by Mia Allen
Julie waved her hand in front of her face. She couldn’t bear to hear any more. It wasn’t his fault. She’d already forgiven him.
“It’s okay. she said I just suck at my job.”
Trent reached out and put his hand on top of hers. Their eyes locked.
“No, you don’t. I think you did a really good job. It was a bad match from the start.”
Julie’s eyes popped open. “A bad match? What do you mean? She seemed like she was really into you.”
Trent snickered, played with his hair, and turned away from her. “Yes, she was really into me. Into my money and my celebrity status. That’s about it.”
“That’s more than a lot of guys can say.” Julie wasn’t sure where that had come from. But she hadn’t been able to contain herself.
“Well, let’s just say that I set my standards a lot higher than most guys.
Not to be arrogant or anything.”
Julie smiled. Her eyes flickered with desire. “That definitely sounds a little bit arrogant.”
There was a moment of silence.
Then they both started laughing. They spent the next 20 minutes laughing and talking. Julie had never had much interest in athletes or football, but she loved his wild and adventurous spirit. It made her fantasize about the open road, the wind blowing through her hair, adrenaline coursing through her body, her arms wrapped around his torso.
Trent licked his full, kissable lips, and smiled slyly. “Have you ever been on a bike before?”
“A bike? What do you mean?”
Chapter 9
“Just hold on tight. Okay?” Trent said.
Julie nodded up and down. Trent stared at her with a cocky confident grin. She had never ridden before. He was going to give her an experience that she would never forget.
Trent pulled onto the West Side Highway and started flying, blowing past cars, weaving in between them. He felt so free. He loved the feel of the wind on the skin. He loved the feel of Julie’s arms wrapped tightly around him. This was something he had never experienced with Pamela. Sharing the open road with a woman, even though he hardly knew, was even more exhilarating than he had anticipated.
This is what he had been missing. They rode for about an hour and exited the highway in near Greenwich Village.
“I hope I didn’t go too fast.”
Her face flushed. She blinked several times. They stared at each other in silence for a few moments. She came forward with her arms wide open and hugged him. He smiled, not quite sure what to do. But then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him. A strange energy passed from her body to his. It was unlike anything he’d experienced. He immediately felt a strong connection with her. It didn’t quite make sense to him. But it felt so real.
After they broke the embrace, they stared at each other a bit longer. She reached up, grabbed his face, and kissed him on the lips.
“Damn, you’re fast. And bold.”
She raised an eyebrow. “So are you.”
Something deep within his soul told him that there was much more to this young woman than he had ever imagined. On the surface, she seemed plain, boring and conservative. Attractive, yes. But bland. But now he suspected that deep down within her, she yearned for adventure, yearned for the open road. That was a life he could give her.
“You ever thought about taking a cross-country trip?” he asked.
“Well, actually yes. Do you happen to know anybody who’s looking for a travel companion?”
“I think I might,” Trent said playfully.
Julie took a step towards him, let her hands slide down his chest, and settle over his crotch. She squeezed the hard bulge. Trent closed his eyes and sighed. He could only admire that sort of boldness in a woman.
He leaned his head down. Their lips touched her softly. Once. Twice. Three times. And then their lips locked, their tongues twisted and twirled, darted and sloshed.
He kissed her neck. Nibbled on her ear.
He whispered, “What do you think about spending the weekend together in a five-star hotel, just the two of us?”
“And then what?
“And then we head across the country. Just you and I. Bonnie and Clyde. Wild and free.”
They spent a few more minutes kissing on the sidewalk. Then they got back on the bike. Julie wrapped her arms around his torso and let her head fall onto his back.
Chapter 10
Once in the hotel room, it was only moments before they started tearing at each other’s clothes, scratching and clawing, kissing hungrily. Julie could feel her panties soaking wet. It had been so long since she’d been ravished by a man, truly dominated, pleased and pleasured. Oh my God! His hands were so strong, his arms so ripped and hard. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a tattooed, beautifully defined physique. Her eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. She wanted that cock, wanted it in her hands and in her mouth. She quickly dropped to her knees and began undoing the belt buckle.
Trent leaned his head back and moaned. She reached into his boxers and pulled out a thick, beautiful circumcised, semi-hard cock. She marveled at it.
“Oh my God! That’s such a beautiful cock. It’s huge.”
Trent smiled. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll be gentle.”
“No, I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to fuck me really hard.”
Trent’s eyes opened wide. He smiled and shook his head.
Julie gripped the huge balls in one hand and with the other, she worked his cock up and down, from the base to the head. She stuck her tongue into the piss slit and tasted the honey nectar pre-cum.
He was breathing heavy, moaning with his eyes closed. She smiled as she looked up at him. She loved knowing that she could please him, tame that beast, skillfully milk that cock. Her eyes opened wide with desire. Her pupils dilated.
She licked up and down the shaft, swirled her tongue around the huge head.
She reached between her legs and began stroking her wet labia. She brought the juice slicked fingers to her lips, then slipped them into her mouth. She loved the taste of herself. She rubbed the wet fingers around the rim of Trent’s ass hole.
“Yes,” he said. “Fuck. That feels good.”
She loved pleasing him, making him moan and groan. She knew that her generosity would be reciprocated many times over. She couldn’t wait for him to fuck her silly, push her over the edge, make her cum harder than she’d ever thought possible. She wanted his seed deep inside of her. She wanted to feel his cock stretching her walls, pumping deeper into her than any man ever had, filling her completely. Never in her life had she held such a beautiful cock. Veins snaked up and down. It was so fucking hard! She was sure that he would shoot a huge load into her.
She got off her knees and stood up. She put her hands on his pecs and squeeze, then let her hands dance down his six pack. “Oh my God,” she said, “I want you inside me.”
He reached down, grabbed her head, and began kissing her on the mouth. He gripped her ass and lifted her in the air. She wrapped her her legs around his torso and0 her arms around his neck. She loved the feel of those strong hands, quarterback, football gripping hands, tightly palming her ass.
She felt his cock going in and out of her. She threw her head back and moaned.
She had never imagined taking something so hard and big inside of her. But it felt so good. There was no need for lube. She was dripping wet.
He pressed her up against the wall and began pounding her thrusting his hips back and forth. They were both sweating and panting and scratching and clawing. Julie could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, an orgasm quickly taking hold of her. Within moments she began losing control of her body, writhing, twisting. Trent gripped her even tighter and thrust even harder.
He let out a loud groan as he shot his seed deep into her. His thrusting hips gradually slowed down until he soon came to a complete stop. Still pressed up against the wall, she kept her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder.
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nbsp; No man had ever made love to her like that. She’d never completely lost control of her body during an orgasm.
Trent carried her to the hotel bed and gently laid her down. He began kissing the insides of her thighs. She was going to come again and again and again. His tongue moved up and down her labia, across and diagonally. He flicked against her clit head, once, twice, then he put his hands under her ass, pressed his face into her dripping cunt and began sucking. Within seconds she lost control of herself again, spasming wildly. A fountain of fluids shot of her and into the air.
More and more fluid came out of her soaking both of them and the bed.
“Holy shit! You’re a squirter. That’s awesome!
Julie spasmed on the bed several times, rolling over on her stomach, then onto her back. She could feel the wet, puddle of desire underneath. She had never done anything like that. She had never even imagined that she could squirt.
When she had finally gained control of herself, she extended her arms to Trent. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. She rested her head on his chest. Her body heaved up and down. She had never imagined that an orgasm could be so powerful, so deeply moving, that it could bring her to tears. He held and comforted her. This was the man she needed. This was the man who would give her the life that she dreamed of.
After three days of frolicking and cavorting, licking and sucking, cumming and squirting, kissing and slurping, they hit the open road on Trent’s bike. American style. Wild and free.
THE END
Bonus 9 of 20
A Dragon’s Desire
Description
Could they be star crossed lovers? When a fierce dragon shifter meets a fiery vixen, flames erupt between the two of them. Once they’re together the hot romance can only get hotter!
Trevor is an age-old dragon shifter that had looks far behind his years. He saves his words for the trees and flowers out in the wild, which isn’t much to say about his social life. Being one of the rarest shifters is rough on Trevor. It almost seems like he’s lost all hope.
That’s when she arrives…
Brenda gives Trevor the shock of his life. She’s adventurous, sensuous and might be the only woman to ever accept his true nature. But when the chips are down and there’s no one there to help him pick them up, he can’t help questioning himself. Did Trevor make a mistake or is Brenda really the woman for him?
Chapter 1
A dragon’s den is quiet. The cold walls and slumbering dragon within them did little to disturb that fine silence. Rising and falling with each gentle breath, scales the color of the night’s sky itself and claws sharper than its jagged fangs was Trevor. It’d been a long time since he’d felt the need to leave his sacred den. His home.
Far too long.
Time seemed to pass differently for Trevor when he was in dragon form. The hundreds of years he’d lived did little to make him feel the shift between human and beast. He knew deep in his heart that because of his half-form it would be hard enough to find a lover. It was only a matter of time before that love had to be whisked away by the cold hands of death.
“Grr…” Trevor grumbled, smoke rising from his nostrils. “God…” he groaned as he batted at the air with his powerful claws. The swipes shook the cave and brought stalactites crashing down all around the dragon.
Trevor woke suddenly. Startled. He couldn’t catch his breath in time. Cautiously he looked around his den, swinging his tail around and wings in front of him as defense. It didn’t take long for him to realize what had woke him as he looked up at the ceiling and then all around him. The small shards of minerals reflected the light trickling in from the sunrise right outside his cave.
It was as if the fragments had been dripping in sunlight from the way they twinkled in Trevor’s eyes. He took a deep breath and lay back, bringing a piece into his claws to fiddle with. It dawned on him, slowly, that it was another full day he’d spent on his other form. Trevor, as he was so called, hadn’t even attempted to change into his human form for the longest time.
Excuse after excuse came up in his mind. Why do I need to change anyway? Being a dragon is so much easier. He scoffed at the thought of having to deal with people again. With being rejected again.
A thought that’d been nagging him came up. You’re not worth her time… The fear of rejection for his true self, mixed with the need of mate, drove Trevor to a painful self-induced confliction. He wanted nothing more than to share his life with someone. His fears and his desires while they could spend all they could with him. In the deepest parts of his heart, though aching, he missed the feeling of warmth, being with someone regardless of how it ended.
Growing frustrated with himself, Trevor got up and lumbered out of his den. As his tail trailed behind him out of the cave’s mouth, the sun greeted Trevor’s scales with warmth all over. He sighed, taking in the sounds of the birds in the trees just waking up, and the fresh air full of moisture from the nearby river. This… this is home… he thought.
The lush forest going on for miles, far from his home in the bustling city was the one place Trevor could breathe. He walked around self-made walkways and paths though the tall oak trees and evergreens lovingly sprinkled all over. Birds flew overhead just above his horns. The ground beneath him shook with every step and Trevor swore that he could feel every animal in the forest moving in time with his footsteps.
“So lovely,” he cooed to the patches of flowers scattered about. His claw swept a few up and carried them to the tops of the trees just to watch all the petals fall. “Delicate and desirable. Shame I wasn’t born half flower…”
He couldn’t take his words wholly seriously and coughed up a chuckle. Taking a stroll through the forest, naked in the morning’s wake, he couldn’t help feeling like something was missing. He mused upon himself while conversing with the trees and the squirrels, but the thought still stirred him. These thoughts aren’t going to go away are they? He wondered, taking a spot by the rushing rover.
Trevor clawed at the ground as he thought. Damn. If I can’t even enjoy myself here what’s the point? There’s not even a chance trying with people anymore either… He fought against the mixed feelings welling up in his chest and making him shift around.
There was that one girl though… In flashes the memories came back to him. First meeting on a computer screen and then meeting in real life. He knew he had a chance with this girl. He’d already gotten the first part done.
He didn’t know how long it’d been since the last time he’d spoken to her—to anyone. What was her name again…? The image of a petite girl with auburn hair came to mind, but not a name. Trevor shook his head. Probably not that important. If she can even remember me.
A snort of fire singed the thin grass at Trevor’s claws. His tail thumped behind him in contemplation. If I do this, this could change everything. Might as well take a chance, right?
No reason not to…
With a sigh, acknowledging that he’d given in, he spread his wings and took to the sky. It didn’t take long for him to feel his heart race and his claws shake.
It was finally time to go on a date.
Chapter 2
Dressed in a shabby dress shirt and matching dark pants, Trevor walked out of the parking lot and up to the restaurant. A few others walked alongside him. Several pairs, each a man with a divinely dressed woman clinging to his arm. Seeing them from the corners of his eyes as he made his way to the front door of the small, but classy looking black and red building made him feel uneasy.
The feeling of unknowing mixed with numerous doubts started to creep up in the back of his mind. He nearly choked on his own words as he walked in and went up to the hostess to ask about his reservation. “Excuse me, sir. May I help you?” she asked with a kind smile. The petite brunette waited patiently as Trevor checked the time on his watch again. It’s 7:30 on the dot. There is no way that she wouldn’t be here by now, Trevor thought as he forced himself to swallow the knot forming in his throat.
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sp; “Yes, um, my name is Trevor Sull is there a Rebecca here?” The hostess sifted through her notes, but judging by the look on her face she was readying herself to give Trevor a negative answer. Starting to quietly panic a little, Trevor added: “Sorry, I’m a little later than I scheduled. I was hoping to meet someone here around 7 o’clock instead of 7:30.”
The hostess shook her head and set her pen down to look at me. “No, it doesn’t look like anyone came through with that name. Are you sure you got the time right?”
Trevor wanted to look away as his hands balled into fists. He could feel the dragon clawing at his heart in a flash of rage, but he swallowed it and stowed his dragon away. If he lost it here, he’d cause more than just a scene and it’d make his night all the more horrible. “I’m sure of it,” Trevor growled under his breath, traces of his dragon fighting against him.
The hostess, not knowing what else to say, uncomfortably rubbed her hands together and said, “I’m sorry sir.”
Just before she could say, “Is there anything else I can help you with?” Trevor cut her off with a sharp snarl.
Trevor growled again, stuffing his hands into his pockets and turning away from her. “Don’t be.”
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Countless cars whisked by Trevor as he shuffled down the sidewalk on his own. Brisk winds found their ways into his dress coat, making him shiver. The man in him always hated the cold, but the dragon in him loved it. It was just another thing that he couldn’t agree with within himself. Another thing that drove his inner turmoil that seemed to slowly rip his humanity apart.
He could feel the dragon biting at him and clawing at him—begging to get out. The anger he’d felt back at the restaurant was still of burning at his core, but the flames were starting to dim. The combination of the cold outside and the sadness took its toll on the man overtaking the beast.
With no one around to blame but himself, Trevor couldn’t help but feel as though things were hopeless for him. Will I ever find the one? Could I ever find the one? The questions swirled around his head as he asked himself again and again. In the back of his mind he knew there had to be someone out there that would accept him for who he was, but he wasn’t lucky enough to find them.