Her Asian Billionaire: A BWAM Pregnancy Love Story (17 page)

“Rosa,”
his calling of her name was strangled and he could not keep still as
she bathed his penis with her saliva, sliding up and down his
erection; sucking him inside her mouth and using her teeth to gently
nip at the tip. He was drowning and delirious with desire as she
continued her onslaught on him with her mouth. She took him out of
her mouth only to slide her tongue from the root of him to the tip
and then that was it for him; he could not stand it anymore but she
held him down as he made to reach for her. She climbed over him and
placed his penis inside her, closing around him like a vice.

“Now
you can move,” she told him huskily as she leaned forward to
taste his mouth.
John crushed her to him with stunning force. His
body taking over as he lifted his hips and grind against her in
desperation; his mouth moving over hers frantically. He needed her so
bad that he wanted to taste every part of her body. She had told him
she was ready but he was still afraid of hurting her but he could not
control himself, God help him!

Rosa
rode him feverishly; her cries lost inside his mouth as she moved her
hips against his. “I love you so much,” she told him
achingly as he dragged his mouth away from her to drift down her
throat.

“I
can’t tell you how much I love you but I will try and show
you,” he whispered against her throat. He ventured down to her
breasts full with their son’s meal and he took one of the
hardened nipple inside his mouth, pulling on it gently at first then
feverishly sucking on it as if it was his last meal. He swallowed the
milk which tasted a little funny to him and Rosa cried out as the
feeling uncurled inside her belly and threatened to overcome her. He
feasted on the other breast, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted
his head and she curled her feet around his waist. By this time they
were panting with the storm rushing through their bodies and with a
sudden movement he lifted her legs and plunged inside her with an
intensity that caused her to cry out as he touched her very soul.
John took her mouth with his as his seed spilled inside her, her
orgasm crashing over her like a mighty wave, causing her to dig into
his shoulders, her body shuddering with enormity of what was
happening between them. His thrusts became frantic and he held her
against him, his mouth on hers and his body giving her everything he
had. Never in their lives had they experienced such a flood of
emotion and it had seemed to intensify with her giving birth to their
son.

He was
still kissing her even after they had reached the peak of their
satisfaction, even after the tremendous passion and desire had been
slaked. His mouth was on hers; his tongue touching hers gently while
his semi-erect penis still moved inside her. His hands clasped her
head and he explored her mouth drunken with passion, using the pad of
his thumb to wipe the tears from her cheek. His tears had mingled
with hers and he had not been afraid or ashamed to shed them with
her, never with her. His guard was down and his feelings were never
hidden, not with her; she will always know where she stood with him;
never in any doubt.

He slid
down on the pillows taking her with him and released her mouth but he
did not come out of her, he was not yet ready. He had to feel her and
in order to do so he had to be inside her; joined as one and that was
always going to be the way they will be.

His
hands drifted down her back and he felt her hardened nipples on his
chest and found himself swelling inside her. She felt it too and
moved over him restlessly, needing more of him; never satisfied where
he was concerned and reaching up she clasped his face with her hands,
lowering her mouth and took his lips gently with his, sealing their
love with a devastating kiss that kept them up for a long time.

The end.

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My
Asian Dragon
by R S Holloway
(sample and description of what it's about
below).

Joy
is a reporter who fancies herself as a bit of a Lois Lane. Longwei is
the leader or a small village. Their worlds are about to collide.
When Joy is assigned to report on the growing dominance of the
Triad, the Chinese mafia, she soon discovers there is one village the
Triad never go. Never one to let a story be, she goes to
investigate.
But what she finds out will change her world for
ever.
Longwei, the leader of the village, contains out of this
world abilities. Able to shift into a dragon on demand, he's become
his people's protector, and a force the Triad haven't been able to
contain.
But with Joy discovering his secret, how will Longwei
react? And despite an obvious mutual attraction, will a relationship
between the two be able to form with secrets, Triad attacks and job
deadlines all in the mix?

The
pulse raced in Joy Roberts' veins as she hid behind the dumpster. It
was a seedy alleyway, hardly what she would have expected for a
meeting between a Triad representative and the official in charge of
organized crime for the Shanghai government, but then again, it was
oddly fitting. Wen Fulong had been appointed to his position only
weeks ago by the central Chinese government, and had made headlines
by swearing to finally tackle the corruption and crime within
Shanghai. However, as this meeting proved, the supposed super cop
from Beijing was just as dirty as almost every other official she had
investigated so far in China.

Joy
filmed another thirty seconds of footage, enough for her story,
before shutting off the camera and pulling further back into the
shadows. It was a dangerous enough job, investigating the connections
between the Triad and the central government. She knew she was making
enemies on both sides of Chinese law, and if it wasn't for the fact
she was waiting to release the worst evidence until after she was out
of the country, she knew she could end up "missing." She
had seen it happen before.

Pulling
a stinking piece of cardboard over her head to fully camouflage
herself, Joy wondered again just what had led her to accepting the
assignment to China. Actually, she knew what it was. Graduating from
Georgetown with a degree in journalism five years ago, she quickly
found that for black women like her, the big networks and media
outlets had preconceived notions of what she could do. She could do
sports, "local affairs," or cultural pieces, which was
media industry doublespeak for "black people stories." If
she moved further south, with her looks she could also land a gig as
one of the talking heads on the nightly news, or be a weather girl.

But for
Joy, the reason she went into journalism wasn't to cover football, do
fluff pieces on Girl Scout bake sales, or be the token voice every
time Black History Month rolled around. She went into journalism
because she was born and raised in Washington D.C., and even at a
young age recognized the power that flowed through the halls of
Congress. She wanted to be the voice covering those stories, not just
for black people, but for all people. Unfortunately for her, the only
media outlets that were initially willing to give her a chance were
the "black media" such as Essence, JET, or BET. While she
had no particular biases against them, she knew that once she
accepted a staff job with the "black media," she would
forever be branded a "black journalist," and not just a
journalist. Even if she won a Pulitzer, it would be as a "Pulitzer
prize winning black journalist."

Thankfully,
this assignment from the Asian Economic Review came just in time.
While normally concerned with the cut and dry world of business, the
AER had recently become more interested in the interplay of
government, business, and organized crime, especially in China and
Japan. Joy had been able to finagle an interview, and despite
everything, get the assignment. She had flown to Beijing six months
ago expecting some real work.

What
she saw when she arrived was an eye-opener. The Shanghai AER offices
were pathetic, barely larger than her apartment when she had been
living in Georgetown, with most of the staff sitting around on their
asses all day, retyping and regurgitating press releases sent out by
the Chinese companies and government. "You don't want to ruffle
feathers around here," the senior reporter, a withered old guy
named Thompkins, had told her. "You piss off the wrong folks,
and the Triad will find you."

Joy had
refused to accept the advice, although she had decided to remain
cautious. Working almost totally on her own, she had gone out making
whatever connections she could, working with charity groups,
underground churches, and every other group she could to foster the
connections she needed. There had been some low level payoffs, mostly
out of favor officials who were caught with the wrong Triad group,
but tonight's filming was the first real scoop of her career.

Joy
waited until almost sunup, dozing when she could underneath the
stinking garbage, only making a break for it after she was sure it
was safe. Back in her tiny apartment, she scrubbed herself from head
to toe in the tepid water that came from her excuse of a water
heater, using the fragrant cocoa butter soap that was her only luxury
here in China. Gulping down a cup of double strength green tea, she
headed to the office, taking the bus. Corrupt or not, she had to
admit the Shanghai government ran a very clean public transportation
system.

When
she got into the office, she was surprised to see she had a visitor.
Long Pao "Billy" Chin was a Hong Kong missionary who she
had befriended soon after arriving in Shanghai. Born in Hong Kong
just a few years before the Chinese takeover, and educated in the
United States, Billy also wanted to combat the corruption in China,
albeit in his own way. "Hey Joy," he said in his California
accented English, a welcome sound after the months of either
international or British pronunciation, "so how was your
stakeout?"

"Got
the goods, Billy," she said, patting her purse. "Once I get
this out of the country, Fulong's going to find himself on the front
page."

"I
hope so, but you never know," Billy said sadly, sipping at his
tea.

Joy
plopped down in her desk chair, turning to face him. "What's
that mean?"

"It
means that regardless of what you have, the central government has
some sway that you might not be able to overcome. They have a lot of
money to throw around, and Fulong's politically connected. But I
don't want to argue with you about that. Instead, I wanted to see if
you might be willing to go with me on a trip. It might just get you a
story."

"Go
on," Joy said, plugging in her laptop and copying over the file.
She couldn't trust sending the file via normal Internet, but with
some VPN's and other routes, she might just be able to slip it
through. It would at least be some sort of backup if the actual
physical data card was stolen in transit. "What's the deal?"

"Well,
one of my new parishioners came to me last week, with a pretty
fantastic story. It seems that a few hundred kilometers west of
Shanghai, north of Wuhan there's an area that the Triads just don't
go."

"So?
They're interested in money, and a lot of those countryside villages
don't have any."

Billy
shook his head. "It's not that. I mean, we're talking not even
traveling through. Central government avoids the area too, as much as
possible. I took a look at a map, and there's like this triangle
between Wuhan, Xinyang, and Hefei that has almost nothing. Close to
Hefei is this tiny city called Lu'an, but after that? Nothing. A road
travels through it, but that's it. No major towns, no governmental
bases, nothing. I had to go to some old paper maps to even start to
figure out where this place might be."

Joy sat
forward, intrigued by Billy's story. "And?"

"And
in a really old map, I mean at least two hundred years old, there is
a place that matches up. Get this though, the name is going to make
you chuckle."

"Okay.
I'm game. What's the name?"

"Long
Xue Yu. It means Dragon Blood Fields."

Joy
smiled, enjoying the implication. "Come on, Billy. Don't tell me
that you, with your church background and your UCLA diploma are a
believer in those old myths? I mean, really? Dragons?"

Billy
smiled cryptically and folded his fingers under his chin. "Well,
there are some translations of the Bible that include the mention of
dragons. Who knows? Either way, it could be an interesting story, and
you could afford to get out of Shanghai for a while. The smog isn't
good for you, and you're not as invisible as you might think. There
are some in Shanghai who are paying attention to you that you do not
want attention from."