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Reaching up, Nate cupped her right
breast, the soft fullness a nice handful, the erect nipple jabbing his palm as
he kneaded her creamy flesh. “Makes you
more aware of your body as you wonder what the other person thinks. I love your breasts, Eve. They’re the perfect size for my hand, so soft
here,” he squeezed her plump roundness, “and so hard and responsive here.” He rolled her nipple between two fingers then
gave a taut pull on the small bud until a low moan escaped her lips. When he released her, she shifted, seeking
more. “Do you tend your own lawn?” he
asked her before dipping his head and drawing her nipple into his mouth and
suckling with strong pulls, his intention to keep her off guard, unable to think.
“Yes, no, I mean Carl and Mark helped
me pick out shrubs and flowers and where to put them. Ow!”
Eve reached up to rub her nipple to ease the pain from his surprise
sharp bite, a pain that sent needles of pleasure straight down to her pussy,
but he stopped her with one word.
“No.” Chuckling, he scooped up some of the sweet
whipped topping off the pie. “Here,
this’ll take the sting away.”
Eve gasped when she felt him coat
her nipple and a good portion of her breast with the cool, creamy pie then
couldn’t suppress another moan when his lips closed around her tip and he
licked it off. “Oh, God,” she muttered
as he feasted off her breast with his mouth and tongue, licking and sucking at
her entire breast as if it was the tastiest of desserts. Wet heat pooled between her legs and her entire
body grew warm from arousal. The setting
sun shining through the windows and across her torso added even more warmth
until she felt as if she was burning up from the inside out. The sharp nip of his teeth on her nipple had
her gasping and tightening her legs to ease the pulsing ache growing there.
“As much as I relish being likened
to a higher deity, sugar, you can just call me Nate,” he teased, scooping up
more pie while nibbling on the sensitive curve between her shoulder and
neck. After covering her entire left
breast with the sweet, creamy concoction, he dipped his head and took slow
licks. By the time he got to her nipple,
she was restless, shifting on his lap, her soft round ass making his cock beg
for release.
“I’ll try to remember that.”
Her soft, breathless voice filled
his head as he moved over to her left nipple.
From her low moan, he knew the air felt cool against the tingling he
left behind. “Want to go to my bedroom?”
Nate didn’t reply until he finished
tormenting her breast and had every speck of white cream removed and both
nipples berry red. “No, right here will
do just fine. Stand up and get out of
those pants.”
Eve stood, slipping both the capris
and her panties down her legs and over her bare feet, kicking them aside as she
waited with an anxious look for his next directive. The quickness and ease with which she obeyed
told him she was discovering once again how much easier and more pleasurable
sex could be when she didn’t have to think about anything, do anything except
what he said.
Bind Me To You excerpt:
Dec didn’t know
what he would do, how he’d react if she said no. Thank God he didn’t have to find out because,
with a look of relief, she followed him to the elevator without a word. He couldn’t recall a time when he’d wanted a
woman more, not even in his horny college days when women were all he’d thought
about. It’s just pent up frustration
from pent up lust he told himself as they exited the elevator and he led her
into the first room on the right. From
the way his cock pressed with painful insistence against his zipper, he felt as
if he could explode any second. He knew
he would’ve had no qualms about hauling her outside and taking her against the
brick side of the warehouse if he had found all the second floor, private rooms
taken when he’d stopped on this floor on his way downstairs earlier.
“Strip,” he
ordered without preamble, tightening his jaw against the surge of possessive
pleasure he experienced eyeing the cuffs he had left on her wrists and
ankles. They were wide, thick and
bulky. He wanted her to know she had
them on, know who put them there and accept what they meant as long as she wore
them. Her hands shook as she finished unbuttoning
her top, her expressive eyes shifting away from his when she shrugged it and
her bra off her shoulders. Holding out
his hand, he took them, saying, “Now the skirt.”
Camille kept
quiet, afraid if she said anything it would be the wrong thing and he’d send
her away. With her palms sliding flat
against her waist, she lowered the skirt, taking her panties the rest of the
way down with it, conscious of the heavy feel of the cuffs. They were bulky and cumbersome around her
wrists and ankles, but strangely comforting in a weird, somewhat sexual
way. She assumed he would remove them
when he finished with her, and she’d been both relieved and pleased he wasn’t
ready to end the night just yet. She had
difficulty swallowing around the lump of vulnerability stuck in her throat when
she stood naked before him, but as his gaze took a slow slide down her body,
hot enough to inflame her smoldering arousal, her body responded with its usual
fever.
Surrender To Me excerpt:
He opened the door without knocking to see
her scrubbing her hands with frantic motions, steam billowing from the faucet,
the look of sheer panic on her face irritating him even more. “What the hell are you doing? Stop that.”
Turning off the hot water, he jerked her reddened hands under the cold
faucet, removing the loosened band aids she had wrapped around three puffy
fingers. “What’s gotten into you?” he
snapped.
Shea couldn’t believe how fast it all came
back to her, the humiliation of leaving the Zimmerman’s, the fear of rejection. She’d known she couldn’t keep telling Fin no
on one hand and yes on the other without consequences, she just hadn’t known
how much she wanted to stay, here, with him.
Instant panic had consumed her mind when she noted his irritation as he
stared at her grease stained clothes and hands, the look on his face similar to
Mrs. Zimmerman’s when she had walked into the bathroom and seen the smudge of
grease she had left on a towel despite her efforts to clean herself up.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it all off,” she
tried assuring him as she struggled to pull her hands from his. “I promise I won’t get anything dirty.”
“What?
Oh, for God’s sake, Shea. I don’t
give a rat’s ass if you’ve bathed in the damn stuff.” Turning her around, he leaned into her, his eyes
boring into her startled, purple eyes.
“That’s not what I’m pissed about.”
Before she could question him, his mouth
covered hers, his lips ruthless as he assaulted her mouth and her senses with a
hard, demanding kiss. The erection he
pressed against her mound was just as hard, just as demanding and Shea knew the
time had come for her to choose.
“Damn it,” Fin swore as he lifted his
mouth from hers and whipped her dirty shirt over her head. “I’m tired of waiting, tired of your evasive
answers to my questions and damn tired of you denying you want this, you want
me, as much as I want you.” Fisting her
platinum hair, he jerked her head back and ravaged her mouth again, his other
hand ridding her of her bra and lowering her shorts with unerring speed.
“Oh God,” Shea groaned when cool air
wafted over bare skin, her nipples beading into pinpoints before his hot mouth
closed around one turgid peak. The
strong suction on her sensitive tip shot fire straight down to her pussy, had
her arching into his mouth, thrusting against his denim covered cock. She had no choice but to yield to the searing
need which had been building for days.
Coupled with the fear of rejection reverberating in her head, the choice
was made for her.
Fin released her nipple with a long pull and a plop,
turned to lick over its twin before raising his head to see the undisguised
agreeance reflected on her face. “It’s
about fucking time.”
Blackmailed excerpt:
“Did I mention I
insist on being in charge? Like
this.” He took her mouth again, his
assault deep and hard, her response quick and eager. Slipping his hand under her skirt, he
caressed up her smooth thigh until he reached a surprisingly full, soft
buttock. With his mouth glued to hers,
he kept her busy with his tongue as he delved inside her panties and lowered
them to just below her ass. Then got her
attention with a hard swat on one buttock.
Surprise more than
the sudden sting from his slap had Charlotte jerking her head back, the warmth
spreading over her cheek matching that covering her face. “What was that for?” she asked, praying her
voice didn’t reveal the shocking pleasure spreading from her tingling butt down
to her sheath.
“A little example
of what I’ll do if you don’t give me the control I’ll insist on when we get to
your room. Think hard and fast-what the
hell is your name?”
She couldn’t help
it. She giggled like a teenager on her
first date instead of a grown woman about to have raunchy sex with a complete
stranger. “Charlie,” she told him,
liking the sound of her abbreviated name, and liking him, gruff exterior and
all.
Pressing the Start
button on the elevator panel, he responded with a wry grin tugging the corners
of his mouth. “I’m Wes, and,” he
squeezed the buttock he slapped, “if you don’t want those doors to open on your
exposed, red ass, I suggest you answer me.
Fast.”
Charlotte could
think of only one way to respond to the rough urgency she heard in his voice,
the same rough urgency spreading through her, brought on by that stimulating
smack and threatening to send her spinning out of control soon. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Bound By Two excerpt:
After insisting she ride with them, Dale
squeezed his big body in next to hers on the front seat of Eli’s maroon Ford
Escape. Dani welcomed the extra heat
from the tight press of their larger frames, but not the additional stimulus to
her already over charged libido.
“Uncomfortable?”
Dale’s lean cheeks creased when he smiled
down at her, that enticing dimple she liked so much flashing. “A little.
Those… things aren’t very comfortable.”
Especially when they rubbed against raw, overly sensitive nerve endings
with just the slightest movement.
“Since you’ve been so good, I’ll give you
a small treat, a sample of what they can do.”
Reaching into his coat pocket, he pressed the lowest setting on the
remote for the vibrators.
Tiny vibrations unlike anything she’d felt before started up in her
rectum and vagina, sending off sparks of pleasure. She gasped in surprise, her nipples
tightening along with the clamps, putting more pressure on their already
hypersensitive tips. “Please,” she whispered, closing her eyes
against the desperate plea in her voice.
The small pulses weren’t enough to push her over the edge she’d been
teetering on, only enough to torment her further.
“Give her a break, Dale. We’re almost there.”
Dale heaved an exaggerated sigh and turned
off the vibrators. “You used to be a
hard ass.”
“Still am, when the situation warrants
it.”
Dani was so responsive he sometimes forgot
just how new all this was for her. From
the look on her face when he brought out the bullets, he’d think she had never
seen vibrators before. It boggled his
mind thinking that might be the case.
What woman her age hadn’t played around with toys? More questions as of yet unanswered.
