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suggestively against his hardness. “Jorge,” she said slowly. “You like what you see? What you feel?”
    “Sí.”
He moved his hands from her back to her ass. It felt as perfect as it looked in the short black skirt.
    “And I like what I feel,” she purred as she rubbed her hips against his hard-on. “Shall we leave this place?”
    Jorge silently congratulated himself. He was so good, he didn’t even have to buy her a drink. He laughed and spun her with one hand. His mama should have called him Lucky. “We shall.”
    Outside, he hit the keychain remote to unlock the truck doors.
    The doors clicked and the lights flickered. At the passenger door, he grabbed her around the waist and picked her up. He kissed her hard before depositing her in the leather seat. Pausing at the driver’s side door, he grabbed his jeans and pulled. His crotch was getting very tight.
    “Any place in particular?” Jorge asked as he drove out of the parking lot. He hoped she’d pick somewhere close. He wasn’t sure how long he could stay bound up in his jeans.
    She ran a finger down his cheek. “The old cemetery.”
    Jorge turned his head to stare at her. “What?”
    She gave him a dazzling smile and a wink. “I like it a little kinky. Is that a problem for you?” she drawled.
    Okay, so maybe he did hear her right. Freaky little bitch. The night just kept getting better. “Oh, no,
mujer atractiva
. Kinky is just my style.”
    He laughed, ran one hand down her exposed thigh, and turned the truck east with the other. Could this babe get any hotter?
    Jorge drove the back roads, turning and stopping a couple of times to get his bearings. The cemetery sat in the middle of nowhere, a square patch of trees and headstones. In an otherwise vast, boring flatland, it was the only disruption.

    The sky overhead was pitch black, punctuated by a mantle of twinkling stars and a round full moon. It was easy to get lost when it was so dark and everything looked the same. His throbbing cock urged him to find the cemetery, and quickly. Finally, the stand of trees that defined the perimeter came into view.
    He’d barely put the truck in Park when she jumped out to run past several large weeping willows and the veterans’ memorial before stopping in the middle of the cemetery. Jorge followed, his blood pumping and his heart racing as he weaved between headstones.
    The sooner he could get out of these jeans, the better. “Tight”
    didn’t even begin to describe them. He caught the beauty in his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back, hard and hungry, her tongue thrusting into his mouth. What a tigress.
    He sighed as she nuzzled his neck with warm kisses. “You never told me your name,” he said in a husky voice as he slid his hands beneath her little skirt. She wore nothing underneath.
    Why weren’t they getting out of their clothes? The kisses were nice, but it was time to get down and dirty.
    Her laugh was soft. “No, I did not.”
    The last thing Jorge felt was the sting of her fangs as they sank into his neck.
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    Adriana started at Riah’s lips and kissed all the way down her body. At her nipples, she bit, the pain sweet. Riah bucked against the sensation and Adriana laughed.
    “Patience, my love, we’re just getting started.” Her tongue was hot against Riah’s cool skin.
    Riah was awash in sensation, and so far all Adriana had touched her with was her mouth. She hadn’t even used her hands. As soon as the thought flitted through her mind, Adriana surprised her when she brushed a fingertip between her folds and across her clit. A moment later, she slipped a finger inside. Riah was wet and ready. She pulled at her restraints, pushing against the feel of Adriana’s finger inside her. Adriana slipped in another finger and moved them both in and out with agonizing slowness.
    “Tell me what you want,” Adriana murmured. “Tell me.”
    Riah could barely put two thoughts together, yet Adriana’s words got through. “Fuck me,”