The Sex Witch has taken over my blog and she is sharing a little (okay long) excerpt from A Vampires Kiss. Take it away Laura….
More Hot Vampire Sex!!
Alrightyyyy!
As promised, here’s another hot sex scene from one of my sizzling erotica novels to keep your pussies wet and your dicks hard. *lick, lick*
Since “A Vampire’s Kiss” has been a Kindle Bestseller since it came out the end of April, I thought I would treat you to another sex scene from this scorcher. Here it is in the Kindle Store if you haven’t read this HAWT vamp novel yet:
This time it’s sex in the office. Been there, done that. And, oh, how I love it! But I would, since Sara is a clone of me. *kinky wink*
Enjoy!
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A Vampire’s Kiss: Book One of the Manigault Vampires
~Chapter 16~
Laura Stamps (c)
On Friday morning Sara rolls the plant cart off the elevator and turns toward Dray’s office. Eight pots of colorful tulips sit on top of the heavy cart, while a roll of paper towels, a large watering can, and several spray bottles of herbal plant cleaner are stored underneath.
Dray’s office is first on her rotation schedule today. Sara’s plan is to exchange the small plants in his office and clean the larger ones.
Then she’ll deliver her surprise.
On the way back to the greenhouse she’ll stop by Val’s office and take care of his plants as well.
It’s always a treat to visit the fifteenth floor. Most of the offices at Manigault Technologies are decorated with stylishly framed, inexpensive prints and posters. But the fifteenth floor is home to the executive suites. Oil paintings hang in the hallways and offices, while exquisite Oriental rugs cover black marble floors.
Dray’s office is located at the end of the main hallway. As Sara passes the big glass doors to Val’s office, she waves at his Administrative Assistant. A knowing smile lights the woman’s face. Then she lifts her hand and forms a “thumbs up” sign.
Sara bursts out laughing. Obviously, Lacey spread the word about Sara’s surprise for Dray today. What fun! She’ll have to kid Lacey about it as soon as she reaches Dray’s office.
But when she arrives the reception area is empty.
“Lacey must be out,” Sara muses, tugging the heavy cart through the ornate cherry doors to stop in front of her friend’s desk. “Guess she decided to leave me alone with her boss this morning.” A sly smile curls her lips. “Smart woman.”
Sara lifts a pot of English ivy from the corner of the desk, its leaves a sickly shade of dull green. “Poor baby,” she soothes. “I’ll take you back to the greenhouse and give you a nice herbal bath this afternoon. You’ll be feeling sparkly again in no time.”
She sets the pot of ivy on the cart and gently runs her fingers over its weary vines. Each leaf she touches immediately darkens to a healthier color. Pulling a tissue from the pocket of her garden apron, Sara cleans a few grains of potting soil from the desk and then selects a cheerful pot of pink tulips to replace the ivy.
“Much better,” she observes, wiping her hands on the apron. “Lacey is gonna love these flowers.”
When Sara looks up she catches her reflection in the antique mirror behind the desk. Lifting her arms, she twirls once, watching her long blonde braid swing behind her back. When she stops, she giggles and takes a minute to approve of her image.
Today she’s dressed in faded, hip-hugging jeans. A thin teal sweater barely covers her flat stomach and allows the silver faery dangling from her navel ring to dance unhindered.
She chose her outfit with Dray in mind, knowing how much he loves this particular piece of jewelry. A hot pink garden apron hides the faery for now.
“But not for long,” she whispers, grinning mischievously.
Sara walks to a coffee table in the reception area and replaces a weary-looking snake plant with a pot of yellow tulips. Afterwards she cleans and fertilizes two miniature palmetto trees. Then she swings open the heavy wooden doors to Dray’s office and pushes the cart through.
“Don’t you believe in knocking, sugar?” Dray asks, his head bowed in concentration. He finishes the note he’s scribbling in a manila folder, closes it, and tosses his pen on the desk. When he looks up, his eyes twinkle like warm cinnamon and a teasing smile tugs at his lips.
“Dear Goddess,” Sara purrs. She stops in front of his desk and rests her hands on her slim hips. “You look good enough to eat, big boy.”
Leaning back in his chair, Dray clasps his hands behind his head and laughs. “You always surprise me, sugar. I forget how freely you speak your mind.”
Sara ignores his comment while she unties the garden apron. Dropping it on the plant cart, she saunters toward him, grinning triumphantly when his gaze falls to the faery navel ring. His eyes flash to black for just a moment before returning to their normal color.
Dray looks up and winks at her. Pushing his chair away from the desk, he opens his legs, allowing her to move between his thighs. When he hugs her legs for a moment with his knees, she giggles. There’s something about coaxing the playful side out of this serious man that totally turns her on.
Then again, everything about Dray turns her on. Especially when she pushes him over the edge sexually. And she intends to do just that.
Next.
Sara leans over and places her hands on his slacks, curling her slim fingers into his thighs, inches from his crotch. “I’m a spontaneous Witch, remember?”
Dray chuckles and inclines his head. “That you are, darlin’.”
Looking at him now, Sara can’t believe it’s been five days since she kissed him in the greenhouse storage closet. She’d forgotten how his black hair shimmers almost blue beneath the florescent lights of the office. As usual, it’s tied neatly at the nape of his neck with a dark ribbon and flows elegantly down to his waist. Her fingers ache to wade through its silky waves.
Today he’s wearing a black pinstripe suit, obviously Karl Lagerfeld. The jacket is neatly folded and lying over the back of an antique loveseat next to the desk. A pale lavender dress shirt and orchid tie complete his outfit.
Dray shifts in the chair, and she notices he’s wearing another pair of expensive Italian loafers. Black, of course. His designer socks are a soft cashmere blend in a tasteful black and lavender argyle pattern.
Sara can’t help smiling. The man always looks like he just stepped off a fashion runway.
His subtle cologne teases her senses, and she wonders if she’ll have the strength to carry through with her plan. Once again, she underestimated the fiery effect his presence has on her libido, which is making it hard to concentrate. All she can think about is how much she wants to jump him and impale herself on his delicious cock.
Right now.
But she can’t.
Dray opens his legs wider and reaches toward Sara, pulling her to him. His cool fingers slip beneath her sweater and caress her hips.
“I do love this,” he muses, flicking the silver faery dangling from the ring in her navel.
“You’re so easy,” Sara taunts. She slides her hands up his arms, enjoying the solidity of his lean muscles beneath the expensive weave of the lavender dress shirt.
Dray takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly. “What is that exotic fragrance you wear, sugar?” He inhales deeply again and growls. “It was clinging to my skin when I left you at the greenhouse.” His eyes darken. “I had meetings the rest of the day, but that fragrance haunted me. It made me want to bend you over this desk and take you hard and fast.”
“Alrightyyyy!” Sara exclaims, wiggling against his thighs. “I knew there was a reason I liked you, bat-boy.”
Dray winces and shakes his head.
Before he can protest she places her finger on his lips. “It’s called Egyptian Musk. I order it online from an incense shop in California.”
“Mmm,” Dray hums, and his tongue darts out to lick the tip of her finger. “Val could smell it on me, too. He kidded me about it the rest of the day.”
“Did that bother you?”
“Val delights in bothering me.” Dray sighs, looking exasperated. He shifts in his chair again, and Sara notices his cock straining against the fabric of his slacks.
Oh, yeah. He definitely likes her signature scent.
The sight of his steely bulge makes her want to purr. But she resists. This surprise isn’t about her. It’s about Dray, and how far she can push him today.
The last time she saw him was Monday morning. Now it’s Friday. Almost five days with no contact is not acceptable as far as she’s concerned. In less than two months she’ll be moving to Atlanta. She plans to be incredibly well-fucked by this gorgeous man before she leaves Columbia.
Dray needs to realize that. And fast.
“So,” he begins, the silver faery tumbling between his long fingers, “what made you think you could barge into my office unannounced, Sara? I am your boss, after all.”
Leaning down, she licks the shell of his ear, and he shivers. “Why should I knock?” she whispers.
“Because I might be on a conference call or in a meeting.”
“But you weren’t.”
“Not this time.” He reaches up and strokes the base of her throat, lingering for a moment over her rapidly beating pulse. “Did you miss me, sugar?” He pulls her closer, and she balances both hands on the arms of his chair.
Slowly he brushes his lips against hers before initiating a smoldering kiss. Sara sighs with satisfaction and presses in to taste more of him. He chuckles, and his tongue snakes forward to dance with hers.
A few minutes later he leans back and kisses the corner of her mouth. “Why are you here, Sara?” he murmurs.
She licks his bottom lip playfully. “Your plants are on my rotation schedule this morning.” She cups his face with her hands, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs. “Plus, I want kisses.”
Dray’s fingers slide beneath the waistband of her jeans to toy with the black lace of her panties. “Is that all?” he asks roughly.
“Nah,” Sara replies, slanting her lips over his. She flicks her tongue into his mouth and kisses him deeply, while her right hand drops to his crotch. When she wraps her fingers around his throbbing dick and squeezes gently, Dray groans. Pulling back from their hungry kiss, she waggles her eyebrows. “I want this, too, big boy.”
Dray chuckles and clears his throat. “Darlin’, we’re in my office in the middle of the day. I can’t fuck you now. Not here.”
“But you said you wanted to bend me over this desk and give it to me hard and fast.”
Dray arches his eyebrows and laughs. “Fantasy and reality rarely ever meet, sugar.”
“Oh, really, Dracula?” she challenges. Her left hand grips his zipper and slides it down. Before he can move she lifts his swollen cock from the folds of expensive fabric. “They do for me all the time.”
“Sara, don’t,” he warns, and then jerks when she slides her fingers over the satin skin of his thickening shaft.
“Hush, big-boy,” she scolds. “It’s almost lunchtime. Let me play.” She releases his cock and backs up, motioning for him to slide his chair up to the desk.
“Sara, you didn’t lock the door.”
She laughs naughtily while she sits for a moment on the edge of his desk. “And this is supposed to discourage an exhibitionist?”
“Oh, no.” Dray closes his eyes and sighs. “I forgot.”
“I didn’t,” she chimes, dropping to her knees and ducking her head to scoot beneath the desk.
“Sara, stop,” he commands, reaching for her arms to lift her up.
Quickly, she grasps his thighs and licks a drop of salty fluid from the engorged head of his cock. Dray stiffens and inhales sharply. His grip tightens on her arms. Not to pull her up, but to hold on as she sucks the crest of sensitive skin beneath the head, tickling it with her tongue.
“Fuck,” he exhales. “You can’t do this here.”
Sara looks up at him and licks her lips. She wraps her fingers around his hardening shaft and begins to pump slowly. “But I am, big-boy.” She giggles and pumps faster. “I’ve been wanting to eat you ever since you nailed me in the greenhouse.” She gives him a Fey smile and bats her eyelashes. “Really.”
“Damn,” he moans, his jaw rigid as he struggles for control. “You’re destroying me, Sara.”
“Well, it’s about time somebody did.” She looks down at his gorgeously stiff cock between her hands. “I’d say you’re long overdue, wouldn’t you?”
Dray shivers when Sara dips her head and takes his entire shaft into the moist warmth of her mouth. “You look like an angel, sugar. But I swear, you’re as dangerous as sin.” He exhales roughly. “I never know what you’re going to do.”
“Or say,” she adds. Then she licks his erection from the root to the head in one slow, sensuous stroke.
“That, too.”
“Good,” Sara replies. She wraps her lips around his shaft and pulls back, sucking slow and hard until his cock pops out of her mouth. “You have no idea how much I love this.”
“Oral sex?” he asks, gritting his teeth when she sucks the swollen head of his dick, kissing the tiny slit after she flicks her tongue across it.
“Cocks,” she corrects, letting his dick pop out of her mouth a second time.
Dray hisses, and his shaft jerks with need. “You did it again.”
“I know. I can’t help it, Dracula. I love everything about cocks, especially yours. The musky way you taste. How wonderful my tongue feels gliding over your soft, silky skin.” She kisses the tip again. “I love this fat head, ya know?” She hums as she licks the bulging vein running down his steely shaft. “I could eat you for lunch,” she whispers. “And I think I will.”
Dray frowns and lifts his hips toward her. “In other words, I’m in serious trouble.”
Sara looks up at him and gives him a saucy grin. “Definitely.”
At that moment a sharp knock on the door causes Dray to straighten. Quickly, he helps Sara scoot all the way under his desk. Then he slides his chair forward to hide her presence completely.
“Dray,” Val says, striding into the office. “I have those marketing reports you asked for.”
Sara presses her cheek to Dray’s leg, smothering a giggle. Then she nips his thigh through the fabric of his slacks. When he jumps she hears papers rustling.
“Are you okay, little brother?” Val asks. “You look flushed.”
Before Dray can reply, he inhales sharply as Sara swallows his cock, slowly pulling back in long, sucking strokes. With her right hand she pumps the root of his shaft again.
“No, I’m fine, Val,” he replies huskily.
“Okay,” Val says, not sounding convinced. “Lacey wasn’t at her desk, so I thought I’d check to see if you’re free to discuss this.”
“No problem. What can I do for you?” Dray grips Sara’s arm and shakes it.
She ignores his warning and sets a tight, suctioning rhythm, swirling her tongue over the head of Dray’s thick cock. Rock-hard now, his shaft twitches in her mouth. When she reaches out and fondles his balls, Dray jumps again.
“I see Sara has been here,” Val comments, sounding amused.
“Oh?”
“Her plant cart,” Val continues. “But I didn’t pass her on the way in. Where is she?”
“Miss Gadsden had something she wanted to take care of first,” Dray replies. His thighs tremble against Sara, while she relentlessly works his needy shaft.
If she could, she’d laugh out loud. Val’s timing is perfect. She had hoped her surprise would push Dray beyond his comfort zone. But Val’s presence takes it to the next level. She’s so turned-on she can feel her juices flowing through the lace of her panties, soaking the seam of her jeans.
Sara hears Val chuckle when the desk creaks above her. He must be sitting on the edge like he did the first time she met him.
“There is the most unusual fragrance in this room.” Val hesitates, and she can hear him sniffing loudly. The man obviously loves to torment his brother. “It smells like a mix of Sara’s intriguing perfume and something else. Something hot and wet.”
Dray clears his throat irritably. “Val….,” he warns.
“Don’t worry, little brother,” Val replies, laughing. “I think we can have this discussion another time.”
The desk creaks again, and Sara can hear Val walking toward the door.
“Would you like me to lock this for you when I leave?” Val asks.
“Please,” Dray growls.
After Sara hears the door close and the snick of the lock she bursts out laughing. She can’t resist. Val’s interruption was so timely it was as if she’d planned it herself. But she didn’t. And that made it even better.
“Enough!” Dray exclaims, thoroughly exasperated.
He digs his heels into the Oriental rug beneath the desk and pushes back, rolling the chair away while lifting Sara to her feet in one effortless motion.
“Vixen,” he exhales, leaning back in the chair and taking a ragged breath. His engorged dick is so hard it presses against his stomach like a flagpole.
“Wasn’t that fun?” she asks, clapping her hands and laughing out loud again. “I just loved it!”
“You would, sugar,” he grumbles.
Standing between his legs, Sara looks down at him and sighs. There’s no other way to say it: the man is simply gorgeous.
At this moment Dray’s face is flushed with sexual tension. His eyes shine like onyx beneath lids heavy with lust. His hair is no longer neatly gathered at the nape of his neck. Now a few loose strands frame his moist face. He definitely has the look of a man who needs release, and she wants him badly.
How did she ever think she could push him like this and deny herself? Suddenly, her brilliant plan doesn’t seem like such a good one.
As if sensing her inner struggle, Dray begins to stroke his rigid cock still slick with her saliva. Gone is the conservative businessman. In his place is a wild creature, who watches her with the intensity of a seasoned predator.
The planes of his face seem sharper now, and his expression radiates raw need. Knowing him, she’s sure it’s the blood lust of the Sanguinarian. Still, his piercing stare almost melts her. It’s so blatantly sexual.
And hungry.
Her pussy gushes, and she craves him with a hunger of her own. Every cell in her body urges her to jump into his lap and ride him until they’re both sweaty and exhausted.
“Dear Goddess, you’ve got to be sexiest man I’ve ever met,” she breathes.
Before she can change her mind and ditch her plan, Sara drops to her knees and takes his thick cock into her mouth. Massaging his balls with her fingertips, she feels them draw up tight against his groin. She starts to hum, vibrating his shaft as she drags her tongue around the bulbous head, fluttering it over the sweet spot underneath.
“Damn!” Dray wraps her braid around his fist. “Suck me,” he commands, pumping his hips while he fucks her mouth.
His cock hardens like an iron rod. Sara’s cheeks hollow while she runs her tongue across the head and then down his shaft. Back and forth. Up and down. Taking him deeply into her throat, she swallows to give the tip a squeezing, erotic kiss. At the same time she pumps him with her right hand, working him thoroughly to the root.
A few minutes later he swells even larger, and an intense climax roars through him. Sara looks up and watches Dray tip back his head and howl with feral pleasure.
Immediately, he tries to pull back. But Sara digs the short nails of her left hand into his thigh, holding onto him as she swallows and laps up the streams of hot cum his pulsing dick shoots down her throat. When he finishes, she tenderly kisses his softening shaft before releasing it.
Sitting back on her heels, Sara grins up at him and licks her swollen lips. “That was quite a yell, big-boy. Think Lacey is gonna call 911?”
Dray collapses in the chair and chuckles wearily. Reaching up, he tugs the ribbon from his hair. As he finger-combs his long tresses he pushes them away from his moist face. Then he pulls out a drawer in the desk and grabs a monogrammed handkerchief to blot the perspiration from his forehead.
Taking advantage of the moment, Sara leaps up and straddles his lap before he can protest. “Here. Let me help you with that.” She takes the handkerchief from him and gently dabs his face and neck. A bead of sweat rolls down his cheek, and she licks the salty fluid with the tip of her tongue.
“No,” Dray finally replies, loosely wrapping his arms around her.
“No, what?”
“No, Lacey isn’t going to call 911.” He takes a ragged breath and exhales slowly. “She had a doctor’s appointment this morning and won’t return until after lunch.”
“You’re a lucky guy,” Sara giggles, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“And you, sugar, are a dangerous woman.” Dray turns until their lips meet, and his tongue enters at a leisurely pace. But when Sara moans, his arms tighten around her. His kiss becomes aggressive, and he takes possession of her mouth.
Sara leans into him, surrendering completely. Lust fuels her libido, and heat pools low in her belly. She presses her fingers into his arms to keep from ripping the expensive designer clothes from his body and ramming his gorgeous cock inside her.
Breathlessly, Sara pulls away from his mouth when she feels her resistance slipping. “You, Mr. Manigault, are a dangerous kisser,” she whispers.
Dray tucks a stray wisp of blonde hair behind her ear, his touch lingering while his thumb strokes the pulse at her neck. “That was an incredible blow job, sugar.” He bends forward, his hot breath caressing her neck as he nips her shoulder. “I think you’re the one with the dangerous lips.”
Sara laughs and wiggles her ass against his thighs. Unfortunately, it brings her clit in direct contact with his crotch, reminding her of how much she wants him.
Once again, as if Dray can read her thoughts, his hand moves down to cup her mound. His thumb presses against that sensitive bundle of nerves while he massages her pussy.
It feels so good her resistance crumbles. Sara closes her eyes and mewls as she bucks against his talented fingers.
When he removes his hand, she whimpers in protest.
“Shh,” Dray soothes. Staring at her intently, he brings his fingers to his nose and takes a deep breath. His eyes flash as black as a summer night while he inhales the spicy scent of her arousal. Slowly, he lowers his hand, his dark eyes never losing contact with hers. “What about you, sugar? What can I do for you?”
“Nothing,” she replies, swallowing hard to bolster her resolve.
“No?” He strokes her thighs, stopping short of her aching cunt.
Sara shakes her head, unable to trust her voice. Carefully, she tucks his semi-hard cock back into his slacks and zips him up with trembling fingers. “I like the idea of you owing me, Dracula.”
He lifts his eyebrows with surprise.
“Don’t worry.” She glances up at him through thick lashes. “I’ve got something reallllllly kinky in mind.”
Dray just looks at her. Speechless and horrified.
A saucy smile lights Sara’s face. “Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?”
“Damnation, woman,” he grumbles. “You’re not dangerous. You’re lethal.”
“Just figuring that out, huh?” Sara laughs, rocking back on his thighs. “Hey, ever notice how I’m always sitting on your lap before or after sex, bat-boy?”
“Do tell,” he murmurs. “Almost looks as thought you’ve conquered me, doesn’t it, darlin’?”
“Maybe I have,” she whispers, nuzzling his neck, suddenly not as anxious to leave Columbia in January as she’d planned.
“What a weird thought,” she muses. Then she nips his earlobe.
Hard.
“You bit me!” Dray exclaims, jerking back from her.
“Fair is fair, Dracula.” Sara laughs again, the sound as high and clear as the tinkling of tiny bells.
Dray rubs his ear and frowns.
“What? You thought you were the only one who could play vamp?” Sara winks at him. “Think again, big-boy.” She places her finger on his sexy lips. “Remember, I’m an expert on vampires.”
“I know, sugar.” A wry grin curves one corner of Dray’s mouth. He lifts her hand, turns it over, and slowly presses a kiss to the center of her palm. “I haven’t forgotten.”
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Laura Stamps is an award-winning, Pagan paranormal erotica novelist, whose blog is wickedly naughty. Her work has been published in over a thousand magazines, literary journals, and anthologies worldwide. The recipient of a “Pulitzer Prize” nomination and seven“Pushcart Award” nominations, she is the author of more than 53 books. A Wiccan Faery Witch (Otherkin Fey), empath, sexual sorceress, and psychic, Laura enjoys writing novels about contemporary Pagans living in the Deep South. Because she portrays Pagans realistically, her novels are full of real spells, chants, and rituals. You’ll also find romance and HOT sex in most of her books. Why? Because she’s totally oversexed and loves it! Currently, Laura lives in Columbia, South Carolina, with 9 cats and her Alpha husband (Wes) in an antebellum-style house. Beyond her backyard lies a state forest, which just happens to be full of faeries. *Fey wink*
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