Page 45 of Zombies, Satyrs and Vampires, Oh My!

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Jace

She cares about me, but knows it isn’t love.

“Fuck,” I mutter. Like a fool, I’d gotten hopeful.

I certainly know how I feel about Harriet. She is like walking into the sunshine for the first time after a long, frigid winter. She is everything good and lovely in the world.

A perfect sip of wine. The ending of a book that ties up all the loose ends. The perfect musical composition.

She is a moonbeam in the darkest of nights.

I never felt this way about Lynn. Like I need to capture all of her thoughts and ideas and store them in a bottle, so I never lose or forget them.

She feels like the very air I breathe.

I try to take some deep breaths to calm my racing heart. Her scent engulfs me. It’s like I can’t get the tangy sweetness of her arousal out of my nose.

My dick throbs painfully.

I walk in the direction of the bedrooms and I hear the faint moans. Harriet.

Is she touching herself? Fuck me.

I open the bedroom door and there she is, gloriously naked, one hand between her legs, the other on one of her tits.

Her pussy is wet and glistening, and I can’t take it. I dive head first into her cunt, desperate to taste her. With the first swipe of my tongue, my senses light up. I angle my face and wedge my shoulders between her thighs to get deeper.

The taste of her pussy is like nectar from heaven. I feel like I can’t get my mouth close enough. I growl into her sensitive flesh.

“Yes. Jace,” she breathes.

Her hands grip my horns, holding my face to her body. While my horns are not particularly sensitive, knowing she’s using them to steer me where she wants me is so damn erotic.

“Jace, Jace, oh damn,” she says. She rocks herself into my face.

My dick presses painfully onto the mattress of the bed beneath us, but I don’t even care. All that matters in this moment is bringing this beautiful woman pleasure. All the pleasure she can take.

I shove three fingers inside her pussy and she shrieks in pleasure as her body tightens.

“I’m coming!” she yells. Then she’s crying out and riding my face until the waves of her climax subside.

I sit up, wipe my face on my arm and stare at her.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I hope you know that.”

She gives me a sleepy smile and sits up on the bed. “You caught me touching myself.”

“I did.”

“I think it’s your pheromones. They’re driving me crazy. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.” Her blue eyes skate down my torso and land on my dick. They widen and then she circles the tip with a finger. She brings that finger to her lips and sucks it into her mouth. “You’re delicious.”

I’m just about to tell her, there’s nothing down there for her to taste because I don’t leak anything. It’s not just no orgasm and no cum, it’s no pre-cum. Nothing, just an unrelenting ache. But when I look down at my cock, there’s a bead of pre-cum oozing from the hole.

“Holy fuck,” I say.