by Logan Woods
Naomi couldn’t stop screaming at the intensity of her climax. The pleasure blinded her and her entire body shook violently. Lorenzo continued to drive her lust hotter with each lick on her clit and stab into her pussy. Nearly five minutes later and a number of gasping breaths, her climax ended and left her crumpled on the floor in a heaving mess.
Her body twitched erratically as she came down from her blissful high. The bathroom slowly stopped spinning around Naomi while she lay helplessly on the floor. The desire inside of her still burned hotly. She had never experienced an orgasm as powerful as the one she’d just had. The entire insides of her legs, from her still dripping pussy to her weak, limp ankles, were coated with a slick sheen of her juices.
Naomi tried to pick herself up off the floor several times but didn’t have the strength to do so. Each time she moved, her muscles groaned in famished defiance. Finally she was able to get to her hands and knees and stayed there for a moment before trying to stand.
Just as she was about push herself up, she felt a surge of pleasure wrack her body as something pierced her yearning pussy. She threw her head back and howled to the ceiling as what she knew was Lorenzo’s enormous, ghostly cock thrust deeply inside of her.
Naomi looked over her shoulder at Lorenzo. His lifeless, hollow eyes stared at her. She wanted to resist but her body wouldn’t let her. She realized that she was his and he could have her however he wanted and she could do nothing to stop him. At the same time she knew she wouldn’t do anything to stop him. Naomi was a corporeal slave to his supernatural desires.
“Please,” she begged as he moved his throbbing cock in and out of her gaping pussy ever so slowly.
“Do you really want me to?” Lorenzo asked and gave her a sharp stab with his massive dick as if to convince her otherwise.
Her eyes rolled back and she dropped her head down at the brutality of the rapture that seized her body. Naomi wildly shook her head and gasped “no” several times while moving her hips match his thrusts. Her body had a mind of its own, just like before.
Naomi didn’t feel like she was being manipulated. Deep down she craved for the kind of animalistic pleasure Lorenzo was giving her. For all the years she had been married, her husband never once displayed the kind of passion and ruthlessness during sex. Naomi decided that she just needed to be fucked out of her mind. No relationship. No warm-and-fuzzies. No commitment. Just raw, carnal, intense sex.
Lorenzo’s hands held on to her hips as he continued to fuck her roughly. Their touch upon her skin filled her with a sort of electric euphoria that seemed to shoot sinuously to her screaming clit. She felt it again, like before. It felt like someone was licking her hard nub but when she looked back all she saw was Lorenzo moaning silently with his tongue fully intact inside of his mouth.
Naomi’s heart pounded in her heaving chest. She balanced herself with one hand and brought the other up to her large, dangling tits that bounced all over beneath her. She squeezed them fervently and felt her fingertips leaving the same tingling electricity in their wake that Lorenzo’s tongue had left in her blazing cunt. Naomi felt invigorated. She felt more alive than ever before.
Her soft ass bounced to Lorenzo’s thrusts. She pumped her hips back into him to impale herself harder on his ravaging cock. Her pussy burned with lust and sweat dripped from her entire body. She had a new energy that pushed her muscles beyond their breaking point.
Lorenzo was a magnificent lover. He was rough then tender, cold then passionate, and Naomi felt a deep hunger from him. It was as if he hadn’t had a woman in centuries and couldn’t help but unleash his rage upon her. Her body was more than eager to be the victim of his drought while her mind was slowly coming around.
For a moment Naomi wondered how she could be thinking of this man as a man. He wasn’t. He was something else. A ghost or some kind of manifestation, but he definitely wasn’t a real man. Or so her mind told her, but her flesh told a different story.
Lorenzo fucked her like a man but fucked her so much more. Naomi felt like some five dollar hooker. She was letting this whatever-he-was ram his remarkable cock deep into her pussy and she loved every moment of it.
Finally Naomi snapped out of her reverie and suddenly her body was on fire again. That moment of calm reminded her that she did have control over herself and proved that she consciously wanted this more than anything in the world right now.
She lifted her ass up higher for him and swayed it side to side as she continued to accept his supernatural dick. By now her energy was almost gone. Her muscles burned from fatigue and moans had become raspy and coarse. Naomi’s throat was dry from her intensely labored breathing. She was a wreck and Lorenzo showed no signs of slowing down.
Just as Naomi thought she was going to pass out, she heard Lorenzo start to groan. His haunting wail sent shivers up her spine and made her pussy clench around his pumping shaft. Her ghostly lover started fucking her as hard as he could. Each massive thrust nearly knocked the wind out of her and forced her forward a few inches on the bathroom floor.
Finally Lorenzo came or that was the only equivalent Naomi could think of. She felt something hot and wet envelop her body. It flowed over her in waves and coalesced into an earth shattering orgasm for her. Her body went completely tight and she cried out in passion for her mysterious lover. When it was over, Naomi collapsed onto the floor.
She weakly lifted her head to look for Lorenzo but he was gone.
She closed her eyes and drew her knees up to her chest and hugged herself. She couldn’t wait for Lorenzo to visit her next. Naomi hoped it wouldn’t be another few months. She was his now and gladly would bed him every moment of every day.
About Jeanette Lavia
Jeanette Lavia, like many of the erotica talent here at Steam Books Erotica & Romance, started out writing other genres before joining the ranks of erotic stardom. She’s even launched her own line of children’s books – under a different name, of course! Her work under the ‘Jeanette Lavia’ moniker, however, certainly isn’t child’s play. We’re sure her readers are more than happy to indulge in her very, very adult stories.
And more from Jeanette Lavia:
TEMPTATION TAKES OVER
Bianca is having a hard time being productive on her working holiday: designing the graphics for a client's risque website is hot enough to distract her, and Mark, the owner of the café next to her hotel, isn't helping things with his charm and smoldering good looks, either. When circumstances force Biance to do her work her while in close quarters with Mark, temptation takes over.
MAID FOR HIS DESIRE
Lizbeth has arrived to interview for her new housekeeping job, and it turns out to be Darius's incredible mansion. More than that, Darius himself is exquisite, and he's planning to introduce her to a world of lust and passion… provided she does everything he asks. Does Lizbeth have it in her?
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MY ROMANTIC
DATE WITH THE
NIGHT STALKER
Simone Perry
As the sun began to set and the clock struck six, excitement consumed Hannah as she knew it wouldn’t be long before her hot date came to pick her up.
She’d spent the last three hours carefully applying her make-up, cautiously comparing outfits and fixing her long black hair; but still, something felt amiss. Hannah repeatedly studied her face for imperfections and applied the finishing touches to her smoky eye make-up, but it wasn’t until she brushed a tint of lip gloss onto her pursed lips that she felt confident enough to leave her apartment.
It had been almost a year since her last date, and even that was a disaster, so Hannah was determined to look her absolute best before the mystery man showed up. She had high expectations as she’d seen pictures of him on the internet before they briefly talked through instant messaging. Hannah had never been a confident woman and she could scarcely believe someone so handsome could be interested in her.
Suddenly, there was a buzz at the
door and the excitement that had built up inside Hannah quickly turned into butterflies.
“Hello?” she said in a timorous manner.
“Hi there, it’s James. Are you ready to go or should I wait in my car?” Even through the speaker Hannah could tell the man the voice came from must have been handsome.
“N-no no! I’m ready! I’ll be down in a minute!” Hannah said as she failed to contain her excitement. Quickly she raced down two flights of stairs with her clattering high heels echoing a trail, before composing herself to greet James at the doorway.
As she opened the door, there he stood, towering handsomely over her with a brooding yet strangely attractive look on his face. His strong jaw line was complimented by a feint shadow of stubble, whilst his high cheekbones, pale skin and piercing blue eyes stole a heartbeat from Hannah.
“Hey, it’s nice to finally meet you. You look… really beautiful,” James said in a very shy tone with a strong English accent. “I-I’m sorry if I seem a little nervous, I don’t make a habit of meeting women off the internet.”
“It’s perfectly fine. To tell you the truth I’m a little nervous myself,” Hannah said as she paced towards his car. “Would you still like to go for a drink?”
“Certainly” James replied as he opened the door to the passenger seat. His dark auburn hair blew in the wind, making him look far more attractive than Hannah had imagined.
The drive to the bar was almost like a blur to Hannah as her mind was consumed with provocative desires and a need to be touched by the handsome man who sat beside her, shifting between gears. She had felt an overwhelming urge to pounce on him and slide her petite hands down across his broad shoulders.
James, on the other hand, never seemed to talk much throughout the journey, but his eyes couldn’t help roam over Hannah at each chance he got. His nerves betrayed him as each sentence was met with a tremble in his voice. It wasn’t until they got out of the car that Hannah was able to make the first move by gently taking his hand as they entered the bar.
~ ~ ~
Hannah walked through the bar with confidence as her red sequin dress commanded attention from both sexes. Her legs shimmered in the light and her big brown eyes were transfixed on the only man she was interested in. Cocktails began to flow as James repeatedly ordered and it wasn’t long before Hannah felt the previous tension wash away. Small talk became a thing of the past as the two conversed over their undeniable attraction for each other. “James, I’m sorry, but I can’t stop looking at your eyes, they’re just so… wonderful.” Hannah stared dreamily into the sky blue eyes looking right back at her.
“It’s ok. It might sound like I’m coming on too strong, but I really do think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” James replied whilst smiling.
Their hands met over the table and although his touch felt ice cold, a strange tingling sensation ran through Hannah. It was perfect, she’d never been so spellbound in all her life, yet she barely knew this man.
James was surrounded by pretty women who constantly glanced across at him throughout the night, but fortunately for Hannah, he seemed to pay no attention. He appeared almost awkward at times, as if he hated the attention he was receiving. James never once made Hannah feel uncomfortable, or boasted about the usual mundane things men talk about. In fact, he surprised Hannah by continually asking her questions and telling her stories about England.
As time passed and Hannah felt the chemistry between them growing more and more, she lured James out of the bar and into the car park. Enticed by his chiselled smile, alluring eyes and charming personality, Hannah forced James against his car and passionately kissed him as she ran her soft hands down his strong arms. She felt a sudden urge for him to be deep inside her as his hands moved slowly down her waist.
Hannah then withdrew from the comfort of his arms and suggested they head back to her apartment for coffee. James smiled, he’d not sipped a drop of alcohol all night and from the look in his eyes, coffee was the last thing on his mind.
~ ~ ~
As they drove hastily back to the apartment, Hannah was wet with desire and began to moisten the black silk panties she’d worn especially for the evening. Her hunger for James to penetrate her grew by the minute and it wasn’t long before she found herself biting down firmly on her juicy red lips in an effort to control herself. There was something about this mysterious man that allured her in a way she’d never felt before. It was almost like a magnetic physical attraction that grew the more time she spent with him.
“Would you like me to come up?” James politely asked as he parked outside her apartment building. “I’m really happy with how things are going and I don’t want to spoil anything. I’m afraid that if you come up then you might–”
Hannah could barely finish her sentence before James adoringly stroked her hair and kissed her firmly on her lips. “Don’t worry, there’s absolutely nothing in this world that could tarnish such a magical evening.” James said as he caressed her cheek.
Hannah could barely believe how perfect this man was. Her stomach fluttered with every stroke, and her urge to force him inside her became almost unbearable. She smiled and touched his face. He felt so cold, and those eyes, there was something about them which separated him from every other man. “Let’s go up to my apartment then” Hannah suggested as she climbed out of the car.
Hannah scarcely made it through her front door before thrusting herself into James and hastily unbuttoning his white shirt. Her hands began to tremble with excitement as a wash of adrenaline took control and forced her to press herself firmly against his noticeable erection. She wanted it inside her, and as she gently maneuvered her hand towards his bulge, she didn’t disguise her intentions.
Softly, she caressed the bulge in his pants before loosening his belt and sliding her hand deep below the material. Her fingernails grazed the tips of his penis as she began to bite firmly on his bottom lip. James then immediately took the bait and clasped his hands tightly around her round ass and pulled her into his erection.
“Not here” Hannah said as she began to lure James into her bedroom.
Her eyes didn’t leave him until she backed up onto her bed and elegantly slipped out of her tantalizingly short red dress. Her soft, exposed body yearned to be touched, but James maintained control and slowly removed his shirt.
Concern immediately consumed Hannah as she noticed the fierce scarring that decorated his entire upper body. Desperately she tried to avert her eyes elsewhere, but it was too late. James had already recognized her apparent distaste and began to shy away using his left arm to cover up the enormous burn scars on his chest.
Suddenly, Hannah stood up and gently unveiled the scarring, before softly brushing her fingers over his healed wounds and tenderly kissing him on the lips. She knew there had to be a mysterious story behind such markings, but right now she wanted nothing more than to warmly embrace him.
As the two carefully fell back onto the bed in a tight grip, Hannah couldn’t help but notice the icy touch of James’ fingers grazing her thigh. His entire body lacked any kind of warmth, but that didn’t stop the aching for him to be buried inside her.
She forced his hand up to her dampened panties and encouraged his fingers to slip beneath the silk and into her sweet spot. A faint moan ensued as his fingers penetrated deep inside her and curved round to discover her G-Spot. Soon after, her pretty little toes began to curl independently and Hannah almost begged for James to force his manhood inside her.
She then reluctantly pulled his hand away from her and began to work her foot up to his crotch, where her red painted toenails began teasing his erection. Slowly, her foot rubbed his bulge and around his thighs, before her fingers found the inside of her mouth as she began to suck at them. Her efforts to seduce James inside her almost worked as she gracefully allowed her panties to fall between her knees, but his stubborn manner forced him to retreat from the bed.
“I can’t,” James said with a distressed look i
n his deep blue eyes. “I-I just can’t. It’s impossible. I don’t want to hurt you. I just can’t!”
Hannah was suddenly taken aback. Her eyes began to tear as she slipped her panties back on. She felt repulsive. A million thoughts raced through her head. Is he married? Does he have a girlfriend? Am I just being used? I knew this was too good to be true, she thought to herself as her mouth began to tremble.
“Please, don’t cry. I want to explain. I really do. But, I just can’t. Or, can I? Can I really trust you? I’ve never felt such a connection before.” James said as he took her hand with a shockingly ice-cold touch.
“You can trust me, but please, don’t hurt me. I’ve been hurt far too much before and-and I really thought we had something special going on.”
“We do, or at least I think we do. Listen… you see this scar here…” James said as he pointed to his stomach. “I got this in battle almost 300 years ago. And this…” he said as he turned his back. “This happened even before then!” Finally he began to point to direct attention to his chest. “This is what happens when people find out what you really are.”
Suddenly it all became clear. The coldness of his skin, the thick English accent, the beautifully piercing eyes and reluctance to penetrate deep inside her. “Y-You’re a vampire?” Hannah asked as her heart began to race.
“Yes, I am what you people call a vampire. And I’m afraid that if this goes any further that I could really hurt you. Only another of my kind could withstand the embrace. I-I’m really sorry. You must think I’m a monster. I’m sure the stories tell a frightfully different tale of what I really am.”
