She bucked and spasmed against him as she came. Jolt after jolt shot through her.
After it had passed, she realized she was leaning into him with her back arched, oblivious to the world.
But the orgasm did little to satiate her lust.
She held up her other breast and said, “Now this side, please.”
She was in the middle of cumming a second time when Jordan jumped into view.
“It looks like I got the wrong fucking beat tonight!” he exclaimed. She smiled at him, but returned her lust back to Dorek. One hot vampire was enough for her… for now.
6
Backup, other than Jordan, finally came four hours before sunrise and secured the two werewolves.
Dorek dropped her off at her apartment and walked her up the fire escape.
She had forgotten to lock her back door, but a quick sweep through showed that no one had gone in. She paused at the end of her quick search and realized Dorek wasn’t behind her.
She went back to the kitchen and found him smiling at her.
“Can’t go inside a private residence unless I’m invited,” he said. “Public I can break into all day, but not private.”
“If only that was true for all police officers,” she said and smiled.
“Funny, har,” he said.
She walked up to the back door. Might as well have some fun with him.
“Is it just like some mental roadblock?” she asked tracing her sensitive, aching nipples, “Or is it full on magic? Is there like a force field or something? Magnetic waves pushing you out and all?”
“Well, kind of a bit of both,” he said. “Are you not going to invite me in? How many times did you cum while I drank from you?”
“I don’t even remember,” she said, shaking her head. And she really didn’t. Many of those orgasms had been in front of his partner, too, while he drank. She had never been entertainment for someone while cumming, but he had watched her like she was a part of some porno he had rented… and she liked it. She saw the outline of his cock through his pants. He wasn’t nearly as big as Dorek, but he was handsome.
“Please,” Dorek said. “You’ve had me worked up all night.”
She reached out and unzipped him, and his massive cock flopped out like a plank of wood.
She lowered to her knees and took him within her mouth. His cock was past the threshold, but his body was not.
Hm, she could have fun with this.
She pumped him with her hand as her tongue and mouth slithered all around his head and shaft.
He moaned loudly.
“Careful,” she said. “Or you’ll get arrested for indecency.”
“But you suck so well, Mary,” he said with his eyes closed.
She placed her hands on his ass and pulled herself to him, forcing herself to deepthroat him.
“Fuck yes!” he exclaimed. She started bobbing her head across his shaft faster and faster. She could taste his precum steadily oozing out.
He was going to cum soon.
He tried to reach in and grab her by the head, but the mystical laws of the universe forbade it— until, that is, she said he could come in. He then tried to touch her breasts, but they were too far past the door for him to do so.
“Fuck, Mary, please let me in. I need to touch you!”
She giggled on top of his cock, and started moaning loudly on him. All he could do was get his cock sucked. He might as well put his hands behind his back and realize he was at a glory hole.
Mary’s glory hole— meant just for him.
She brought her hand into play and began corkscrewing it around his member, keeping her mouth locked around him.
He shuddered.
“I’m going to fucking cum, Mary. Ah shit. I’m going to cum! Here I go!”
She surprised him by taking all of his cum in her mouth— rope after rope. Sweet, oozy gooey cords of cum swirled and shot on her tongue, filling her mouth. Oh, she loved how he tasted. Like nectar.
He shuddered as she squeezed the last of the cum out of his cock, and then exhaled deeply. “OK, can I come in now?” he asked.
She shook her head no and smiled at him.
“What! Why?” he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. “When I’m done with you, maybe…” She sucked him quickly back and forth a few times before popping her head off. She swallowed his cum and felt immediately giddy. Were there benefits to humans consuming vampires? She smiled at the thought.
She stood up and saw that his erection wasn’t going anywhere. Nor was he.
She slid her yoga pants down and arched her ass to his cock, easing him into her. Inch after terrifying inch. He sure did have a huge cock on him!
She bounced her fat ass onto him
“Mary, ooh I just want to slap your ass,” he said. “Please let me in.”
“Not until I’m ready,” she said and smiled back at him.
He couldn’t thrust within her. He was completely at the mercy of her pace. But she knew what he wanted and how he needed it. She didn’t know how, but she did. She could sense it.
She increased the pace, and let her ass jiggle and shake on his member.
“I am so going to spank you when you let me in!”
“Promise?” she asked.
“Oh yes. Your ass is going to be sore for a week.”
She bounced on him faster.
Faster.
Faster still.
He started grunting like Scott in his werewolf state. He was an animal.
“Mary, I’m going to cum again soon! Oh Mary. Your ass is so hot. God you’re fucking hot!”
This was the moment she had been waiting for. Would it work?
“Cum inside of me! Cum in me, baby! Cum inside!”
The barrier broke and he fell into her.
He pushed her to the ground until she was laying on her stomach, and began fucking her full on helter skelter. The sound of their flesh smacking together filled the night air.
“Aaahhhhhhhoooooooooooooooo! YES! YES! YES!” Dorek growled with her door open. He shot his seed far within her. This time cumming more and harder than the first time. His cum sent her overboard and a full bodied orgasm roared through her too.
They collapsed to the ground, heaving and clinging to one another.
She looked at him and saw that his once smiling face got suddenly serious.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Well, I just… I just remembered that you’re entranced by me. I just remembered that this might not be real.”
Mary looked up to the ceiling and shook her head. “Boys can be so silly sometimes,” she said.
Dorek furrowed his brow.
“One,” she said and held up a finger. “I was fully aware of what I was doing all night long. Not once did I harbor a single doubt about spending the night with you— I was entranced, but I wanted to be. And two,” she held up another finger. “I was into you long before I ever saw you with your shades off. And so yes, you have a spell on me, stupid boy, but that spell has been on me a long time, and you have no control over it.”
Dorek smiled and said, “Promise?”
“I promise,” Mary said.
Epilogue
The next night, before he went to work, he showed up back at Mary’s back door.
“Will you help me get ready for work?” he asked with messy hair and a scruffy chin.
Mary reached out and pulled him by his shirt collar inside.
After they had loud, animal sex that disturbed the neighbors awake, she helped him choose a tie and combed his hair.
Rancher Bear’s Baby
STORY DESCRIPTION
Her life is a country song, no job, cheating boyfriend, pregnant by a one-night stand. What else can go wrong?
Elizabeth gave up everything and followed her boyfriend across the country hoping the move would cement their relationship.
Then, she found him in the arms of another woman.
Alex actually thinks it
’s funny his father’s will states that the first to produce offspring inherits the family’s billion-dollar ranching operation.
He’d rather party and play than run a ranch.
When Alex meets Elizabeth, sparks ignite and they share a night of steamy passion.
Each cherishes only the memory of their one-night, until they receive news that they’ll soon have a little something else to cherish.
1
Elizabeth
I kicked up dirt in my ruined ballet flats as I headed towards the sounds of screaming fans and country music. I wanted to find Sam and watch the rodeo with him. It was about time I tried to assimilate to the country way. We’d been in Landing, Wyoming for almost two weeks and I still hadn’t seen the little town’s nightlife.
As I spotted the small stadium, if you could even call it that, I couldn’t help comparing it to the nightlife I was used to. DC had everything, culture, dancing, drinking. There was more, but at twenty-three, those three things ranked pretty high on my list of fun things to do.
What ranked pretty low was walking down a dirt path between the only motel in Landing and the little mud hole where the rodeo was held. My flats were label and had cost me a pretty penny. A penny I no longer had, so I had no hope of replacing them. They’d been the victim of Sam thinking he was going to cheer me up about the dust I’d been tracking through to get to the local library. He’d tried to clean the delicate suede with a nice rough run through an industrial sized washing machine at the laundry mat.
The stadium was really just a big fence surrounding a bunch of dirt and a few sets of metal stands. There was a big wooden box set up on one end with windows revealing a few men who were giving commentary about what was happening in the dirt.
I passed by a few cowboys in their outfits and smiled at them. Of course, they just stared at me. If I had to say one thing about Landing’s population, it was that they were the most private stand-offish people I’d ever met. They weren’t big on strangers. While it seemed like they’d taken a liking to Sam, even the sweet looking librarian clammed up when I walked into the library, looking to borrow her paper to job hunt.
The metal seating was mostly full, which was surprising for the small town. I never expected so many people to show up for something that didn’t make much sense to me.
I stood at the bottom of the stands and looked for Sam, the guy I’d moved across the country with. He sure had been hard to find since we arrived in Landing. I could feel the people in the stands looking at me, but I ignored it and just focused on finding my newly mysterious boyfriend. I made my way around the stadium with no luck. I couldn’t find him anywhere.
He’d said that he would be there, so I found a seat and tried to blend into the crowd while I waited for him to show up. It wasn’t easy, that much was sure. Landing residents seemed to scoot away when I walked by them. I wanted to like them, but I’d never felt quite so shunned in my entire life. I didn’t think I’d done anything to offend them, but they all seemed to want to keep their distance from me.
The country music screeched to a halt and a man with a thick accent started talking about the next cowboy up. The men were riding bulls, which just seemed dangerous and pointless to me. I was slightly concerned for the bulls, too. It couldn’t be healthy for them to have such large men sitting on their backs. As I contemplated the cruelty level of bull riding, a man caught my eye.
I mean, caught my eye in a different way. Different because, first of all, he was the first person who had looked me in the eye since I’d arrived. Second, something seemed to sizzle in my lower belly the moment our gazes connected. Butterflies was too innocent a word to use for what I was feeling. In all actuality, it felt like someone had released a thousand tornadoes in my stomach, that were all spinning and swirling and trying to escape at once.
The man was big. He towered over the tall men around him, making them seem average, at best. His shoulders were wide enough to land a small plane on, and his arms bulged with muscles that tested the limits of the denim shirt he was wearing. A narrow waist and hips were encased in dark leather chaps. I was hungry to know what feast was waiting for my eyes when he turned around and gave me a backside view.
Tousled blonde hair fell almost to his shoulders and peeked out from a dusty cowboy hat. His lower face was all sharp angles and five o’clock shadow. I couldn’t see his eyes as clearly as I wanted to and I found myself standing, my body desperate to get a closer look.
I bumped my ankle on part of the metal seating and the pain cleared the haze from my head. I blinked a few times and felt my eyes go wide. What in the world? The cowboy was still there, standing in the dust right inside the fence, watching me with a half-grin on his face. He winked and I reacted like someone had set my ass on fire. I jumped about a foot in the air and then rushed towards the exit.
With my heart racing, I fought the urge to look back at the man. Something about his raw masculinity was calling to me like no man ever had before, but I’d never been a cheater and I had no plans on starting. I had to just get away from him and pray that whatever I was feeling went away. Damn, I had to cool off. No, I had to find my boyfriend and make him spend some time with me so I could remember why I didn’t need to feel anything for anyone else. Sam was enough. He had to be.
I decided It would be my best course of action to go back to the motel and find my phone so I could call him. I could ask him to come home and then wait for him in nothing but a skimpy nightie. Things between Sam and me were okay. I’d just have to prove that to myself, I figured. I shook out my trembling hands and tried to forget about the sexy stranger. The tornadoes in my stomach hadn’t calmed down any, but it was probably something funny I’d eaten.
When I rounded the corner of the stadium, from the new angle, I spotted Sam’s truck at the back corner of the parking lot. The shiny new chrome stood out amongst the other vehicles and I had a momentary pang of anger at Sam. He’d just had to have a new truck. I’d poured more of my hard-earned money into it than I cared to admit. It was yet another part of his country western dream that I was going along with.
The closer I got to the truck, the closer I got to realizing something wasn’t right. The cheering from the rodeo drowned out most of the moans, but not all of them. Chills swept through me as it dawned on me that I knew what I was going to find when I reached the front bumper of the truck, but it didn’t stop me.
I trailed my fingers along the warm metal at the side of the truck until I stood beside the bed of it and could clearly see Sam going at it with a woman who was bent over in front of him on the other side of the bed. Judging by the look on her face, she was really enjoying it. Judging by the look on his face, he’d spotted me.
“Shit! Beth!”
Dread dropped like steel in my stomach, crushing everything in its path, including the tornadoes and my ability to keep my lunch down. I bent over and threw up on the special edition rims that he’d wanted. They didn’t matter much anymore, anyway.
2
Elizabeth
By the time Sam got his pants up, I was halfway across the parking lot. I didn’t have a clue where I was going, and I wasn’t seeing clearly through the tears.
I’d given up my life in DC to join him on his stupid journey of getting back to his roots. I’d given up my job and my beautiful apartment. I’d given up being near people who loved me and wanted to be with me.
The injustice of it all settled on my chest and I found myself so angry that I wanted to hit something, someone. I wanted to hit Sam. I’d never been violent, but I could feel my fingers tightening into fists at the idea of laying into him.
“Beth! Jesus, stop. Let me talk to you!” Sam caught my shoulder and spun me around.
It was the push I needed. I swung my hand out at him, aiming to clean his clock, but he ducked it. Frustrated, I shoved him away. “Don’t let me stop you, Sam. Go back to fucking Daisy Dukes over there.”
“Are you going to calm down any?”
I laughed
. “Go to hell, Sam. It’s over. We’re over. This whole thing was a stupid mistake.”
“We’ve been together for two years, Beth. You just moved across the country with me! You’re really going to end it like this?”
“You’re really going to fuck someone else while I’m waiting for you to come back to the motel?”
He tossed his hands in the air and seemed exasperated. “I’m sorry, okay? Let’s just forget this. Come back to the room with me.”
I sat down on the curb behind me and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m done with this, Sam. Let’s not drag it out.”
He punched the car next to us and backed away. “I’m going back to the room. I’ll be there, ready to talk, when you are.”
I didn’t watch him go. I really was done. I knew in my gut that this was one of those times when I made up my mind about something, and I stuck with it. I was ending a two-year relationship in a matter of seconds, but strangely, it didn’t feel the way it should have. I was pissed, embarrassed, and hurt, but I didn’t feel crushed by the thought of leaving Sam. Not five minutes after I’d made the decision, and I was already thinking about how good it would feel to get back to DC. Hell, all I needed now was a little bitch fest with my girlfriends about Sam doing me wrong, and I’d be over him for good. And the best part? I’d get to escape the country hell he’d landed me in.
I sat there for over two hours watching people get in their cars and leave. When there was just one truck across the lot and the lights around the arena flickered out, I realized that I wasn’t as okay as I thought. I mean, I was still certain of my decision, but I hadn’t thought about how I was going to get back to DC. Everything I owned was in that motel room with Sam. I had no money, no transportation, and nowhere to stay the night. The last thing I wanted to do was have to step back into a hotel room with a waiting, pleading, cheating bastard.
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