Finding Me: Book 1: All I've Ever Wanted (A New Adult Romance Series) (4 page)

“Dave, Dave. I’m so confused,” Laila moaned. Her legs were trembling with shock, and she sank to the bed. Dave sprawled beside her. He knew the worst was over, and if he didn’t succeed in what he was trying to do, at least he’d managed to get her past the worst of her fear. His hand grasped her smooth thigh and slid up under her skirt.

“Damn it, Dave, cut that out! Did you already forget what I told you the other night?” she asked.

“Yes, about you having your periods, Laila, you are a despicable liar, how many periods are you having for a month?.... I know you refused me then because you were stressed but now there’s nothing to bother you.” He said. “I didn’t forget how you looked naked, and how I kissed your pussy, and how you sucked me off when I was so horny.” He paused, wanting to put it just right. “Laila, you think it’s easy for a man? And if his own girl won’t help him, out…” He looked down pointedly at the bulge in his crotch.

Laila knew she’d been outsmarted. “I don’t know,” she said wearily. “Give me a hand up, Dave, let’s go back to bed.” Dave pulled her to her feet and forward, his hands sliding up under her skirt. Her soft brown skin was warm and silky, and he pushed his fingers under the bands of her panties. Laila moaned as he tightened his grip on her and rubbed her highly excited dripping pussy. She never could say no to Dave.

“Please Dave, help me be strong,” she pleaded. “Don’t let me have to live with the thought that I have a police record.” Laila continued. “Please, Dave, I’m begging you. My conscience will never give me peace again.”

“Bullshit!....Laila will you for God’s sake forget the past and live the present.” He chided her. He stood and took off his pants. “Look at that, Laila, look at what you do to me!” His erect dick jerked upward as he spoke, growing longer and fatter. The foreskin was drawn back over the knob, which glistened with cream.

Laila couldn’t help herself, not after that. His darling cock drew her like a magnet. Her hands clasped its warm living flesh and pumped, a thumb running lightly over the moist head. She went limp as he helped her take off her clothes, and pushed her back on the bed. A wild emotion filled her mind, a dark dangerous yearning.

Dave carefully fitted his cockhead into the moist folds of her labia, and then with an ecstatic sigh, fell forward on her heaving. His chest felt firm and thrilling against her soft billowy boobs. His hips ground into her, as his fat erect cock glided into her swollen, slick clit. Oh, God. It felt so good, sooo good.

His head was spinning with pleasure from the steamy tight womb closing around his stiff rod. He felt manlier than ever because he’d convinced and won, and that was half the pleasure.

He lunged in and out easily. Laila let him get his penis thoroughly coated in her juices, thoroughly hot involved in his pumping.

“Wait a minute, Dave,” she gasped.

“What now?” He still suspected her of rejection. Hoping against hope that she would accept him for better or for worse.

“There’s a better way. Let me up, honey, just for a minute. Honest, I’m not fooling you!” Breathing heavily, she turned on her hands and knees, presenting her voluptuous ass to him. “Get in me from behind now, honey, hurry!” The posture she took simply bewitching.

Dave fumbled around spreading the cheeks of her enticing pussy. Laila was so impatient, she could hardly stand it. She reached back and with her own hands spread her clitoral walls.

“Damn it! Put it in my hole, baby! Screw me hard and fast.” Laila pleaded relaxing her tight clitoral muscles until the plump knob penetrated her deep. She groaned as she felt the hot rod, and bucked up against him.

“All the way, Dave, all the way,” she moaned. He grabbed her by the hip and bored in enthusiastically, finding it easy to penetrate Laila’s vagina.

“Aaaagggghhh! Aaawwww!” she began to shake and yell, as violent orgasms swept through her. Dave felt as if his prick was caught in a velvet-lined mixing machine! Every little twitch of her voluptuous buttocks shot right through him, tingling clear down to his toes. Her muscles screwed tightly around his stiff and erect penis and then relaxed, in wild spasm of climax.

“Don’t stop now!” she almost screamed. “Harder, pump harder!” and then she felt his warm milky juice fill her. His hot semen splattered deep in her vagina.

Laila rolled over with a sigh. “It’s really cold now,” she said. “And late, we’d better get something to eat.” As she got up and padded her way towards the kitchen exhibiting her voluptuous colored butt Dave who simply grinned with pleasure.

At midnight neither one of them had stopped talking. Laila said, “Do you realize that in the last three hours we’ve figured out everything we’re going to do, even the way we’re going to decorate the boutique?”

They both laughed and Laila glanced at the clock. “Look at the time. Why don’t you spend the night?”

“Okay,” Dave agreed. “I better.”

After a long interval, during which she discovered what had been missing in Dave’s passionate love making….only one thing, but it was the one thing that counted most….Dave said, “I guess we’d better get married.”     

Laila said. “Thank you for being so kind and thoughtful about me!”

Dave wasn’t being kind, he was telling the truth. Laila was a nice girl, and he was lucky to have found her. Which goes to show that, in love, the nice girl doesn’t have to end up last.                                                                                                                  

Bonus Books

Dance with Me

Description

             
Chloe’s dream is to be a famous dancer, and a 5 day dance competition in Los Angeles is the key to a whole new world for her. Over these five days Chloe has to learn about her strengths and weaknesses. Her handsome but egotistical dance partner, Evan, isn’t making it any easier for Chloe. Finding herself pushing her body, mind, and soul to their limits, Chloe learns that dance is about a lot more than competition.

Chapter 1

Chloe nervously placed her nametag on her shirt, looking around the room at the other contestants. She took a deep breathe, having a hard time believing that she had finally made it.
The National Art of Dance Competition,
she thought to herself, excitement flowing freely through her. Over the next five days she would be matched with a partner, get lessons from famous choreographers, and end it all with a national dance competition.

Chloe looked down at her itinerary, scanning over her schedule for the week. She would be meeting her partner soon, and she couldn’t help but worry she might not end up with someone she liked. Chloe shook her head and reminded herself that she has had countless dance partners over the years, real talent doesn’t depend on someone else.

A woman walked onto a stage in front of a sea of tables that sat the contestants. She kindly asked everyone to take a seat at their assigned table. Chloe quickly walked over to the tables, searching for her name card. When she found her table she sat down quickly, there was another man and woman seated at the table. Chloe turned to her left, concerned that her partner had yet to reach the table. Her eyes flashed down to the name card next to her,
Evan
was printed neatly in cursive. There was a heavy enigmatic weight to the mystery behind his name. So much of her dream dependent on a man she had never met.

A voice pulled Chloe from her internal musing. She looked up at the gorgeous blonde woman who sat across from her. Her features dripped with daunting beauty, with glowing blue eyes and a set of full rose-colored lips.

“My name is Julia, it’s nice to meet you.” she said sweetly, offering Chloe a kind smile.

The man next to Julia introduced himself as well. “I’m Chad.” he said nodding at Chloe.

She noticed that he was very good looking as well, with long dark hair pulled back and handsome facial features. Chloe also noticed that the pair seemed a few years younger, looking barely older than 21. Feeling inadequate in comparison she began to feel a bit self-conscious.

“I’m Chloe, it’s great to meet you guys.” She replied back, putting on a friendly smile and trying to calm her queasiness.

“I’m Evan.” a deep timbre voice came from behind her. Chloe watched as the man slid silently into his seat, kindly nodding at the others as the introduced themselves politely. She stared at him, taken aback. If she thought that the others were good looking, she couldn’t even begin to compare them to Evan.

He had a tall and lean frame, as most male dancers do, but the way he carried himself enhanced his gorgeous body. He had thick and rich dark brown hair that fell softly into his eyes, hiding the most beautiful sea glass colored eyed. Below that, his face was set with a pointed nose and a strong chin, complete with a dominant jawline.

He turned to her and gave a smile that shook her to her bones and said, “I look forward to working together, Elizabeth.”

The way he purred her name made her blush and she softly said, “You can call me Chloe.”

His smile widened and he said, “Okay, Chloe.”

Their attention was pulled back to the speaker at the podium, going over the schedules and guidelines for the next few days. As Chloe laid in her hotel room  bed that night she felt exuberantly awake, the excitement of the contest making her feel giddy and a bit nervous. She had to admit to herself though, that these feelings were also attributed to her new partner, Evan.

Chapter  2

Sweat poured down Chloe’s face as the first lesson of the day came to a close. It had been good to stretch out her muscles and feel the rhythm of the fast pounding music. The choreography had been tough, but Chloe managed to keep up really well. She quickly revealed herself as one of the top competitors, and took mental note of who to watch out for.

Chloe walked over to where everyone was gathering their belongings and picked up her own bag. She pulled her water bottle out, guzzling the contents greedily. Chloe was mentally going through the rest of her day when she heard a smooth voice behind her say, “You looked good out there.”

She whipped around quickly to find her partner, Evan, who was watching her with a bemused smile. Chloe hesitated, unsure of what to say, caught off guard by his compliment. “Thanks.”, she mumbled.

“What did you think of my moves?” he asked, his voice sounding a bit egotistical. He swept his hair out of his face, which was covered in sweat. He stepped closer to her and Chloe’s heart began to race, his smell was intoxicating.

Chloe turned her nose up at him, raising her eyebrows she said coolly, “I wasn’t paying attention to you, I was focused on the instructor.”  This was a lie of course, as Chloe had watched Evan out of her peripheral the entire morning, relieved to find that he was a very good dancer, easily one of the best.

“Too bad.” he said with a hearty laugh, walking past her to exit the room. He looked over his shoulder before exiting, and checking Chloe out in a quick glance said, “Don’t worry, I think we’ll make a good fit.”

Chloe was shocked by the boldness of his sentence, and blushed at his obvious innuendo. She let out a deep sigh, feeling conflicted as to whether he had annoyed her or flattered her. Chloe decided it wasn’t worth wasting time on and quickly left the now empty studio. She hurried on to lunch her stomach rumbling fiercely, her body was in desperate need of nourishment.

After lunch the women and men would break off into separate groups. Tonight held the first two competitions of the week, Solo Female and Solo Male. Everyone was told to have a dance prepared, but they were still given a few hours to practice. Chloe was nervous, she knew that winning this would give her an advantage over the rest of the girls. Out of the 15 or so other competitors she knew she would have to really work hard to win this one.

After a long and grueling practice, Chloe headed off to her room to get ready for tonight's competition. She entered her room, and tossed her bag onto the bed. She went into the bathroom, peeling off her sweaty clothes and turning the shower on. The water felt good on her sore muscles, it helped her calm her nerves and clear her head.

It took Chloe almost an hour to get ready, but she felt satisfied by the time she was done. She had pulled her long red hair up, twisting and braiding it into a well-fashioned bun. Chloe had done her best on her make-up, working on concealing all her freckles and playing up her honey brown eyes. She had decided to go bold and donned bright red lipstick on her pouty full lips. Her costume was one she had recycled from one of her previous competitions. It was a short and tight black dress, which completely conformed to every crevice and curve on her body. The bodice was decorated with red and silver gems, swirled in intricate designs.

Chloe realized it was time to head downstairs, so she threw on her high heels and left her room. Her heart was racing with anticipation, she was anxious to get it over with. She headed down to where the competition was being held and she made her way over to a table to get her number. Chloe looked around at all the other girls as she pinned a piece of paper with a large black number 11 on her dress neatly. The other women had gotten very dressed up as well, Chloe noticed.

A heavy knot sat in her stomach as she stood near the edge of the marked dance floor. The lights dimmed and the chatter silenced as the woman running the competition walked out on the stage, giving a small introductory speech before the first dance began. The knot seemed to grow heavier as each dance passed, she breathed in the music, her eyes glued to each performer.

    Finally her name was called, and Chloe felt the same nervous and nauseating feeling she had whenever she performed. As she began to make her way onto the floor, someone touched her arm and she looked up to see Julia, the girl who she sat at with dinner the night before.

“Good luck!” Julia said with a genuine smile, her eyes dancing with excitement.

Chloe let out a relieved breath and quickly replied, “Thank you.”

She took her place in the center of the dance floor and closed her eyes, bowing her head as the spotlight focused on her. The music began to swell and Chloe let it carry her across the floor in sweeping deliberate moves. Slow and beautiful, the song reached her deep in her center, soft passionate waves passing throughout her body. As the song reached its climax it sped up, and so did her limbs, flailing and twisting into a whirlwind of hot and heavy intensity. Her performance was true art, her body screaming words of love and pain, of desire and loss, all at the same time.

As the song ended, she finished her routine and descended back into reality. Chloe opened her eyes and smiled at the cheering crowd. Her chest heaved with ragged breathes as she exited the stage, euphoria flowing freely through her. The other women were supportive as she reached the crowd, giving her compliments before the next dance began. ‘

Chloe watched as the other women preformed their routines. She felt impatient, and she was practically shaking with anticipation as she waited to hear the results of the competition. As the last performer left the stage, they waited for the judges to discuss. Chloe was standing alone nervously. Julia approached her and said, “Incredible performance, Chloe. I hope you win!”

Smiling Chloe replied, “You were amazing too. You deserve to win, seriously.” Chloe wasn’t bluffing either, Julia was incredible.

Julia and Chloe stood together as the judges sat back at their table, handing an envelope to the speaker. The woman smiled at the crowd and said, “In third place for the Solo Female portion of the Traditional Art of Dance Competition, we have Ms. Cecilia Weber!”

The crowd clapped as the girl walked to the center of the floor and was given a small trophy. The crowd quieted as the woman continued to read from the paper held in front of her, “In second place we have Ms. Elizabeth McMann!”

The crowd applauded loudly and Chloe realized her name was called. A huge smile formed on her face as she ran up, a man handed her a blue trophy. Excitement rose up in her as she looked out at the others as they cheered her on. Her face flushed and her cheeks hurt from the crazy smile on her face.             

“I would like to congratulate all you incredible dancers on an amazing job tonight.” said the speaker, “With that being said I would like to announce our winner of the Solo Female portion of our competition, Ms. Julia Summers!”

Chloe felt happy for her friend, but as the perky blonde bounced up to grab her trophy she couldn’t help but feel envious. Julia beamed at the crowd, her eyes watery. She walked over to Chloe and they congratulated each other.

Chloe shrugged off any jealousy or self-pity she was feeling, and felt glad to have won second place.
Besides,
she reminded herself,
the competition isn’t over yet.
Chloe took a deep breath, feeling confident and determined. It was her dream to win this competition, and nothing would stop her now.