Aryn's Desire: A BOLD Security Novel (Finding Submission Book 1)
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Authors: Zoey Derrick
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Copyright © 2016 Zoey Derrick
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ISBN: 978-0996896634
The following is a work of fiction, events that transpire may be similar in nature to real life situations, but are portrayed fictionally here. Research has been conducted however, what you read here may not be entirely accurate.
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Best Selling Erotic, Paranormal and Contemporary Romance author Zoey Derrick comes from Glendale, Arizona. Zoey, was a mortgage underwriter by day and is now a romance and erotica novelist full-time. She writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.
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ONE
*~* ARYN *~*
I wish I could tell you that the chick slobbering all over my dick was actually doing a good job. Okay, maybe she’s not doing a half bad job, but I’ll be damned if I’m enjoying it. Sure, it will get me off, eventually, but I’d hardly call it a qualified success.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage her. She’s blonde and well, easy. I picked her up in a bar not more than an hour ago, and here we are, in the back of my Durango, in some parking lot in the middle of Los Angeles.
Since 69 Bottles came off tour about seven months ago, I haven’t had much luck in the chick department. In fact, the last semi-decent experience I had was all the way back in New York, with my charge and best friend Dex and his new wife, Raine. Though that was hardly a success either. Sure, Raine is hot as hell, but the chick had a set of balls on her that drove me mad. Okay, not really balls, but she sure stuck it to Dex. That man was whipped from day one.
I slide my hand into the blonde’s hair, guiding and helping her though it seems pointless. I’d had no intention of screwing her, but… “I have an idea,” I tell her and I pull a condom from my pocket and hand it to her. Her eyes light up and she doesn’t hesitate to rip it open. I fight the urge to roll my eyes. She has the doe-eyed look down pat and I know where this is going. She’s going to ask for my number when this is over, but what’s sad is I don’t remember her name. If she told me, I didn’t hear it, or I just don’t give a shit.
She rolls the condom over my cock and then sits up, unhooking her bra, though why she’s wearing one is kind of beyond me. She’s barely big enough to handle one and it’s disappointing really. Though I’ve always considered myself more of an ass man than a boob man, having both is always a perk.
She makes a sad attempt at pressing her tits together around my cock and I let my head fall back. Trying to act interested, though my mind starts to wander elsewhere.
I think back to that night in New York. I’m not entirely sure what went wrong with Raine and Dex that night, why he froze and why she bolted out the door. The reason for my distraction didn’t have much to do with Raine or that I was sticking my dick in her, but more to the fact that Dex was naked.
I shake my head, dispelling the thoughts of Dex. No, I’m not gay. I like boobs, I like cunts and the asses that come with them.
She unzips her pants, momentarily distracting me. Oddly enough, a vision comes to mind…what if she had a cock? What if she were…yeah, it’s possible. She’s not my most feminine of choices. Her jeans slide down, taking her panties with them and I’m met with… I sigh, though to her it probably sounds more like desire as she awkwardly makes her way out of her jeans.
When she’s free of the trap of pants, she slides her hand down her stomach and over her hairless mound. Fingering her pussy briefly before bringing her hand to her mouth, licking it and returning it to her slit. She has a nice big clit, one that would be great for sucking on, but I’m definitely not in the mood for that, not tonight.
Her eyes roll up into her head as she pleasures herself. In an effort to keep myself hard, I grab my dick in my hand and start to stroke it gently while watching her. Though I see her, I’m looking through her more than I’m actually paying attention to her. I’m not conceited, okay maybe a little, but I’m a good looking guy. I’m tall, muscular with my own sex appeal and of course the dirty blond hair everyone loves, but this chick has got to be a new low for me. Though I never actually hand over my real name when meeting chicks in clubs, this one in particular got the name I use when I really want nothing more to do with them.
After a few more moans, strokes and flicks of fingers, she finally straddles me. Her pussy comes to rest over the head of my cock. I smell her arousal now and though she doesn’t smell awful, it’s definitely not a sweet smell, the smell I love so much. She lowers herself onto my shaft. “Mmm,” I moan, she doesn’t feel half bad. A little snug, this might not be so bad.
Once she’s lowered herself onto my cock, she sits up, grabbing hold of the handles that run along the top of the windows in the back of my truck to give herself leverage and I give her points for creativity.
In an attempt to put forth some effort into this excursion, I cup her small tits in my big hands, and roll her tiny nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She moans and her pussy clenches down on my cock. She starts to grind. Her eyes roll up into her head again and she begins moaning louder and louder, to the point of a high pitched squeal.
Her pussy convulses, her hips twitch and she cries out as she orgasms and then stops.
Her hands release the straps and she falls forward onto my chest, snuggling into me. You have got to be kidding me.
I try to slide my cock into her pussy but the angle is awful and she clamps her hips down on me and squeezes me out.
I roll my eyes. A fucking one and done. No wonder why she sucked my cock for so long. If she’d been any good at it, I might have been able to come when she did, but nope.
My cock goes soft. The condom is irritating me. “Up you go.” I fight the urge to growl in anger at her.
She groans and snuggles into me.
“Nope, you gotta get up. I gotta take this condom off,” I say through clenched teeth and she lazily starts to move, finally rolling off me to sit next to me.
I pull the condom from my dick and tie it off, then stuff it into the trash bag I keep in the back of my truck and I pull my jeans up. “You need to get dressed before I open the door,” I tell her and she whines and reluctantly gets up.
She lays her head on my back, wrapping her arms around me. Yup, I should have known she’d be the type. I pat her arm. “I gotta get moving. I have to be to work in an hour,” I lie.
“Where do you work?” she says sleepily.
“I’m a bouncer in a bar.”
“Oh? What bar?”
“It’s exclusive,” I grumble.
“Can I come with you?”
I fight the urge to sigh while rolling my eyes. “Not tonight, sweetheart.”
“Some other night?”
“Definitely,” I lie again.
“Okay, Mike.” Oh good, she was paying attention. “I need to get your number,” she says as she lets me go and goes fishing for her jeans.
“After you get dressed,” I tell her and she scurries into action, pulling her jeans on, then her top. She conveniently forgets her panties. I’ve seen this routine before; she’s going to give them to me as ‘something to remember our first night together’.