The Dragon's Mail Order Mate: A Paranormal Menage Romance (8 page)

“Yeah, I suppose,” she said with a shrug, not really satisfied with that. “But I would like to know more about you.”

“Sure, I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” Mike said with a grin, leaning in and looking at her. “There is no way that you’re real, Oksana. You’re easily the most beautiful person, not only in this building, but in this city, country, or world. I’ve never seen someone who even looks close to you. It’s like you were made in an advertisement company and that you’ve just become real by some kind of witchcraft.”

She smiled at that. “You’re sweet when you want to be,” she told him.

“Maybe,” he said with a shrug. “Maybe I’m just honest.”

Their drinks arrived and Oksana quickly took a drink. She smiled at the fruity burn that raged down her throat and settled in her stomach. It was a good feeling. It was the kind of feeling that made her feel safe and secure about herself. She had always enjoyed alcohol, but only to an extent. She wasn’t the kind of girl who liked to get trashed and taken advantage of, but she did enjoy the feeling of getting tipsy. She liked that light, airy feeling.

“I will tell you this though,” Mike said, leaning in and looking at her with a smile on his lips. “If you decide to stick with me, I will let you inside and see everything you want to see. You’ll get to know every part of me and all that you’re curious about. That much, I can assure you.”

She smiled and leaned in, kissing him again and loving the feeling of his lips against hers. She wanted to feel more of his body against hers. There was more of that in her future, she was certain of it. She closed her eyes as they kissed, picturing the two of them in the future. Was this the last kiss she ever wanted to have? Was this the last fresh kiss experience that she wanted in her mind? If she chose to stay with him, then there was no going back. There were no other kisses she would have. She wasn’t sure if this was the last kiss she ever wanted to experience, but she was definitely willing to see if there were other experiences that eclipsed the prospect of enjoying it with other people in the future.

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked him softly.

“I’ve got other things we can do,” he assured her. “If you want more of a date than this, I can take you all over this town.”

“No,” she shook her head, cupping his stubbly cheeks and smiling. She felt warm inside, like there was a ball of light calling her away from here, begging for her to pick up camp and move on. “I want to give you everything you want,” she whispered into his ear.

When they left, she smiled and said farewell to the bouncer who gave her a sweet compliment. As they walked, Mike held her hand and she enjoyed the feeling of his hand holding hers. She could get used to holding his hand for the rest of her days. That wasn’t something she was worried about. They were the hands of someone who was confident and sure of themselves. He was polite and respectful enough to open the door to the car for her and as he pulled away from the parking garage, she felt like this was the beginning of something she could definitely see herself a part of for the rest of her days. In fact, this was actually something she was going to want.

It took a little over an hour to get home and the whole way there, she couldn’t stop looking at him. She smiled when they came to a red light and she reached across the console and put her hand on the inside of his thigh. He turned his head and looked at her as she held one finger up to her lips and gently stroked his cock. She smiled at the expression on his face as he began to get agitated, nervous and excited all at the same time.

“I should probably tell you something,” she whispered to him, reaching out and slipping her fingers under the hem of her dress and sliding it up her thighs. “I’m not actually wearing any underwear.”

“God, you’re impossibly sexy,” he said, shaking his head.

By the time they made it home and into the garage, they were practically running into the house. She smiled as she rushed down the hall, past the stairs and into the living room, feeling giggly and giddy. She turned and looked at Mike who was following her, a fire in his eyes that clearly gave away the desire that was deep down inside of him. Yes, the Mike she wanted to play with was coming up to the surface.

“I think you’re kind of a naughty boy,” Oksana said to him, panting to catch her breath and slowly walking toward him. “I think that you’ve got all sorts of dirty thoughts inside of your head.”

“Yeah?” Mike asked her, reaching out and grabbing her hips, pulling her closer to him. “What about it?”

“I want to be your every fantasy,” she said to him seriously, reaching out and making sure that he was still hard.

She wasn’t disappointed. She rubbed his cock again, through his jeans, and watched as his eyelids fluttered. She needed him to think she was everything. Every woman wanted to feel like she was the last girl they would ever want. It was part of the game. It was part of being everything that a man could possibly ever want. She wanted everything for him. But, she needed to make sure that she was everything for him.

“Do you want me, Mike?” she asked him softly, feeling his grip on her hips tightening, digging into her. She loved it. She loved the pressure and the sensation that ran through her body.

“Yes,” he said.

“Then have your way with me,” she said strongly.

Mike wasn’t going to hesitate. He reached out for her and pulled her closer to him, slamming her body against his and wrapping his arms around her tightly, hotly begging for her to be closer to him, to be everything to him. She wanted to become one with him and she wanted to be everything he desired. As he kissed her, she could feel his warm lips smothering hers, hungry for her. She waited for his tongue to make its entrance and she happily wrapped her lips around his tongue, sucking on it and circling it with her tongue, begging for it more and more.

Mike pulled away, grinning and clearly loving every second of it. Good, she wanted to give more to him. As she leaned in again, kissing his neck, she felt his hands moving over her back, running down to her ass where his fingers dug in and squeezed each of her ass cheeks, inspecting them one at a time. She loved it when he grabbed her ass. She had spent a lot of time sculpting that ass and she wanted him to enjoy every second of it.

The kissing grew more intense, more passionate, and fierier than she had ever kissed another man before. As they made out, his hands began to explore her more and more, running up her sides and along her back. She loved it when his fingers ran through her hair, digging into her scalp and holding her close, locking her in a kiss with him that she couldn’t escape, not that she would ever want to. With each passing second, she could feel her body begging more and more for him to take her. She would not rest until she had him ravage her body. She wanted every second of him inside of her to be intense and special. She knew this was going to be a night that she would never, ever forget.

“Should we move this upstairs?” she asked him after a moment while his lips explored her neck and down to her collar.

She wanted him to rip off her dress, but she was afraid the neighbors would see. Actually, she didn’t mind if they could see. There was something hot about touching each other and getting steamy where others might see them. She thought they were probably the luckiest people in the city right now to witness what was about to happen. He pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes darted to the windows that were open so that anyone could look in and see them if they felt inclined.

“I’m good if you are,” Mike said with a nonchalant, completely disinterested shrug.

She felt a smile spreading across her lips. Oh, she was good. She was definitely good. In fact, in a few minutes, she was going to be great. She laughed as he kissed her again, holding her close to him and his hands digging into her, begging her for more. The more they kissed, the more she realized this was everything that she was ever going to want. She wanted more than they could ever possibly imagine from them. She was ravenous, starving, and begging for the satisfaction only they could give her. It was impossible for her to explain to him, but with each kiss, she felt a little more hope blossoming inside of her, begging for more, calling out for more from him.

His lips found hers, and as she stood there, looking at him, she knew that he was going to give her the experience that she was begging for. “What are you waiting for?” she asked him.

Grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around, he pinned her back to his chest and she could feel the burning presence of his cock against her ass. It was hot, blazing like a rod of fire, calling out to her and begging to be inside of her. God, she wanted to take him in to her, she wanted to swallow him whole and have him within her forever.

His hands gripped her sides and ran smoothly across her stomach, exploring every last inch of her body, brushing over her hips, her waist, grazing her crotch as she smiled and leaned her head back against his neck. She wanted to take him. She wanted to take everything from him. He seemed more than willing to give it to her. As she began to grind her ass against his cock, his hands moved slowly up her stomach, cupping her breasts and giving them the squeeze that she was hungry for. She loved it when her breasts were squeezed. She liked the intensity of it, the ferocity of it all. It was a primal longing inside of him and it was a euphoric sensation in her.

His fingers were nimble, quick and purposeful, hunting down everything that they wanted. As he kept kneading her breasts, she wanted him to do more. She expected so much more from him that she couldn’t stand being let down by him. He needed to take over her body like some kind of possessed man. She wanted him to demand everything from her and she wanted him to actually take it. There was no way she would ever let him get away with it. She knew he had it inside of him and she wanted that dark hunger to come out and play.

The tips of his fingers clawed under the top of her dress and pulled down her top, releasing her caged breasts. They burst free and she smiled at the feeling as she stood naked in full view of the neighbors. This was what she wanted. This was what she was craving from him. The animal was coming out to play. His fingers trembled, quaking in lust as they cupped her naked breasts, squishing and feeling them, pinching her nipples between his fingers as she moaned and begged him for more.

“Squeeze them, baby,” she begged him, feeling his fingers obliging her in the most compassionate and feral way possible.

She loved it. Between his index finger and his thumb, he rolled her nipples and pinched them, sending jolts of pain through her body as she squirmed and felt everything suddenly get bathed in a chill of excitement. She wanted more from him.

He turned her around and looked at her bare chest, staring at them with such a mesmerized expression on his face that she thought that this might have actually captivated him and entranced him. He stared with bewildered delight at her breasts before he pounced with such speed and tenacity that she let out a little scream of excitement as he pulled her closer to him, cupped her left breast and flicked her nipple with his tongue. The warmth, the wetness, all of it was more than she could have wanted. She moaned and felt like she was melting in his hands. She felt like goo or putty in his hands. As he licked her nipple, squeezing her breast tightly, she thought she might actually see the light in this perfect moment. This was going exactly where she wanted it to.

“God, you’re amazing,” he said, stepping back from her and looking at her.

She smiled and posed for him, letting him take in her breasts and her disheveled appearance. Everything about her seemed to register positively with him. He looked at her and grinned like a jackal in front of his prey. She liked that look. She wanted him to get wild. She wanted him to command her and make her do whatever it was he wanted. She was here for him and she was begging him with her wide, large eyes to have her in any way that he wanted. After all, that was what she had promised him and she was going to definitely make good on her promises to him.

As he approached her, he reached down and unbuckled his belt, flipping the leather straps aside before he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock for her. She got a good look at it in the pale light of the outside world, flooding into the gloom and letting her look at the long, cock in his hands. It looked longer than she had felt when she had been dancing and grinding up against him. As she stood there, she looked at him and reached out for his cock.

He slapped her hand away and she grinned at him as he shook his head slowly, warning her that this wasn’t what he wanted. She giggled. God, she liked this. He reached out for her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees.  Slowly, she rested her knees on the carpet of the living room and looked eye to eye with his cock, staring at how long and how glorious it was. She couldn’t help but fantasize what it would be like to have that cock inside of her. How incredible would it be to have it teasing her pussy, prodding at her lips? She smiled and looked up at him with submissive eyes. He wanted to be the master and she was going to give him everything he wanted.

“Can I touch it?” she asked him softly.

He nodded to her and she gently reached up and brushed his hard, rigid cock with the tips of her fingers, feeling how stiff and powerful it was. In her hands, when she squeezed it, she felt like she was trying to squeeze a rock. It wouldn’t give or move in the slightest, standing strong and immovable to her. She grinned and stroked it a few times, watching him put his hands on his hips and gaze down at her, his eyelids barely fluttering, but she could tell he was enjoying it.