Wild Fantasies

By Ashley Ladd

In her futuristic holodec sessions, one magnificent hero fulfils Jala's many wild fantasies, but can he be her hero in real life?

Lieutenant Jala Janguardo can't have her Captain Adam Carrington in real life so he becomes her werewolf in London, her Arabian sheik, and her intergalactic bar patron in her holodec fantasies. In real life, she might as well be part of the equipment for all he notices her. Or does he?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Jan 1, 2008
• ISBN: 9781906590055

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Wild Fantasies

ISBN # 978-1-906590-05-5

©Copyright Ashley Ladd 2008

Cover Art by Anne Cain ©Copyright January 2008

Edited by Michele Paulin

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WILD FANTASIES

Ashley Ladd

Dedication

To my darling daughters, even though they swear they will never ever read their mother’s erotic romance.

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Chapter One

It’s criminal to hide those supple nipples. I can’t believe I never noticed how sexy you are. Captain Adam Carrington drugged Lieutenant Jala Janguada with erotic kisses, unzipped his pants, then fit her atop him without breaking the kiss. Strong, calloused hands helped her slide down his swollen, pulsing cock.

Unable to wait a second longer to mould her body to his, to be united body and soul, to rub her nipples over his, she tore off his shirt, delighting when the buttons shot across the room.

His incredible muscles rippled beneath her hungry hands. She massaged, teased, and titillated him until he pumped her as feverishly as she yearned to ride.

He quivered beneath her touch and she knew he was all hers. How heady the power! How earth-shattering the passage!

What a dream come true. Literally. And yet, still merely a dream. A holograph.

If only it were the real man making love to her, moaning in her ears, suckling her breasts, pulsing inside her. Not that she could imagine anything more erotic than how the holographic Adam made her feel, but she longed for the real Adam to love her with all his heart in return.

Of course, no real man would put up with her working as a topless waitress in an intergalactic bar, or let her parade around wearing an ultra-mini skirt without a pair of panties underneath, just begging to be fucked and fucked hard—in front of a room full of zringtwats and treaks—as she did on the holodec.

Nor would he whip out his cock and fuck her unconscious in front of them. The real Adam would be possessive and demand her all to himself.

In the privacy of the holodec, however, she could do anything at all, and no one would ever know. Holographic images didn’t tattle. They didn’t judge. They existed to fulfil her every whim and did they ever.

So she indulged in her hedonistic desires as often as she could schedule the deck. She could make wild love to the man—or even men—of her dreams anywhere, to her heart’s desire.

This particular program brought her the greatest pleasure—parading topless, practically naked in front of the most dangerous, sexiest men in the galaxy in only her scrap of a skirt and teetering high heels. She could even have two or three men at a time if she so wanted and she had played out that intriguing fantasy more than once.

She loved how their gazes devoured her naked breasts, how their cocks swelled so huge in their pants their jeans almost ripped apart, and how their hands crept under her wisp of a skirt to fondle her clit, to slide their finger inside her and make her come. There wasn’t a better fantasy job in the entire universe.

What she loved most, however, was how holographic Adam filled her with his hot cock, how he thrust in and out of her pussy as he was doing now, and how he intoxicated her with his all-consuming kisses. He drank of her as if he was dying of thirst.

She rubbed her burning nipples against his furry chest, wondering what it would be like to make crazy love to a howling werewolf under a full moon. Next fantasy, she promised herself she would program Adam to be a werewolf, even more of an animal than he was now.

On the brink of complete ecstasy, she raked her long nails down his back as she impaled herself on his sex. Her juices sheathed