Jingle All The Way

Jingle All The Way (Box Set)
Second Edition
Judy Mays
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Copyright ©2017 Judy Mays
Excerpt from Jingle Buns

Her ass is too skinny, Maximilian thought as he bent the woman over the back of the couch and screwed his cock into her. Why did modern women have to starve themselves until they looked like poles? Voluptuous women were far more seductive. The bulky clothing this one had been wearing fooled him. He'd thought she was more -- curvaceous. Still, her cunt was hot, wet and tight.

She shuddered and moaned as he swivelled his hips and thrust himself deeper. Moaning, she arched her back, and her cunt muscles sucked his cock deeper.

Maximilian groaned. Fuck but a woman's tight, wet pussy felt better than almost anything on earth. Rising up on his toes, he pushed his cock into her sopping cunt as far as he could then twisted his hips.

"Ahh!" She pushed her ass back against his stomach.

His teeth ached. He could hear her heart pumping, hear her blood gushing through her veins -- hot, sweet blood. Sinking his fangs into her soft body as she orgasmed and having that rich blood fill his mouth would make up for her lack of curves.

He thrust himself deeper.

"Haven't you finished yet?"

Even though her voice jarred his concentration, Maximilian didn't stop grinding his hips. "Verpiss dich, Frederica."

"You don't have to get vulgar, and you've been playing with this one for over an hour," his sister continued in a bored voice. "Mutti always told us not to play with our food."

"Shut the fuck up."

His sister snorted. "That's even worse than 'piss off.' The older you get, the more your language falls into the gutter."

The woman began to writhe under Maximilian's hands. She spread her legs wider to give him better access while her cunt muscles sucked and clasped his cock.

Maximilian grunted. He should be enjoying himself.

He wasn't. Once again, his sister was ruining his night.

As the woman shuddered and her orgasm rolled around his cock, Maximilian bent over her and buried his elongated canines into her shoulder. She screamed and screwed herself down onto his cock even further. He sucked her warm, salty blood into his mouth and stopped fighting his own orgasm. Fulfillment and power surged throughout his body while he rested his forehead between her shoulder blades and closed his eyes. Now, if only his sister would go away...

"About time you finished."

Sighing, Maximilian opened his eyes, pulled his cock out of the woman, and straightened. Lifting her, he turned her around and stared into her eyes. "You will dress and go home now in the car waiting for you out in front of this house. You will remember a night of satisfying sex but will have no memory of me or where you've been. Good night."

Smiling, she nodded, pulled on her clothing, and walked out the door.

Arms crossed over her chest, Maximilian's sister stepped out of her way. "Why are you so nice to them? How many more are you going to bring home?"

Ignoring his nudity, Maximilian strode across the room to his bed and stretched out on it. "As many as I want. It's my house, remember?"

"Maxi..."

"Leave off, Fredi."

Striding across the room, she halted next to the bed and fisted her hands on her hips. "It's not your fault Bernhard went rogue. He would have killed you if you hadn't killed him."

He rolled over on his side and presented his back to her. "I know."

"Gott damn, Maximilian..."

"Mother told you ladies don't curse."

"If Mother were here, she'd be cursing herself. You need to let go, damn it! Bernhard turned into a monster. It was your job to kill him. Who knows how many he'd have killed, both human and vampyre. You should not feel guilty."

Maximilian sighed. Fredi could be such a pain in the ass. "I don't."

"Then why have you hidden yourself away from everyone? You need to get up and out, do something besides fuck humans."

"By all that's holy!" Maximilian roared as he rolled over, rose up, grabbed her wrists, and pulled her face to within inches of his. "Did you ever stop to think I needed a break? That I've been hunting rogues for the last fifteen years? I'm fucking tired of killing. I need to relax."

Completely uncowed, his sister shouted back at him. "Then go on a vacation."

Christ but she's more of a nag than Mother! Maximilian thought as he stared into her blue eyes. "I'm leaving tonight," he snapped.

Surprise leaped onto her face. "You didn't mention..."

He bared his teeth. "You didn't give me the chance. Instead, you just burst into my room."

Wrenching her wrists free, she rubbed one and continued to stare at him. "Where are you going?"

Relaxing his tense muscles, Maximilian sighed and wiped his face with his hand. When would she leave him be? He needed to get far away from his sister and her unnecessary concern. Now, where could he go that she wouldn't follow him? Russia? England? No. She liked both places. But she didn't like... "America."

She started. "America? Why go there?"

Because you don't like it so you won't come chasing after me. "I haven't been there in the last seventy years or so. I thought I'd go see if it's changed at all."

The consternation on her face slowly changed to resignation. "Well, I've heard that lately New York or Los Angeles can be interesting in a quaint way."

Oh no you don't, Fredi. You aren't going to follow me. "I'm planning on going to the Midwest -- Chicago." He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from laughing at the disgust on her face. His snob of a sister wouldn't be caught dead -- so to speak -- in a place as unsophisticated as she believed Chicago to be. He'd be able to relax there not only because she wouldn't follow him but also because he was almost certain she didn't have any friends or acquaintances there she'd manipulate into following him around or worse, trying to entertain him.

"Chicago! What can you possibly do in Chicago?"

Smiling, he lay back down. "Take a break from killing and just relax. Now, if you don't mind, I need my rest." Closing his eyes, he blocked out her list of complaints and allowed his consciousness to retreat to the farthest recesses of his mind. Fredi wouldn't stand there and berate him very long. She had to rest herself.

In moments, looking more dead than alive, Maximilian lay still and pale.