Page 18 of Dad Bod: Vampire

Pain in my ass: I did research, boss man. You know on that website I told you about.

Pain in my ass: The one that has self-reports on different creatures.

Pain in my ass: Anyways, as best I can tell, all it takes is a single bite and she can be yours forever.

I gasp.

His eyes widen as he looks at me. “He’s overstepping his bounds like the nosy fucker he is. I’m not going to bite you.”

“What if I want you to?”

“We’ll discuss it. Can I kiss you first?”

I don’t answer, I just wrap my arm around the back of his neck and pull him down to me, locking our lips together. I have no idea what I’m doing because I’ve never done anything with a man before. No hand holding, no awkward first kisses, no fumbling gropes of my boobs over my shirt.

But vampires go straight to second base. At least this one does.

chapter

twelve

Hudson

The thought of biting her, of sealing her to me for all eternity, has me so hard, it’s nearly painful.

Our tongues slide against each other, and I reach up and cup one of her breasts. She moans into my mouth and arches against my palm. That hard tip scrapes against my skin and my dick pulses in my pants.

She pulls back from our kiss, her breathing labored. “Why aren’t you naked?”

I laugh, then stand and start undressing. “If I’d have known I was gonna be turned into a vampire, I would have lost some weight,” I pat my belly. “And gotten a haircut.”

She leans up on her elbow, that sheet falling even lower, revealing the softness of her stomach. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

I lean forward, grab her by the chin and press a kiss to her mouth. “Same, Rosebud.” Then I stand back up and kick off my jeans, leaving me in my tight boxers.

“I’ve never done this before, so I’m not sure about the protocol. Can vampires get STD’s? Do we have to use a condom? Because I’d really rather not have anything between us.”

My dick leaks against the cotton fabric of my underwear. “Woman, you are gonna make me blow my load before we even get started. You can’t be dropping all that on me like that. Oh, by the way, I’m a virgin. Oh, and also, take me bare.”

I put a knee on the bed and she rips the covers off her body.

She parts those thick thighs. “Touch me, Hudson. Please. I’m aching.”

“Are you asking me to see how wet you are, Rosebud?”

She nods. “I can feel it dripping down my legs, but I want you to feel it too.”

“You’re dripping for me?”

“Jungle gym, remember?” she asks.

I laugh again. “Yeah, baby, I remember. You’ve got me so damn hard.”

“I want to see. But I want you to touch me too. So many sensations,” she breathes.

“You want to see what?”

“Your.” She doesn’t finish the sentence but merely points at my crotch.