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ropped me. I woke up with a jolt,
yelping as the padded arm of the couch drove into my belly. I
grabbed at it automatically. Big hands reached around and caught
my wrists and jerked them behind me.
"Hello, Amanda," the vampire said into my ear as he wrapped
a fist in the back of my dress. I felt a tug, heard the sound of
ripping silk, and winced.
"I thought you couldn't go where you aren't invited," I
gasped.
"I lied." He reached up under my body and caught one bare
breast in his hand. Began to knead it, to pinch and roll its
nipple until I shivered. His touch, he knew just the way to...
"You know why I find you so tempting, Amanda? Other than
the centerfold tits, I mean." He squeezed and kneaded, and I
closed my eyes. "You're so obsessed with your writing career
that you've isolated yourself. No friends. No lovers. Nobody
to keep me away." He let go of my tit and slid a hand back to
press into the bulge of my pussy. His fingers slid in easily.
"So you can't resist me."
"No! Let me go, you sonofabitch." But my voice sounded
awfully weak.
He pumped the fingers in and out a few times as I sprawled
there. I tried not to, I really did, but finally I couldn't keep
from thrusting my hips back at those delicious fingers.
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