by Ivy Banks
He was not difficult to spot, already encased in a group of adoring fans, but as they parted, Charlotte felt her breath catch. The blonde was also seated at his table, watching the scene with slight amusement.
Oh, she is brazen. Erik Hanover doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.
Charlotte watched as Lincoln casually dismissed the people at the table with a charming smile and turned his full attention on the woman. The look that they exchanged was unmistakable. They were in love.
A force that she could not see overtook Charlotte and she fled the restaurant in search of Erik Hanover.
He needs to be told. I have to tell him, even if it costs me my job, I cannot let this shameless woman continue betraying him.
The pounding on his door alarmed him slightly and Erik rushed toward the entranceway. He was startled to see Charlotte standing before him, her face a contorted mask of anger.
“Mr. Hanover, I need to speak to you,” she told him with an urgency that caused his eyebrows to rise.
“Sure, Charlotte,” he agreed, stepping back to allow her into the spacious cottage. “Is everything all right?”
She paused, staring at him for a moment, taking in his dinner attire.
“Are you going out?” she asked suddenly, her dark chocolate eyes registering some surprise.
He nodded, confused by her question.
“Yes, I am meeting Pearl for dinner.”
She sighed heavily and shook her head.
“Mr. Hanover,” she said solemnly. “You should sit down.”
Erik’s back tensed and he drew toward her, concern lighting his stormy eyes.
“What has happened to Pearl?” he demanded, seizing her arms. A slight glimmer of fear lit her eyes.
“Nothing, sir, she’s fine,” Charlotte insisted. “She’s perfectly fine.”
Erik relaxed slightly and released her arms.
“What is it then?”
“Mr. Hanover,” she started again but there was uncertainty in her voice. “I’m sorry to tell you this but Pearl…”
“Pearl what?” Erik roared. “What is it?”
“She’s having dinner with another man right now.”
Erik stopped, Charlotte’s words reverberating through his mind.
“What?” he finally asked. “What do you mean?”
“She is currently seated inside Délicieux having dinner with Lincoln Pembroke. I’m sure you know who he is. I should mention that I also saw her entering his cottage today with her own key. Sir, I believe they are having an affair.”
A low growl began to rumble through Erik, which ultimately erupted into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
Charlotte’s face registered consternation, causing Erik to chortle harder.
“I’m sorry,” she snapped, turning to leave. “I thought you might want to know what your girlfriend was doing. My mistake.”
“Charlotte, wait!” he called, drawing close to her, and placing a hand on her arm. “Pearl is not my girlfriend.”
Charlotte paused mid-step.
“She’s not?” Charlotte whispered and Erik chuckled.
“No,” he replied. “She’s family. She’s my sister.”
Slowly, Charlotte turned and stared at him.
She’s relieved. She wants me as badly as I want her, he realized, reading the hope in her face.
“I am so embarrassed,” she muttered and Erik could see that was true.
I have never been so aroused by a woman. She knows what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it, even risking her job to endear herself to me. I am right about her. She is meant to be with me.
He yanked her close, their faces parallel.
“Don’t be,” he told her. “You risked your job and potential embarrassment to protect me. It would have been so easy to just do nothing unconcerned with how I might be affected. But you put yourself out there for me. I have never wanted a woman as badly as I want you now.”
He did not allow for her to respond, pressing his lips to hers and inhaling her deeply.
Instantly, she melted into his arms and Erik scooped her up, carried her to the bedroom, and sat her atop a chest of drawers against the wall across from the bed. She stared at him eagerly as he bent down to kiss her passionately and trace the lines of her exquisite face toward her smooth neck with his hot eager mouth.
She sighed, her hands unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his chiselled chest and abs. He skilfully undid her blouse two buttons at a time as his mouth moved lower, tasting the tops of her full heaving bosom.
Her back arched as she relished his warm wet kisses on her soft skin.
Deftly, he pulled off her blouse with one hand as the other unclasped her black lace bra, freeing the voluptuous mounds it had been struggling to contain. He placed his hands against her flat stomach, and slid them up her nude torso until they eased into the hot creases between her body and the undersides of her impressive breasts. He lifted their soft weight up in the palms of his hands, marvelling at their beauty - two supple caramel orbs punctuated by mahogany nipples pointing to the heavens.
With his mouth he lubricated her firm points, then kissed her passionately on the lips as his thumbs slowly traced wet circles around the outer edges of her areola causing the centers of her nipples to harden and protrude farther still. Taking one in his mouth, then the other, he resisted the urge to bite too hard as she leaned into his urgent breath. Erik knew he needed to steel himself against his overwhelming desire, but it had been so long since he had wanted another so deeply.
She is the one, he told himself, his mouth reluctantly straying from the lusciousness of her breasts and toward her stomach.
Without warning, Charlotte pulled his unbuttoned shirt from his body, leaned back against the wall, placed her feet on his taut bare chest, and quickly extended her smooth long legs outward. Erik allowed himself to be pushed away, peddling backwards until falling onto the large waiting bed.
She bounded down from her perch, unzipped the back of her skirt, and let it fall to the floor revealing the entirety of her silky-smooth, tan body. Laying back propped up on his elbows, his lower legs hanging over the edge of the bed, Erik used the edge of the bedframe to quickly pull his shoes and socks off.
She lifted her hands up and slowly ran her fingers through her hair, fully exposing her chest as she approached him patiently. His eyes were fixated on her heavy breasts bouncing subtly with each of her steps. Her eyes were transfixed on the bulge in his pants that grew larger with each of her steps.
She knelt on the floor in front of him, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, then slowly unzipped them and slid them off.
Beneath his tight, black boxer-briefs, the outline of his thick cock, extending from the center of his crotch, reached along his body to just under his hip-bone. She took hold of the thin dark material and slowly began to pull. As she did, a seam in the material caught on the ridge around the base of his swollen gland, clinging there as the rest of his underwear slid further down, until the seam pulled free, releasing his rigid member to spring forcefully to attention.
She stared as she tossed the boxers aside. Given his height and stature, she had known it would be big. But this was more than she had anticipated. Looking at it, she was as nervous as she was lustful. Going to need lots of foreplay, she thought.
She took hold of the base of his thick shaft with her left hand, and the tip of it with her right, and then licked and kissed up and down his full length repeatedly, covering as much of his hot smooth skin with her saliva as she could. Once his pulsing member was fully lubricated, she lifted her head, straightened her back, took her large soft breasts in her hands, and slid them down around his cock. She stared into his beautiful eyes as she squeezed his huge erection between her supple tits, then began gliding them up and down and around it, slowly at first, then little by little quickening her pace. The heat on her cleavage emanating from him was so intense she began to sweat, further lubricating her movements. Never breaking ey
e contact, she quickened her pace, hoping to soon feel his hot climax on her chest.
But before she could make him cum, he brought his palms to his mouth, and then gently transferred the warm wetness therein to her lovely round nipples. Gently, he caressed and teased them, then, once they were fully engorged, he took them between his fingers, and began slowly pulling them towards him.
His strong fingers pulling on her hard protruding nipples, and her supple breasts stroking his large, hard penis was all too much for her. She felt wetness dripping from between her legs, and suddenly she no longer wanted to feel him erupt on her chest; she wanted to feel it inside her.
She climbed up him, preparing to straddle his waist, but his hands took holder under her thighs, and in an instant his powerful arms lifted her up and sat her down straddling his face. She felt his strong wet tongue tracing figure eights around her pulsing bud as his hands kneaded the flesh of her buttocks. Grabbing her rear firmer, up and down he moved her, sliding his tongue up into her and along her inner walls.
As his tongue explored her delectable interior, her body shuddered in ecstasy. His hands gripping her bottom, rhythmically moving her up and down on his eager mouth, she arched her back, placed her hand on his broad chest, then slid it down his rippled abdomen searching for the object of her desire. Wrapping her small hand around as much of it as she could, she stroked firmly, climbed off his face, and into the center of the bed.
Still grasping his cock, she readied herself on both knees and one hand, while her other hand guided him by his manhood over till he was kneeling behind her. She breathed deeply and brought his swollen wet tip to her tight dripping entrance.
Slowly, her hand pulled him into her, each inch spreading her lower lips wider, and filling her more than she’d ever experienced, her body quivering from the sensation. Once she pulled him as deep into her as she could, she let go, placed both hands on the bed clenching the sheets, and began rocking her hips. Back and forth she moved, sliding her delicate opening from the tip of this thick erection to its hilt. Back and forth, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her.
He traced his left hand across the rounded fullness of her rear, around her left outer thigh, in along the crease at the top of her leg, until his fingers found her exquisite yearning nub, and began stroking it in firm continuous circles. His right hand reached down around her torso, across her chest, taking her left breast in his hand, his forearm pinning her other breast to her body. He squeezed her heavy hanging softness, pulling it down till her nipple grazed the bed’s silk sheets with each movement.
Charlotte cried out, turning to look at him with huge, pleading eyes. Erik looked at her as if he could not stop himself, plunging fully into her until she screamed.
He thrust into her deeply and forcefully while his hand stroked her swollen nub. As he quickened his pace, she silently willed him to finish with her, as he pushed harder inside.
Charlotte’s shrieks reached feverish pitches, and as he began to spill his built-up seed into her, she felt herself gush against his fingers on her clit.
The sound of his loud groans in her ear, the feel of his huge cock pulsing and growing larger inside her, coaxed even more from her endless fountain of climax.
Still dripping, Erik withdrew himself from her and collapsed onto his back next to her.
“That was unbelievable,” he gasped.
Charlotte licked her lips and laid her nude glistening body onto his chest. She could feel its rise and fall but she did notice the absence of his heartbeat.
She wrapped her arms around his torso and moaned gently in agreement, unable to muster any words.
Chapter 5
“Lincoln…”
Lincoln put his fork down and looked at his lover’s face, fixated past his shoulder.
He turned and looked at where Pearl stared, her face filled with tentative hope. Walking toward their table was Erik and the resort manager.
“Erik, we have almost finished eating,” Pearl declared. “We got tired of waiting for you…but now I can see you had a good reason for being late.”
“Lincoln, Pearl, this is Charlotte.”
“Lovely to meet you Charlotte,” Pearl announced, extending her hand.
“Yes,” Lincoln murmured, glancing at Pearl covertly.
Could Erik have a lover? And if Erik has a lover could that mean something good for Pearl and me?
Lincoln opened his mouth but Pearl stepped in smoothly, turning to her brother and newfound interest.
“Will you be joining us, Charlotte?” Pearl asked innocently but her eyes were firmly fixed on Erik when she asked the question.
“Yes,” Erik replied, holding out a chair and meeting Pearl’s gaze evenly. “Charlotte will be joining us.”
THE END
Dancer’s Delight
When you’re running a kingdom, you must protect your people.
Royal Vampire Kingdom Prologue
Many eons ago, the first vampire came into existence when a great warrior named Atticus was given the gift of immortality from an almighty warlock. But with the gift of eternal life came great responsibility. As Atticus developed a thirst for blood, he knew he had to leverage his powers wisely.
Over time, immortality became lonely, and Atticus embarked on a quest to form his own family. Choosing his “children” based on strength of character, fortitude and the ability to navigate an ever changing world for millennia upon millennia, Atticus created a clan that would be able to rule over all other vampires, creating order and hierarchy among them.
The Vampire King gave sixteen worthy humans the gift of everlasting life. The chosen soon became the fifteen princes and sole princess of the vampire world. Together they became the Hanover family.
From these original sixteen individuals, all vampires in the world were created. Though vampires now cover the Earth as rampantly as man and beast, the original Hanover clan remains the most powerful among them.
This is the love story of Lucas Hanover.
Chapter 1
Tiffany adjusted her red lace bra one final time to make her breasts look more voluptuous. It was going to be a big pay day. She knew exactly what these guys wanted and she was ready to give it to them.
No touching allowed was a firm rule at The Dominion and its sister clubs, but lap dances and pole dancing didn’t bring in the amount of cash she needed for the lavish lifestyle she wanted. She was always one to break the rules, so she wasn’t going to let the club’s rules get in the way of her livelihood.
A knock on the door let her know her clients had arrived. The key to getting tipped well was letting the men feel like she enjoyed herself, and most of the time, she did. The two men behind the door were hot, and the best part was that they loved to throw their Silicon Valley money around. She was willing to do whatever they wanted because what they were willing to pay her. By the end of that night she would be able to pay her rent for at least two months, with enough left over to get a new Prada handbag she’d had her eye on.
She inhaled deeply and plastered a fake smile on her face and opened the door. She gave the bouncer, Carlos, a quick wink for being game, she would tip him out later, and she welcomed her clients to the VIP room. These guys were repeat customers that she’d been working for awhile, and she could tell from their faces that the sexy duo were ready to play. The best thing about working at a high-end Las Vegas gentlemen’s club like The Dominion was the clientele it brought in, and these guys exemplified it.
The bottles of tequila and vodka were set up with mixers, glasses, and ice on the table in front of the red tufted couch that formed a semi-circle around the private performance area. She grasped their hands, shut the door, and led them to the couch to be seated.
After making sure the two men were comfortable, she poured them both drinks. It didn’t take long before they got down to business.
She straddled the dark-haired man’s lap, peeling off his glasses and grinded up against his cock. She felt his member leng
then from beneath his jeans as she moved her hips back and forth.
The blond man rose from the couch and stood behind her. He unhooked her bra, exposing her large, firm breasts. Tiffany had used her entire savings to purchase larger implants, and she believed it was money well spent. Her tips had almost doubled after she went from a C-cup to a DD-cup.
After the second breast implant surgery, the sensations in her nipples weren’t the same. However, her client would never guess that she could hardly feel him twisting and pinching them because she moaned and groaned like his touch was pushing her over the edge of ecstasy.
Tiffany scooted off the first man’s lap onto the couch, removed her panties, and positioned herself on all fours, before cooing out orders at the blond, “Take me from behind.”
The blond’s eyes lit up as he unbuckled his pants.
These guys are so predictable, she thought. I don’t even need to waste my time with foreplay. I’ll get them to cum quick and then I can go back out there and make more money. Easy peasy…
She unbuckled the brown-haired man’s pants so she could go down on him while the blond man entered her doggy style. Moving her mouth up and down, the man moaned loudly, his mouth agape in a pre-orgasmic daze. The blond man thrust into her forcefully while grunting like a wild animal.
Tiffany felt the dark-haired man’s cock begin to throb, signalling he was on the verge of release. The blond man’s grunting became more erratic, and she knew he was also ready to explode. She cupped the set of balls in front of her, giving them a firm tug. At the same time she clenched her pussy around the blond’s rigid, pumping member like a vice grip.
Yes, both at the same time, Tiffany thought smugly. I’m really that good.
She panted and yelled out, bucking her hips into the blond and filling her mouth with the other man. Neither man could contain themselves any longer and she sat back on the exploding cock inside her while the hot, milky cum shot out of the other one all over her chest.