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.Azza was gorgeous.She had the face of a goddess, curves that would tempt a saint and legs that wouldn’t quit.Her long, dark hair fell to her waist and her violet eyes were filled with mischief.Jak held out his hand.Her hand was slender and her fingers were cool to the touch.As they walked out onto the street Jak wondered if picking up a stranger was a good idea.He’d recently come to the city from a small rural town looking for work.He didn’t know a thing about Azza.Did she pick up guys on a regular basis? Would she ask for payment once his pants were down?As if knowing he was questioning his decision, Azza cupped his chin and kissed him, the gentle brush of her lips brief, but enticing as the perfume she wore.How long had it been since he had a relationship longer than one or two nights? Six months at least and not one of the women had excited him as much as Azza.Desire burning low and deep, Jak slid his arm around her waist.He’d be a fool to pass up the opportunity.He’d have to trust his instincts.“My building is just two blocks over.My apartment is above a boarded-up paint store.Most of the businesses have closed down, but the area is reasonably safe.”Jak wished his place was nice enough to impress a woman like Azza, but times were tough.Since the urban wars a quarter century ago, the economy had remained in the tank.Tomorrow, he had an appointment with a government placement officer.Maybe meeting Azza meant his luck was about to change.He unlocked the street level door and stepped into the tiny foyer leading to a narrow staircase.He glanced at her heels.“Sorry, my place is three flights up.”“No problem.” When they reached his door, Azza leaned into him, pressing her belly against his hip.She slipped a hand beneath his shirt.“Your heart is pounding.”It wasn’t the stairs that were making his heart jump out of his chest.“You excite me.”She pressed her lips against his neck.Her lips were cool, but he was running hot.She licked his skin.His heart racing, he unlocked the deadbolt.Inside his dark apartment, Jak pulled Azza into his arms and kissed her.Bracing his weight against the door, he held her flush against him.Her breasts were round and firm and her belly was pressed invitingly to his groin.His blood thundered in his ears, roaring through his veins.Stone hard, he cupped her leather-clad ass.Azza responded with a slow grind of her hips.She grasped his shirt, her pointed nails scraping over his skin as she shoved it upwards.He yanked off the shirt and yelped when she nipped him above his right nipple.She licked her way up to his neck and suckled.Jak knew he’d have a mark on his neck come tomorrow, but damn it felt good.He didn’t have to coax or seduce.Azza was ready, willing and attacking the buckle of his belt.Within seconds, his zipper was down and his cock was in her hand.She palmed him, stroking him with slender fingers.He was so damn hard he hurt.The definition of lucky changed when she slid to her knees.Her tongue snaked over him, tracing the throbbing veins on his cock, driving him wild.“That feels so good.Suck me, hard.”Her mouth encircled him, tugging on his needy flesh.She palmed his balls, gently kneading.Damn, she knew what to do with her mouth, tongue and fingers.On the edge of climax, Jak grabbed a handful of her silky hair and warned her of the inevitable.“I’m gonna come.”Instead of releasing him, she took him deeper and sucked him harder.Chapter ThreeHis hot blood coursed against Azza’s lips and tongue, torturing her vampire senses.He was big and hard with lush, blood-filled veins lacing his cock.Azza licked and sucked, loving every inch of his heated flesh.Jak gasped and his body jerked.Then he spilled into her mouth.Azza swallowed, released him and licked her lips.She loved the taste of lusty male.Her tongue slid over her fangs.There was only one thing she liked better, rich, tangy blood.Damn, she wanted to bite him and suck him dry.She opened her eyes and hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of his underwear and yanked them down.The jeans and underwear pooled at his feet.His eyes opened.“Damn, that felt good.”“Take off your shoes, Jak.”He toed off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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