Burn: Dragon Shifter Romance

by Ava Frost

  "No, just a movie and a beer," he replied. "So don’t let me to stop you," she said. "What were you thinking of watching?" There wasn't any way that he was going to let her know what kind of movie he had planned to watch, so he evaded the question.

  "Um...some adventure movie. I guess." "You guess?" Michelle giggled. "What you're trying to say is that you did not have a movie picked out?" "No, I was just going to go through On Demand and see if something attracted me."

  That sounds good!" She stated while she made her way in the living room. "Well, let's see what is on." Every single fiber of her being felt like shouting I am on! I am on! But instead, she plopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote control. John turned to grab a beer from the fridge and sat with her.

  After a couple of seconds of arguing back and forth, they at last came to an agreement on a light-hearted comedy and got ready to watch it. While the movie was on he noticed he was starting to become more relaxed. Michelle sat on the couch beside him and pretended to focused on the movie, giggling and cracking up at the appropriate scenes. John was not sure if he was going to be able to fully relax with Michelle seating so close beside him. He continued to sip his beer and tried to pretend that she wasn’t there, that she wasn’t so close he could reach out and caress her soft skin.

  Michelle was barely concentrating on what was occurring on the television. It took everything she had in her to laugh and pretend as if she was not affected by his nearness. Lord he smelled so excellent. She realized that he had finished his beer and hopped up to get him another one. She drank from it right before giving it to him, and coyly grinned at his raised eyebrow as she took a seat beside him, this time a little bit closer.

  John could feel the hot curves of her body pressed down on his side. She had removed her shoes and put her legs up on the sofa, a move that pushed her into his side. He raised his arm over the back of the couch in this effort to get comfortable. Michelle took this as an offer to snuggle near him. The scent of her hair wafted over him and he felt himself becoming stiff. He took a drink of beer and crossed his legs in an attempt to cover up the proof of his horniness.

  With measured nonchalance Michelle reached over his body for the beer. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?" He asked her. Michelle rotated her head to give him a coy grin. "Oh, come on John. It’s only a sip of beer," she pouted. “Please?"

  She reached over his body once again, but he held the bottle just out of her reach. "Last time I checked you were nineteen years old, not twenty one," he replied firmly, a grin forming at the sides of his lips.

  Getting on all fours, she kept reaching for the beer, as John continued to hold the bottle just out of her reach. She placed one hand of his inner thigh to keep her balance as she struggled to reach the beer. She overreached and collapsed on him. His forearm slid off of the back of the sofa and landed against her firm ass. They both suddenly froze. Michelle turned her head and was mere centimeters away from his face. She felt his rough breath over her face and her gaze concentrated on his lips. Only a couple of centimeters she thought. Only a couple of centimeters and we would be kissing.

  John felt the hot curve of her butt and noticed the darkening of her eyes. Without thinking his fingers grabbed on to her ass and she groaned. It took everything he had inside him not to lose control at that very second. He shut the couple of centimeters separating their mouths and pressed his lips into hers. He put down the beer and used his other hand to hold her face while he plundered the hot wet warmth of her mouth.

  He continued to squeeze her ass with a firm grip while they kissed. Her forearms wrapped up over the nape of his neck and she rotated until she was seated on his thighs, groaning into his mouth. His hand slowly moved upward away from her ass, gently caressing the side of her torso, until he reached her breast. She groaned in ecstasy at the feeling of his hands exploring her body.

  Michelle could feel the increasing size of his erection under her, growing into a rock hard rod. She felt so excited she could scream, finally having proof of his desire for her. His index finger found the raised point of her nipple through her t-shirt and he flicked the point as he started to trail moist, hot kisses from her lips all the way down to her neck.

  "Yeah," she moaned. "Oh, fuck yeah! John, please fuck me." The touch of his fingers against her and the crazy wide open mouth kisses he was pressing down her neck were making her go insane. The sound of her voice pulled him away from the lust-filled cloud that had swallowed him.

  "Oh god, Michelle!" He quickly stood up, almost throwing her to the ground in the process. "Oh god, what are we doing!"

  She shifted her position on the couch, her hairdo was mussed and her mouth swollen from his kisses. She looked at him, her look dazed and flustered. "John? What’s wrong?" She asked him, her breathing intense and unsteady. "Did I do something wrong?"

  "Did you do something wrong?" He yelped. "This entire thing is wrong! Shit!" He rotated away from her and tunneled his hand through his hair. Looking over at his beer, he grabbed the bottle and took a lengthy sip of the cold liquid. He turned back again to face her.

  "Christ Shelley. I apologize...I never ever should've...I lost control of myself..." His voice faded away while he stared at her face. She seemed as if she was close to sobbing, her eyes were downcast and she was biting at her lip once again. John took a seat beside her and held her hand.

  "Please, don’t..." His voice caught when she finally look him directly in the eyes. "Was it really that horrible? Kissing me?" “Of course kissing you wasn’t horrible. It’s just that you’re my best friend’s daughter!”

  Michelle looked into his eyes so deeply that he felt as if her eyes were burning a hole right through him. “What is it John? You don’t find me attractive?” “Don’t do this Shelly,” John ordered. “Do what John?” She asked as she slowly moved toward him, gently rubbing her soft lips down his neck.

  John felt his entire body quiver from her touch and her sweet smell had his body heating up in feverish arousal again. Michelle stood up from the couch, unbuttoned her jeans and slowly peeled the tight denim from her body. She stood in front of John in her pink, lace panties, biting her lower lip.

  “Oh fuck,” John groaned as he tried to look away. Michelle placed her knees on either side of John’s thighs as she lowered herself on top of him, straddling his body between her legs. Leaning down, she whispered softly in his ear. “Nobody ever has to find out about this, it will be our little secret”.

  John could feel himself becoming weak as he grew dizzy with lust. “I want you John, I’ve wanted to know how you would feel for so long. I just need one night with you… just one night.” Michelle continued to whisper in his ear, her warm breath sending chills down his spine.

  Something about the things she said caused John to pause, a question burning in his mind. He started to wonder about this entire evening and immediately he had a sinking feeling inside his belly. He laid back and looked her in the eyes. "Michelle. Did you plan all of this?" She immediately looked down, breaking eye contact with him, and that was enough to answer his question.

  "Goddamnit!" He cursed, forcefully rubbing his hands over his face. “Get up Michelle,” John said sternly. “What?” “Get off of me now!” John’s tone caught Michelle off guard and although she was initially a little afraid, she became enthralled by his temper. She knew the only reason he had become so angry was because he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

  Instead of moving away from him, Michelle pulled her shirt off over her head. "Goddamnit Michelle, your dad is my best friend. I am fourteen years older than you are. "I am not a kid anymore, I’m nineteen years old. That makes me an adult, John Valente. Old enough to do as I please. Sufficiently old enough to fuck who I want," she said with emphasis. "Do not push my buttons Michelle," he said. "Or? She snarled. “I mean it Michelle, you need to stop now!"

  Ignoring his warning, Michelle began to grind her hips over him, feeling the bulge in his pants growing. “I know what I want,
and want you,” she said as she slowly started to unbutton his shirt. Her hands glided over his bare, muscular chest and Michelle immediately felt warm juices flow from her pussy.

  She had never had sex with a real man before. The young guys she had been with could never measure up to John. He was all man, all muscle, and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her. "I want you, John," she murmured. John shook his head as if he was trying to delete the filthy thoughts going through is mind.

  He knew he should say no. That he should put a stop to this quickly, before he did something he would regret. He could feel her lustful body pressed down over him and his defenses, already vulnerable to start with, started to collapse. Her mouth was once again mere centimeters away from his and he felt their pull. As if of their very own volition, his fingers raised up to hold the back of her head, to tangle in the scented tresses of her hair.

  "Fuck it," he sighed pulling her lips into his. This was all that Michelle had dreamed about, every single thing she had been wanting for so long. His tongue slipped in her mouth and laid claim. He slanted his mouth over hers and tasted her, as if he was a man deprived of sustenance. He ate over her lips and the only thing she was able to do was hang on to him and groan in reply. Yeah! Her head and body squealed. Yeah! Finally!

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  John moaned low inside his throat and her eyes opened up. He pulled back to look at her. "Fuck Shelley, what did you do to me?" Her innocence lit up on her face and for a second he reconsidered, but when he glanced down and saw the small puddle that was forming on his pants from her juices seeping through her panties, he was a goner.

  Tangling his hand in the back of her hair, he flung Michelle on the couch and lowered himself on top of her. “Is this what you want, Shelley?” He asked kissing and nibbling at her neck.

  So overwhelmed with lust and desire for him, Michelle could barely utter a response. She let out a low moan and John continued to work his way down her body, covering her chest and stomach with kisses.

  Reaching behind her back, he quickly unclasped her bra, pulling it off and flinging it to the floor. Michelle’s head fell back in ecstasy, she could hardly believe this was finally happening. John’s touch felt better than she could have ever imagined, and his warm tongue alone was enough to send her over the edge.

  John gently circled her nipple with his tongue, making Michelle quiver. Her back arched as he sucked her nipple into his moist mouth. Sitting up, John removed his unbuttoned shirt and reached for the clasp of his belt. Michelle shook with lustful anticipation.

  She looked at John as if she were begging for him, and as her gaze met his, he felt like he might explode. He could feel precum oozing from the tip of his hard cock and wanted nothing more than to release his rod from the constraint of his pants. As he unzipped his pants and began stroking himself, Michelle caught the first glimpse of his thick cock and gasped in delight. She had never seen a penis as large as John’s, and she felt both excited and fearful at the same time. John, continuing to stroke his cock, looked Michelle dead in the eyes and asked her, “Is this what you fucking want?” All she could do was nod yes, as she moaned and writhed with eagerness.

  John reached for her lace panties and ripped them from her body. He wanted to be inside of her so badly he could hardly stand it. All thoughts of her being his best friend’s daughter had gone out of his mind completely and all he wanted to do was plunge himself deep into her wetness.

  He leaned down to whisper in her ear, sliding his cock through her slit as he got closer to her. Michelle’s hips shook as the ridges of his penis glided across her clit and she felt her pussy contract. He had already almost pushed her over the edge and he had barely even touched her.

  “You have done this before, right?” he whispered. “Don’t worry John, I’m not a virgin,” Michelle replied, a devious grin spreading across her face. The truth was, she wasn’t a virgin, but she was nowhere near as experienced as she wanted him to think. “No one can ever find out about this Shelley, do you understand? I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll want to shout it from the rooftops, but this will have to be our little secret, do you hear me?”

  John’s forceful tone was a huge turn on, and Michelle knew this is what she had been waiting for, a real man to take control of her and make her feel things she had never felt before. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers. The kiss was only broken when Michelle pulled away as she let out a moan. She could feel the tip of John’s dick playing at her opening and she pushed her legs open a little wider to allow him entry.

  He slipped his fingers into her hair, supporting her neck as he pulled her close to him, gently pushing his stiff dick inside her. Michelle groaned in pain. “John wait, oh fuck, it hurts.” “Just hold on Shelley, I promise you it will feel good, just hold on.” He could feel her tight walls sliding over his thick cock and the warmth of her pussy felt amazing to him. Michelle gritted her teeth and moaned in pain as John stretched her to her absolute limit.

  Soon, Michelle’s pain gave way to incredible pleasure as John pumped his massive cock in and out of her with increasing speed. Her slippery juices coated his dick completely, making it easy for him to slide in and out of her. John grabbed Michelle’s hips, forcing himself into her more deeply and she screamed out reaching up to grab the arm of the couch to support herself.

  “Do you like that Shelley?” “Yeah”, she groan in response. “I told you it would feel good, didn’t I?” “Yes. Oh fuck yes, John.” “Mmm, I love the sound of my name on your lips, say it again.” “John, ohhh, fuck me John.”

  John quickly stood up and pulled Michelle to the floor, bending her over the couch with her knees on the floor. He dropped to his knees behind her and spread her legs so that he was between them. John grabbed a handful of her firm ass and she let out a squeal. Michelle could feel her wetness running down her thighs and her pussy throbbed in pain, but she wanted more of him.

  Soon she felt the head of his penis pushing its way inside of her, John’s hands squeezed her hips forcefully as he pounded her hard. Michelle screamed in delight at John’s aggressive pumps, he was stretching her wide open and it felt so good. She knew how much he wanted her and that turned her on even more.

  John licked his thumb and slowly slid it into Michelle’s asshole as he continued to thrust deep inside of her. The sensation caught her off guard and she gasped, turning to look at him. “I’ve only got you for one night and I’m going to fuck you the way I want to. Just relax. Trust me,” John grunted. Michelle lowered her head to the couch cushion and allowed herself to feel every sensation, and she loved every bit of it.

  Before long Michelle was having the most powerful orgasm she had every experienced in her life. John felt her pussy tighten around his dick and her asshole clench around his thumb. Michelle moaned loudly and John could feel that he was losing control. Removing his thumb from her, he reached forward, cupping her breast in one hand and grabbing a handful of her hair in the other. His thrusts became longer and deeper as the sounds of Michelle’s moaning and screaming finally did him in. He came deep inside of her, continuing to pump his hips, milking every last drop.

  ********

  John held Michelle close for the entire night. He knew all too well that this was the only night he would ever have with her, and he wanted to make it count. He wanted to caress her soft body and pretend that she was his, just for one night.

  THE END

  Dad’s Friend, My Lover

  Chapter 1

  I rolled over and opened one eye, then the other, as if that would filter the harsh rays of the sun more delicately through my retinas, giving my eyes some time to adjust after the subsequent night of boozing.

  “Oh my god, I’m never drinking again,” I said in a croaky voice and rolled over feeling around on the floor for my glasses.

  “You were pretty much up there with the best, and so was the Neanderthal next to you,” my roommate Alice said as she placed a cup of coffee and aspirin on
the nightstand.

  I shot up and grabbed frantically for the sheets, then used both my feet to kick Chace out of the bed.

  “What the fuck Zoey,” he groaned as he hit the floor with a loud thud.

  “Oh god, get dressed before someone gets injured,” I retorted and shifted off the bed mortified. How on earth did I manage to get so drunk that I couldn’t even remember bringing Chace to my dorm room?

  “You have five minutes, and you’ll have to use the window,” I shouted and scooted off the bed before fleeing the crime scene and hiding myself in the bathroom.

  Both Alice and I were fortunate to share one of the more upper class dorm rooms, which meant that we never had to wait in line at the communal showers fighting for a spot before the hot water ran out, and this morning in particular, I was more than pleased with that minor fact. I looked at myself in the mirror and cringed. I looked like a Goth queen, with dark rings of mascara smudged under my eyes and my hair plastered against the sides of my face. I couldn’t bear to think what all ended up in my hair, if I couldn’t remember bringing Chace, the campus gigolo to my room, who knows what else happened to me in my state of incoherency.

  “Is he gone yet?” I shouted behind the closed door.

  “Yeah he’s gone,” Alice shouted back, “he used the door!”

  “Fucking idiot,” I mumbled under my breath and dropped the sheet to the floor then turned on the shower. Everyone on campus is going to talk about Chace landing his next trophy, so I was going to have to either pay him to shut him up or blackmail him to keep quiet, but it would have to wait. In less than an hour, my dad would be picking me up to go away with my parents for the summer holiday and that meant I had to seriously pull myself together before he got here.

  Every muscle in my body hurt, my neck was stiff and I had this nagging headache that was not going anywhere in a hurry, not even aspirin could save me now. I should have just stayed in last night, but no, I had to go out.