploring each and every inch.

  “I just can’t get over how beautiful you are, Teresa. In this light, you look like an angel of mercy. I suppose if you think about it, you were the angel on the shoulder of my pilot.” I was kissing his chest and leaving behind my mark with my lipstick now claiming him as my own. I kissed and licked his chest.

  “From the moment that I saw you, I haven’t felt like myself,” I said. “I watched the little boy inside the rich tycoon come out for a moment to relive his childhood. I watched the innocence with which you skipped that stone and I saw the man underneath the money.” I was at his waistband and I was pulling at his belt and this time when I reached into the opening, I pulled it out, so that I could see it. It was something to marvel at and it was already leaking down the sides to indicate that it was excited to be in my presence.

  “Teresa, I don’t think that I could tell you to stop, even if I wanted to. It feels too damn good. You have been the one saving grace from this trip. I guess life does have a way of throwing things at you that you don’t expect.” He lost his will to speak, as I consumed his knob and began to circle it in a very pleasant way. His hips began to jerk on their own and I was soon taking almost 6 inches of his mighty staff.

  I forced myself to go past my own endurance. I had never been able to deepthroat in my life. I felt proud of my accomplishment, as my lips made contact with the base of his cock. I felt it in my throat and I could tell from looking up at his eyes that he was well aware of the rippling sensation that I was now inflicting on him.

  “I don’t know what to say,” he said. He didn’t have to say anything. My actions were telling him everything he needed to know and more. I stayed completely still, allowing him to adjust to the fact that I was not giving him room to breathe. I allowed him to stay deeply embedded within my throat and I slowly took him back out, until he was now witnessing for himself the way that my spit clung to his shaft.

  I did this several times, giving him an unforgettable experience. I wanted him to remember my name and the time that he spent with me.

  I certainly didn’t want him to know that this was my first time accomplishing such a feat. I gave him everything that I had learned in my 30 years on this planet. I liked to surprise and I could tell from the way that he was looking me that he was pleasantly so.

  I knew that he was getting close and the evidence was in the swelling of his organ and the way that his breathing had quickened.

  Just before he lost it all together, I was able to pull away and leave him wanting more. It was the look in his eyes that got to me. He was the one that was pushing me over and lifting my dress, until he was able to see that I had recently shaved. His finger touched my bald mound and then he licked his lips and I knew that it was just a matter of time before he would reciprocate.

  “I think that you should put your mouth where your money is.” I’d used the saying in a different way and he was more than up to the challenge. He peeled me open like a grape and those bright pink lips welcomed him with a juicy center that pulled his tongue into me warmly.

  I was squirming on the ground and then I curled my leg up over his shoulder and pushed my heel back against his neck. I rose up and then put my two hands on the top of his head. He was doing such a good job that it was almost a shame that he had no woman in his life that he could practice on daily.

  “That’s it, just eat that pussy. Make me feel; as good as I’ve made you feel, Richard.” I had not given him that orgasm, but I don’t think that he was going to stop like I did. In fact, the way that he was tongue-fucking me, I could say with no doubt whatsoever that mine was going to be an explosive orgasm to remember.

  His hands were now gripping my bare ass and I felt completely overwhelmed. I allowed him to ravage me like an animal, taking me to the breaking point and then over the edge into an orgasm
ic moment that would keep me going for some time.

  I screamed and I knew that the only occupants for miles were my house and the airport terminal. I heard coyotes in the distance and I joined them in making enough noise to wake the dead.

  I thrashed and writhed in his arms and I wasn’t sure if it was ever going to stop. Finally, he lifted his head. A sheen of my wetness was now encompassing his lips. I pulled him in for a kiss. I tasted myself, while he was aiming for the target in question. I moaned and my eyes went into his, as his male serpent began to go after its prey.

  It burrowed into me and I watched his face turn different shades of colors, as he gave me his best. His hips were moving and I relinquished control to a man that was more Alpha than follower.

  “If anybody….told me that I was going to have sex…ahhh…with a beautiful woman from the middle of nowhere, I would’ve told them that they were out of their freaking mind. I’m glad to say that this happened and I don’t think that I would want to change a damn thing.” I could hear his words echoing in my mind.

  I was pulling at his nipples, finding out that he was as sensitive as most men were, but couldn’t admit it.

  A thought suddenly came to me. Calvin would never do anything like this.

  But I didn’t have a whole lot of time to think about Calvin. It was a fleeting moment and any guilt that I’d felt was now being washed away with a climactic feeling that had us both reaching orgasm at exactly the same time. He buried himself in me, so there was nothing left. His balls now pushed up against me.

  His deposit was plentiful and sticky. He finally pulled free and allowed me to see the mess that he made. It was then and only then that I got a little self-conscious. I felt like I had done something wrong. I had betrayed my marriage and the vows that I had taken in front of all of my friends and family in the church. I thought that I could see the A in red on my dress, as a painful reminder that I had done Calvin wrong.

  “Teresa, I don’t know about you, but that was mind-blowing.” It was time that I told him that I was married. He must’ve known by the ring on my finger, but he was a man and maybe he was oblivious to such things.

  “This can’t happen again, Richard. I’m married to a wonderful man and I would never want to hurt him.” I turned my back and I felt his hands on my shoulders, as he leaned in to whisper in my ear.

  “I know that you’re married, Teresa. I don’t think that it’s happily so. I’m not going to try to pressure you, but I think we both know that we have something very special. I myself would like to continue to see you for as long as I am in town. Besides, it’s going to be awfully hard for you to get away from me under the same roof.” He was kneading my muscles and I felt relaxed. I actually closed my eyes and allowed him to take away the tension.

  I thought I heard something, but it must have been one of the coyotes coming down to see the commotion.

  It was after midnight and I finally got my composure and put my dress back into place. I fixed my hair, because it was in disarray and had that well-fucked look.

  I walked ahead of him and knew that he was looking at me and most likely reliving what we had just done together. He could easily strip me bare in his mind and that was his right from being my lover.

  “It doesn’t help that you are staring at me. I don’t even have to look behind me to know that you are undressing me with your eyes. I understand why, but the fact is I was wrong to get involved with you in the first place. I should have known better. It’s probably just a passing fancy. I hope that you haven’t read more into it than it is.” We were walking down the driveway to my house, which was an old farmhouse that had been passed down from one generation to the next.

  It was white with red trim up around each window.

  “This is exactly like something that I had when I was growing up. I think that I will be very happy here. I know from personal experience that the owner goes above and beyond to satisfy visitors.” He was teasing me and I felt a flush along my chest. If he were to kiss me right then, I might just have found myself succumbing to my basic nature right there on the front lawn. I was glad that he didn’t, but there was a big part that wanted him to just take control and take me like a real woman.

  I showed him down the hall to the guest room and I was tempted to join him for a night of love-making that would end with a smile on both of our faces. It took a lot of willpower to walk away from a sure thing. He had already stoked the fires and I could not put them out, no matter how much I wanted to.

  There was a message on the machine that told me that Calvin would be a little later than usual. There was an emergency with a neighbor dog that had been hit by a car. He had no idea when he was getting home.

  I was underneath the roof with the same man who had just had his way with me. He was just down the hall, not more than a few feet away and it would’ve been so easy to fall into his arms all over again.

  I lay there in my bed soaking wet with the fan barely able to contain the heat that was now burning within me.

  ***

  I think I tossed and turned for over an hour, before going downstairs and finding him in the kitchen. He was shirtless and had no idea that I was there, but I could easily see that he was trying to beat the heat himself. There was a window open and the slight breeze was only barely noticeable. It didn’t really cool anything off.

  “I guess we both had the same idea.” I was wearing one of Calvin’s shirts and even as he turned, I became quite aware of the fact that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He could see the swell of my bosom and this light sheen of perspiration was now easily drawing his eyes to me like a bull does to a matador.

  “Normally, I would have air conditioning,” he said. “I find your way of life simple, but effective.” He sat down and had a chilled glass of water with ice clinking against the sides in front of him. He took one of them out and moved it around his neck, with droplets of that ice now sliding down his chest and heading towards a region that I had become quite acquainted with.

  “I think that I’m going to do the same thing.” I went over to the yellow refrigerator and opened it to find the jug of water. I poured myself a glass and then reached into the freezer to get ice cubes.

  “Teresa, I noticed that there are photos of you when you are younger with your father. He was obviously a big influence in your life, and why you didn’t follow him in his footsteps confuses me. You obviously have the same skill. You can’t tell me that you’ve dreamed of living on a farm with a man that you don’t really love. There has to be something that you’re passionate about that gets you out of bed in the morning. There must be something that you want to do that will allow you finally to follow your dream.” It was as though he had been reading my mind. It made me feel strangely defensive.

  “I don’t know why it even matters to you,” I said. “It’s not like my situation is going to change overnight. Let’s just say for argument’s sake that you’re right and that this isn’t the way that I’ve envisioned my life going. I’ve always had this desire to get into a plane and fly it. I want to get my license and see the world like it is supposed to be seen. I want to be that bird flying in the sky, so free and untethered from the rest of the world.”

  “I can see that you love the idea of flying. You really should pursue it. The one thing that I believe in life is that you should never allow your dreams to be unfulfilled. I’ve always gone my own way and there’s only one regret that I have in my life. I’ve accomplished so much, but my son Derek hardly knows I’m alive. I barely see him and those times that I do, I feel that there’s this… icy wall between...”

  He was having problems talking and I was purposely doing the exact same thing with the ice cube that he had been doing. I rolled it back and forth along my neck, closing my eyes and enjoying the fact that I was making him feel a little uncomfortable in his own skin.

  “Why did you stop?” I asked him. Seeing him act like a child down by the pond showed me that he could in touch with his innoc
ence. Hearing him talk about his son had showed me a vulnerability that made me unable to stop staring at him.

  “I really don’t want to talk about this. It’s a very painful subject. Besides, it’s not like you are going to change your life either. You’re not going to take the bull by the horns and do what you want to do. You’re going to stay trapped here like an animal, until you’re either gnawing it off, or you die with your dream still hanging there over your head, just out of reach.”

  “You can’t really say that, Richard. You don’t know me well enough. For you to presume anything only makes you a fool.” I think he knew me better than I knew myself. He was right. I would never get out of the rut my life was in. I would allow Calvin to make me feel like I was going through the motions.

  I think I knew deep down that it was time to cut ties and leave this town behind me. I just didn’t know if I had the strength to do it alone. I wanted to, but I didn’t want to hurt Calvin. He must have known that on some level this wasn’t working, but he couldn’t admit it to himself.

  “You’re right,” said Richard. “I’ve only known you a short time, but I feel that there’s something inside of you that wants to escape.” He was still watching me intently. I’m sure that he noticed that the white shirt I was wearing was becoming an erotic reminder of what we had done already. The droplets of water had now soaked through and my nipples were eraser tips that could easily be seen through the fabric.

  “Richard, I think we both can agree that family is the most important thing. I think that you’re doing yourself a disservice by not reaching out and getting to know your son. He sounds strong-willed and I’m sure that reminds you of somebody.” I got up with every intention of going back to my room, when he reached out and grabbed the glass from my hand.