Interracial Mega Bundle (Interracial Urban Erotica)

by Asia Marquis

  “You like him, don't you? I've never seen you freeze up like that around a guy.”

  Pissed off, Chloe covers herself with her blanket. She's still soaking wet, but she wants to escape the conversation. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

  Amanda only replies with a giggle.

  The rain has slowed down since last night. Chloe wakes up to murmuring downstairs.

  “What's going on?” She asks, standing on the bottom step and carefully looking at Fred rather than Justis. She had dreams of him, the sort of dreams that leave a girl on edge when she wakes up.

  “We were hungry, so we went to eat some chips.” Fred starts.

  “We opened the bag, and it was soggy.” Mason continues. “We opened all the bags. Everything is soggy. It's all ruined.”

  “Well, fuck. The rain's stopped, but that's no guarantee anyone will be out to save us any time soon.” Chloe comes into the room, glancing at Justis. Thankfully, his beautiful eyes are focused on the floor.

  “Justis offered to take us to his boat. He has two fishing poles, but neither of us know how to fish and Mason's feeling sick today.” Fred takes Mason's hand. They're getting bolder with their affection now.

  “I know how to fish,” Chloe says. “My dad taught me when times were rough.”

  Justis looks up at Chloe, but she refuses to meet his eyes. Confused and hurt, he stands up. “Well, you're the only one who can help. Let's go get the poles.”

  He passes by her and goes up the stairs. She shivers as his hand brushes against her hip, her face turning bright red. Breathe in slowly, Chloe, and keep yourself under control. She runs her fingers through her hair and sighs. It's still damp.

  “Are you coming?” Justis asks, his voice gentle.

  “Yeah,” she replies.

  “So, what were you doing out on the water last night?” Chloe and Justis have buried their poles into the sand, allowing them to relax under the trees and watch as the gray clouds blow over. Sometimes a bit of sun pokes through, warming the island.

  Justis is drawing circles in the sand. “Just fishing. I love hunting and fishing, anything that gets me outdoors. I spend too much time in an office.”

  Chloe nods. “I spend a lot of time in the hospital. I love to garden, it's another thing my dad taught me before he passed away.”

  “Sounds like he was invested in keeping you alive. Nothing says 'I love you' like teaching someone survival skills.” Justis laughs. He scoots a little closer to Chloe. She doesn't notice. “When I was a kid, my dad took me hunting. Every winter break, we'd go out to this forest 3 hours away from my house. My mom hated it, but me and my sister? We loved it.

  Well, one time, my sister decided she wanted to go hunt deer on her own. She was at that age, you know, where a girl wants independence and approval from her dad at the same time. Confusing time. So she woke up earlier than anyone else and somehow sneaks out of the tent without us noticing.”

  Justis smiles, shaking his head. Something brews in his eyes, deep emotions tangling with one another. “I heard her scream probably a half hour later, and all of us ran out of the tent. My dad and I grabbed our guns and ran in opposite directions, looking for Chastity. That's my sister, by the way. I'm the one who found her. She was on the ground, cowering beneath a black bear that was just about to attack. It was a mother, trying to protect her cubs.”

  “Oh my god!” Chloe says, enthralled with the story.

  "The thing slashed up her right arm pretty bad. I was shaking from fear, but I love my sister to death and I have this protector impulse that I can't quite control. I had to shoot it." He pauses. "I wish I didn't have to. Bears are amazing creatures, but I had to protect my sister. We made sure nothing went to waste, not even the bones."

  Chloe sits in stunned silence. Justis quietly watches the clouds pass over the sun again and again. Everything this man does makes Chloe feel strange. She feels at home, but at the same time uncomfortable.

  Justis's hand touches hers. She looks down at it, then up at his face. The dip in his upper lip is deep. His mouth seems a little wide for his face, but it's still attractive. His nose is strong, but not too large. He has a birth mark above his lip on the right side. Is he Spanish? Italian?

  His other hand slips behind her neck and pulls Chloe close. His beautiful lips hover only an inch from her own. She wants to lunge and kiss him, but she's too scared. His eyes seem to search hers, looking for permission. Acceptance.

  And then their lips touch, a fragile fluttering of kisses as Chloe slips completely under his spell. It's everything she dreamed of and more. So much more. His fingers tangle in her hair, pulling it and making her head tingle. His tongue plays in her mouth, sliding against hers. She moans into his mouth. If he didn't know he had permission before, he does now.

  “You are such an interesting girl,” he says, his voice low. “You are mesmerizing.”

  Chloe laughs and blushes, looking down at the sand. Her leg accidentally kicked over some of the circles Justis had drawn. He grabs her chin and gently turns her face, making her look up at him.

  “Don't laugh when I compliment you, girl. I mean what I say.”

  And for some reason, Chloe believes it. Somehow this man, older and wiser, thinks she is mesmerizing. She melts into his hands, completely won over. He kisses her again, a kiss full of fire.

  He places his hand on her breast, over her thin bikini top. It's a little bit crooked, revealing the tiniest bit of her nipple. Justis brushes his rough fingers against the fabric, smiling as her sensitive nub swells easily. “Do you like that?”

  “I do,” she admits, her head swimming.

  “Take off that top. Let me see your beautiful body.”

  Chloe bends her arms behind her and unties the back of her bikini top, letting the cups fall away from her breasts. “I'm sorry they're so small,” she says.

  “Small?” He balks at her. “They're perfect! Look.” He places his hand over one of them, jiggling it. “It fits perfectly in my hand. It's like you were made for me.”

  Grabbing her back, he pulls Chloe onto his lap. From there, he sucks her brown nipple into his mouth. “They're delicious, too,” he says. She moans, placing her hand on the back of his head. The harder she pulls his hair, the harder he sucks and nibbles on her nipple.

  “Justis,” she gasps.

  His hand slides down the small of her back to her plump ass. He gives her cheeks each a squeeze. Chloe bites her lower lip as she bucks her hip forward. Justis's hand slips between her thighs and strokes her mound gently. She can only barely feel his fingers moving up and down her covered slit.

  “You are so warm down here. Do you like me touching you?”

  Chloe nods.

  “Would you like me to lick you?”

  She bites her bottom lip, too shy to answer him. Justis waits for a moment before pushing her gently onto the sand. He kneels between her legs, spreading them wide. Pushing her bikini bottom to the side, he reveals her pretty pink pussy.

  With one finger, he strokes down her slit, not quite penetrating it. He then pulls it open and reveals her throbbing clit. He strokes down her slit again, flicking his finger against her sensitive button.

  “Justis,” she moans.

  Moving closer to her, Justis opens his mouth and licks the very tip of Chloe's clit. His tongue rubs against the tip, flicking it fast before his whole mouth covers it. He sucks on her most sensitive organ.

  Chloe's back arches as he pleasures her. She grabs fists full of sand, thrashing with each lick that leaves her too sensitive. “Oh, Justis, that's too much!” She begs, but he doesn't let up. He continues sucking on her pussy until she feels a burning sensation in her lower abdomen. It builds and builds until, finally, with one last long suck, all of her tension is released and she cums against Justis's face. He licks up her juices, savoring them.

  “Was that good?” He asks, hovering over her as she pants.

  “God, yes!” She cries.

  “I'm going
to fuck you now,” he says. “You'll like that even more.”

  Pulling down his pants, he reveals his huge cock. He places it on her mound and rubs up and down, using her juices to slick himself up. Each time his cock hits her sensitive clit, she bucks and her back arches.

  Chloe wraps her legs around Justis's back, urging him on. “I want you inside of me,” she begs. “Please! Now!”

  Not one to let a beautiful woman down, Justis finally positions the head of his cock at her entrance. It slides in easily after her orgasm. Her soft, wet pussy gladly takes his cock. He thrusts all the way into her, until his testicles hit her ass.

  As he pulls out, he bites her nipple. Chloe grabs onto his shoulders and digs her nails in with each thrust. She does her best to move with him, to get him deeper and deeper inside of her.

  She's going to cum again when she feels his cock begin to twitch inside of her. “Oh my god, are you going to cum?” She asks.

  “Yes,” he says. “Inside of you.”

  Enjoying the sex too much to complain, they both move even faster now, pounding away and coming closer and closer to orgasm until they both explode with pleasure! As ropes of thick cum spills into Chloe, Justis continues to thrust into her as wave of wave of orgasm washes over her body.

  “Ooooh,” she moans as he collapses on top of her. He rolls over onto the sand next to her and grins up at the sky.

  “That was great.” Turning onto his side, he places a hand tenderly on her stomach. “I really do like you, Chloe. When we get back, I'd like to keep in touch.”

  Chloe's about to respond when one of the fishing poles flies out from the sand and into the water. Ass naked, Justis jumps up and runs after it. Chloe laughs as she watches him grab the pole and reel in a huge fish.

  When they return with a cooler full of fish, they find the rest of the group waiting. Mason and Fred both seem excited to start cooking, though less excited at the idea of gutting fish. Amanda on the other hand eyes her friend suspiciously. She pulls Chloe into the shack.

  “You fucked him, didn't you?”

  Chloe rolls her eyes. “No!”

  “Don't you lie to me, Chloe. I'm your best friend, I know when you're lying.”

  “Fine, yeah. We had sex. And it was great.” Chloe crosses her arms. Amanda grins from ear to ear and hugs her.

  “I'm so proud of you!”

  “Yeah, yeah. Go help the boys gut the fish.” The two girls rejoin the group. Chloe sits next to Justis while they eat, who whispers sweet nothings in her ear all night. All they need to do is get off this island, and Chloe just might have a promising relationship with this man.

  “Ah, look.”

  The sun is setting, leaving the sky a blood red. Off in the water is a spec that Chloe almost can't make out. She stands up and looks closer.

  “Is that a boat?”

  Justis laughs and nods. “Yep. That's my father coming to check on me. He'll be able to get Jorge to safety, too.”

  “Why is your father coming out here?”

  “Because I didn't call after the storm. He knew I was out here. This is my island, after all.”

  Chloe looks at Justis with wide eyes. “YOUR island?”

  Downtown Girl Goes Down

  The White Man's Passion

  “Out! Get out, James!”

  My boyfriend, now ex, stumbles out of the house that we both bought only a few months ago. His breath is laced with curses as I throw out the last box of his stuff, this one full of photos of other women. Women he slept with, in this house, on my bed.

  “You can't do this!”

  “Sure I can! Your name isn't on the papers anywhere. Go sleep with one of your side bitches, because you're not sleeping here!” I flip him off as I shut the door and lock it.

  Sliding down it, I press my body against the door to keep it shut as he pounds his fists on it. “Aviona, you better open this god damn door right now!”

  Eventually he stops. He goes away, taking the boxes of his stuff with him, and finally this nightmare of a month is over.

  Only not really. When I stand up again, I see the pile of bills on my kitchen table. The bills he hasn't paid for months and are now left on my shoulders, after I lost my job. I'm living on unemployment, and you can bet your ass it isn't going to cover all of this debt.

  Maybe I have to sell the house.

  The thought makes my heart ache. Even though it's filled with memories of James, I don't want to lose the security that this place gives me. I pat my hair down. It's natural, curly and rough.

  I nearly jump through my skin when my phone rings. I scramble to pick it up, checking to see if it's a debt collector before I answer it.

  “Oh, hey Tanisha.” I sigh. “What's up, girl?”

  There's music blaring on the other side. This girl has no damn manners, bless her soul.

  “Aviona! Come out with us. It's been weeks since you went dancing, you're gonna lose it!”

  “Gonna lose what, exactly?” I laugh. “Alright, I need a distraction. I kicked James out.”

  She gasps. “No way! I'm so happy for you! I told you that nigga was a no good cheating piece of shit, didn't I?”

  Rolling my eyes, I bite my tongue. “Yeah, you did.” What I don't say is that she says that about everyone I try to date. I hate when she's right, though.

  “Alright girl, I'll pick you up in an hour!”

  After we hang up, I let myself freak out for a few seconds before I bottle those emotions back up. I can deal with them tonight before bed. Not right now. Right now, I need to treat myself to some fun.

  Even though Tanisha is annoying, she's certainly fun. She knows how to party. When she pulls up in the driveway, a smile immediately creeps onto my face and I run out the door.

  We decide to go to a new club tonight, to change things up and avoid any bad memories. Tanisha, as always, looks both stunning and slutty. I'm a bit more reserved in my clothing, but she tells me I look hot anyway.

  “You gonna bring a boy home tonight? I bet that'll help you forget all about that asshole,” she says, sipping on a fruity drink. “Turn up, then get down with some random. Right?”

  “I don't know, Tanisha. That doesn't sound like a good idea. I'm not ready to go back to one night stands.”

  She shrugs and finishes off her drink before pulling me out onto the dance floor. I place my hands on her curves, and we dance like we used to. She's drunk, so she almost falls over a few times, but I help hold her up as we gyrate and gain the attention of every man in the bar.

  One man in particular comes up from behind us and grabs Tanisha.

  “What the-” I start, and then I push him away. “Dyrell, you can fuck right off! Tanisha doesn't want to talk to you!”

  Tanisha's abusive ex boyfriend, Dyrell, just grabs her arm again and pulls her close as she screams. She tries to push him away, but he holds her tight.

  “Baby, I've missed you. Let's go back to my place, and I'll show you how wrong you were to dump me.”

  “No! Go away!” She finally pushes him off of her, but he reels back and slaps her in the face. She falls, with a scream, to the ground. I respond with a punch that hits him squarely in the nose.

  “Aah! What the fuck, you stupid bitch!” He swings at me, but missed entirely. I kick his kneecap and he falls to the floor with another shout.

  A white man shoots from the stunned crowd and grabs Dyrell. “Come on, buddy, you've made enough of a fool of yourself.” With strong muscles, he pulls Dyrell up and forces him out of the club. Everyone on the dance floor slowly goes back to their rhythmic movements.

  I pull Tanisha off the floor and to a table. She's a crying mess, but it's anger more than the sadness she usually feels when she sees Dyrell. “I can't believe him! I'm going to murder him if I don't get a restraining order against him!”

  “You should do that,” I say, ordering a new drink for her. The white man that kicked Dyrell out walks up to us, a scowl on his face.

  “What was that man's full nam
e?”

  “What?” I ask. “Why does that matter.”

  “Because I'm friends with the police chief and I'd like to see that sad sack of shit rot in jail.”

  This man is so handsome when he's pissed, my heart flutters. Crap, Aviona, get ahold of yourself. I tell him Dyrell's full name and his address while Tanisha gulps down her new drink.

  “Thank you,” he mutters, putting the number into his phone. “I know this isn't the best time, but I was wondering if I could have your number too?”

  For a second I thought he meant he needed it for a statement, but the look on his face tells a different story. Part of me wants to give him my number, but I need to focus on helping Tanisha tonight. “I'll only give you my number if you promise to leave me alone the rest of the night.”

  “Deal.”

  I give him my number, and he promises to call tomorrow. When he leaves, Tanisha's tears are gone and she's giving me a strange look.

  “What?”

  “Giiiiiiiiiirl you're gonna get laid! That guy looked loaded too! Snatch him up!”

  I roll my eyes, but even still... I'm smiling.

  The next day, I've forgotten all about the stranger at the club. I spend most of it cleaning and avoiding even looking at the bills piled up on the table.

  So imagine my surprise when I hear the doorbell ring. I rinse my hands to get any cleaning chemicals off them and then rush to the door to open it, thinking it might be the mailman with the towels I bought online.

  Instead, it's the white man from the club.

  “Hello, Aviona. I hope you're not too cross with me.”

  Looking behind him, I see a limousine. “What's going on?”

  “I came to take you out to dinner. I know it's a bit early, but I thought you might need some time to shower or get dressed.”

  Well, he's not wrong. I'm disgusting. “How did you find out where I live?”

  “It's a long story, but I'll shorten it. You know how I said I'm friends with the police chief? Well, that's because I work closely with the FBI, investigating fraud in the economy.”