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Stardust (Peaches Monroe #1) Page 55
Author: Mimi Strong

Surfacing, I sputtered, “Lemme try again.”

He kissed me tenderly, then hopped up out of the water and took a seat at the edge of the pool, his legs still in the water from the lower knee down.

“Look at you bobbing around. You’re a true mermaid,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to know the pleasure of a mermaid.”

I rolled back on the water, taking a deep breath for buoyancy and floating on my back for him. He grabbed my hand as I swirled by and tugged me toward him.

Upright again with my toes on the stony floor, I waded toward him and nestled between his legs.

He gazed down with a big grin as I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed the tops of his bu**ocks. His sea cucumber filled up quickly, straining to reach my lips. With a nod down, I had the head in my mouth, and I pulsed down on the shaft with a quick swirl of my tongue.

On the third bob, he caught my head in his hands.

“Slow down,” he said, panting. “Not so fast, baby.”

I pulled away, apologizing.

He caught me under the chin with his fingers and tilted my head up to face his. With the sun high overhead and nothing but trees above him, he was so beautiful, he took my breath away.

“No need to apologize,” he said. “I’m the one who can’t control himself when I’m around you. Your mouth feels so good. So does your pu**y. I’m addicted to all your pink bits.”

I covered my face with one hand, feeling shy.

He laughed. “It’s just you and me and the trees. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

Nodding, I moved back into position and gently took him into my mouth, slower this time.

I sensed his body shift, as he leaned back with weight on his hands behind him, just enough to lift his h*ps toward me.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “I’m being blown by a beautiful mermaid. I should talk to the writers about doing something like this for Drake.”

I pulled away, making a lollipop-pop sound with my lips. “What?”

“Well, not for this movie, but for my TV series. We have so many supernatural creatures involved in the season arcs already—werewolves, succubi, and of course, vampires. Why not mermaids? It’s fresh, original, and… what are you doing? Why’d you stop?”

“You can’t tell the writers about this.”

“I can’t tell them about the ethereal creature who seduced me with her eyes the moment we met? How she jumped into my arms and made me feel like a hero?” He reached down and adjusted his sack, grimacing. “How she gave me a tragic case of blue balls?”

I floated back on the water, feeling the warmth of the dappled sun on my front and the hot water at my back.

Closing my eyes, I said, “This moment is private. Don’t talk about me. I don’t like being talked about.”

“Then you shouldn’t have an actor as a boyfriend.”

I went tense and started to sink. Boyfriend?

Upright again, my toes on the stone bottom, I squinted up at Dalton’s perfect face. “You’re my boyfriend?”

He shrugged, his face neutral and unreadable. “Unless you want me to be your vampire lover. Do you want me to be Drake for you?”

I gave him side-eye.

With grit in his voice, he said, “Petra! I command you to come to me, at once.”

My brain did a little double-hop of confusion, because he’d changed. Dalton Deangelo was gone, and Drake Cheshire sat na**d at the edge of the hot spring. His erect c**k took on a menacing gleam.

My breathing sped up, and I could feel my pu**y swelling with excitement. Oh, f**k. Drake Cheshire. Oh, f**k me three times and don’t call me in the morning, I was about to blow the world’s hottest vampire.

“Come here, now,” he commanded. “This c**k isn’t going to suck itself, so put your pretty lips around it and blow.”

“Blow it yourself! Nobody talks to me like that.”

Still staring intensely at me, he held out one arm and beckoned me to him with a finger. I’d seen him—Drake, the vampire—do this to his girls. He could be sweet at times, but he still had that evil vampire side. That beckoning gesture made me yell at the TV screen, but it also made me put my hand down my pants. So conflicting.

Still playing Drake, he said, “Come here and do as you’re told.”

I paddled my way to him, still feeling conflicted. And very swollen.

With a subservient whimper, I nudged my way between his legs.

“Lick it.”

I ran my tongue along the midline of his cock, from the balls to the gleaming bead on the tip.

“Good girl,” he said, his tone still stern. “I will allow you to suck my supernaturally hard vampire cock, but only if you sound grateful. Can you sound grateful?”

My whimper turned into a moan, and I took a full mouth and throat full of his engorged yumminess, around the most grateful sounds I could manage.

His manhood really was hard, too—nearly as hard as the stone under my toes. The more I moaned about how grateful I was, the more I felt grateful. My pu**y was roaring for attention, so I slipped one hand down in the warm water, but he grabbed my arm and pulled it back up.

“Bad girl,” he said. “Don’t you lose focus on me by pleasuring yourself.”

“I’m a bad girl,” I sputtered around his meat flute.

“Yes, you are. You’re a trespasser, and an exhibitionist. Suck a little harder. Mmm, that’s good. Slower. Yes, I need this. Oh, Petra, I needed you so bad, and I didn’t even know.”

Was he still playing Drake, or was this Dalton?

I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.

Something buzzed nearby. Just one loud pulse. I paused, but not for long, because he was thick and urgent, ready to blow.

The buzz happened again.

“Damn it!” he said. “What the hell is that?”

I pulled my mouth away, blinking and looking around. The spell was broken. We were no longer a sexy vampire and a slutty mermaid, but two trespassers, na**d and engaged in a sex act on private property.

The buzz sound happened a third time, and then speakers crackled to life with what seemed to be a pre-recorded message: “Attention trespassers. Motion sensors have detected unauthorized activity. A security team is on its way to this site. Please vacate the premises immediately.”

Dalton was already pulling his legs out of the hot spring and getting to his feet.

“Come on, let’s run,” he said.

I splashed over to the side with the rock steps and climbed out, feeling very big and conspicuous. Motion sensors? Holy f**k, were there cameras out here?

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