Title: Riding Shotgun
Genres/Themes: d Fantasy, Futuristic, Inter-racial
Release Date: Sept 17, 2043
Author: Anne Kane
Publisher URL Changeling Press – Erotic Fiction
When Kalie decides she wants to ride Shotgun, he better be ready to oblige!
She was a genetic experiment that was never supposed to get out of the lab. If the government finds her, they will kill her without hesitation. She’s a crack shot, though, and she’s used to looking out for herself. Her affinity for all things mechanical helps her make a living on the road racing circuit, but lately things haven’t been going so well.
Shotgun falls hard from the first time he meets her, and is determined to make her his own. When accidents keep plaguing Kalie’s car, he gets suspicious and with the help of his mercenary buddies he is determined to find the source of the problem and keep his woman safe
Shotgun let out a low whistle. “Don’t play around, do you little girl?” Raising his hands, he cupped her naked breasts, kneading them softly before lowering his mouth and sucking one tightly pebbled tip into his mouth.
“I’m not a little girl.” Kalie stated the obvious, closing her eyes as she savoured the feeling of Shotgun’s mouth on her skin. Her gut did a long slow glide down into the depths of desire. She leaned into him, instinctively seeking the shelter of his strong arms. He was so large, so solid. Just for once it was nice to let her guard down and not worry about getting caught.
He took his time, worshipping her breasts with his lips and tongue, swirling a path around the sensitive tips. He grazed his teeth across the nipple, then licked the pain away. Running one hand possessively down her back, he held her prisoner to his demanding mouth.
She could feel the thick length of his cock through the material of her jeans, and an imp of mischief made her wriggle her bottom.
Shotgun rewarded her by sliding his hand down to give her a sharp slap on the ass. She let out a yelp of protest, more on principal than because it actually hurt. Truth be told, it felt kind of good.
“Damn you taste good, little girl.” He caressed her ass through the denim for a moment before bringing his hand around front to fumble with the fastenings at her waist. Impatient to feel his naked skin against her, Kalie brushed his hand away and undid it herself. Sliding off his lap, she quickly shimmied her legs free and tossed the jeans into the back of the jeep.
Shotgun stood up and managed to divest himself of his remaining clothes in record time before pulling her back to him. “You’re right. You’re not a little girl, now are you?” Scooping her into his arms with restrained eagerness, he laid her down on the blanket and followed her into the bed of the truck. Propping himself up on one elbow he used his mouth and hands to explore her body with a fierce thoroughness that took her breath away. He looked so rough and yet his hands were infinitely tender as he parted her thighs and lowered his head to nibble at the soft skin of her inner thighs.
His warm breath feathered across the soft folds of skin guarding her sex, and she let out a little whimper. Wrapping her fingers in his hair she arched her back, mutely offering herself to him. She wanted him. Needed him. Wanted to feel the thick length of him plundering her moist channel. Needed to feel him inside her.
“Damn you to hell. Fuck me. Now.” She breathed the words out in a long gasp as darts of liquid pleasure raced across the surface of her skin.
He raised his head, his dark eyes fixing on hers as a slow, knowing smile curved the corners of his lips. He didn’t acknowledge her outburst, didn’t reply. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he kept his gaze locked on her as he slowly licked one long finger and then inserted it deep inside her.
Kalie let out a strangled whimper as his thumb brushed across the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs while his finger sent curls of lust dancing through every nerve ending.
He inserted a second finger and began to pump them in and out, his gaze never leaving her face. “Come on little Kalie. Show me how hot you are. I want to feel you come apart in my hand.”
Kalie closed her eyes, and gave herself up to the desire swirling through her. It had been so long, so very, very long since she’d allowed herself to abandon all caution and enjoy the needs of her body. Her inner muscles started to spasm, grasping at the fingers and trying to draw them deeper inside. A wave of intense pleasure rolled through her, building itself into the perfect storm that raised her up to the stars and threw her over the edge. She let out an inarticulate scream, her hands opening and closing convulsively as pleasure rolled through her in consecutive waves.
When she was able to take a breath, she opened her eyes to find Shotgun staring down at her, his dark eyes glittering with desire. A wickedly lustful smile lit his eyes, and he circled his cock with one hand, slowly stroking the length.
“So. You’re not a little girl after all.” The smile widened, and Kalie felt the moisture begin to gather inside her in reaction to the lust she saw there. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to ride Shotgun? I promise you’ll enjoy the ride.”
Kalie blinked as his meaning sunk into her lust, befuddled brain. He rolled over on his back, his muscular legs splayed wide as he slowly stroked his hand down the length of his massive cock.
Oh yeah. She wanted to ride Shotgun.
Rolling over, she got to her knees and straddled the big mercenary’s hips. A glistening bead of precum decorated the head of his cock. She reached out with one finger and touched the tempting droplet, bringing it to her lips.
Shotgun’s eyes were glued to her face as she slowly licked the single drop from her finger. The feeling of power that washed over her as he let out a long groan was heady. He might be bigger and stronger and faster than her, but right now she held his very being in her power.
Rising to her knees, she guided the tip of his cock to the wet entrance of her sex. With infinite slowness she sank down, impaling herself on the thick shaft. She savoured every inch as he invaded her channel, stretching her impossibly wider and scraping along nerves that hadn’t quite recovered from the assault of his fingers.