“Not so fast. We are both adults. I think you’re forgetting what you came here for. So there’s really no need to play around. Let’s see what you’ve got to offer.” He let her know that he was willing to play along. Just for the hell of it.
She threw him another scared look and made for the door. Samson was faster and cut her escape route off. He was enjoying himself now. In fact, he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.
She breathed heavily, still pretending to be scared. He could almost smell her fear, and he could still pick up the scent of her blood from the cut in her hands. His fangs itched, and he fought to control himself. His hands dug into her shoulders to pull her close. He didn’t care that her wet clothes would ruin his dry-clean-only pants and sweater.
“No, let me go!” Her desperate plea echoed in his vast home.
“You know you don’t want to go.” he said huskily
He soaked in her smell. Damn, this little vixen using some exotic perfume? It smelled delicious, tempting. A faint smell of lavender drifted into his nostrils. Her terrified eyes looked up at him as she struggled under his hold.
“It’s okay” he said, “I’m definitely interested too. You can drop the act.” Even if it was money she wanted, money was no object. If she could do something for him, he’d be more than generous.
“Interested? What act?” she repeated. Her voice was a high shriek, her panic underscored by the widening of her eyes. Beautiful eyes, their green shimmering in hundreds of different facets.
She was still teasing him, but right now he wanted something else. A little taste of those luscious lips and that sharp tongue of hers.
There was something about her. She’d awakened his interest. Samson lowered his head and pressed his lips onto hers. She tried wiggling out of his embrace, but her attempt was weak at best and he held her even tighter.
Her lips were soft, deliciously soft. Samson slid his hand behind her neck to keep her in place while he used his tongue to tempt her mouth open. He wanted to taste her, feel that tongue of hers, but she kept her lips firmly pressed together, seemingly unwilling to surrender too soon.
The human still struggled, trying to wrestle free of him. He didn’t mind. In fact, the more she resisted the more he was aware of her body rubbing against his, and the more he wanted her. He continued his assault on her lips, sweeping over them with his moist tongue. He pressed her harder against him, running his other hand down her back to squeeze her cute little ass. Instead of her wet clothes, he felt the heat buried underneath.
Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and her rapid heartbeat reverberated through his body. He enjoyed her unusual softness. And then he noticed something else. He felt himself react to her. Blood suddenly pumped into his loins, surging to his cock. His pants tightened uncomfortably. But he wasn’t going to complain.
Samson released a moan of pleasure as he felt his hardening cock press against her stomach. She surely had to sense it too. He hadn’t felt an erection in so long, and the realization that his old body still worked was a birthday present he hadn’t expected. Finally, he thought. With his hand on her ass, he hauled her closer into his body and ground his cock against her, letting her know that she’d achieved the impossible.
He would reward her plenty for it.
Why hadn’t his shrink thought of this? All he needed was a woman who pretended not to want him… to tease him, and all his nstincts would kick in. Reverse psychology was all it was. He’d have to fire that Damm shrink. In all those months the quack hadn’t come up with anything helpful. Such a damn waste of time
Suddenly her lips parted, and he didn’t hesitate slipping his tongue in greedily.
Oh God, yes!
Her mouth, her taste-it was all so different from anything he’d tasted before. His tongue swept in deeply, searching for hers. It wasn’t what he had expected. His body tensed as he explored her delicious mouth and played with her hesitant tongue, teasing her to give him more. He went deeper. Oh God, she was delicious.
With his hand on her neck he stroked her eagerly while his hand on her round ass couldn’t stop caressing her and pressing her harder against him. His cock was rock hard and ready to burst. Samson couldn’t remember ever having had an erection like this, not in the last hundred and Thirty Three years anyway.
There was no way he’d let her go before he’d thoroughly fucked her. He wanted to bury himself in her for as long as he could and find the pleasure, which had eluded him for so long
Samson swallowed more of her taste, gulped down more of her scent, and all of a sudden his nostrils flared. That scent of her blood again!
He had to remind himself that he was kissing a human! He would hurt her if he wasn’t careful. If he lost control, he could bite her and drink her blood. But damn, she was killing him.
And then he felt the pain, a sharp, stabbing and unexpected pain radiating through his foot. He instantly let go of her and winced, hopping on one foot in an attempt to relieve the throbbing. She had driven her high heel into his Italian designer shoe with all her force.
What the fuck?
What had gotten into her? She’d kissed him back, she’d responded to him. There was no way she wasn’t enjoying his Kiss. What was the reason for her sudden outburst. As he stared at her in disbelief, she glared at him furiously, and as if that wasn’t enough, she slapped him right across the cheek.
Bam!
Stifled laughter behind him made him spin around in record speed. There they were: all his friends, watching him get hit by a woman. This would go down in the history books, the night Samson got slapped by a human female. What else was planned for his utter humiliation?
“What the hell are you doing, Samson?” Mark asked. “Now I see why you didn’t want to hang out us. You had plans of your own, huh”
“Yes, good question. What the hell do you think you are doing, you fucking asshole?” the woman yelled. “What the fuck is wrong with you!”