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Auctioned to the Bad Boy CEO by @mamaD8

 

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Hannah Watson has little time for romantic entanglements. After all, she hasn’t met a man yet who can beat her little battery-operated friend.

Until the new CEO arrives. Known for his ruthlessness in business, he’s also every woman’s wet dream—hers included. His temper alone should be a turn off, but her libido is not listening to reason.

Logan Bryce doesn’t tangle with his employees—ever—until curvy little Hannah makes all of him sit up and take notice. Who knew the starchy, always respectably dressed Ms. Watson had such a naughty side? Her proposal to auction off willing celebrities and suitable staff for a ‘date’ has appeal, especially with Hannah, herself, on the auction block.

The terms of the auction are clear—a twenty-four hour commitment—plenty of time to get her out of his system.

What can possibly go wrong?

Be Warned: mild BDSM, sex toys, spanking

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Excerpt

“Because you were too busy playing slap the donkey with your schlong.”

“Schlong?” Logan didn’t know whether to be amused or offended at having his cock referred to thus.

“Yes, what would you call that?”

She glanced down at said appendage and attempted to cross her arms. No doubt to hide her body’s far too obvious reaction to him. It made him even harder, eager to lose himself in her soft body and to finish with her what he’d started on his own in the shower. She accidentally grazed his cock with her arm in her attempt to hide her hard nipples from him. Like “come suck me” beacons they pushed against the satin of her gown, and made Logan’s mouth water with the need to taste them. How responsive would those little nubs be as he rolled them between his fingers, sucked them in his mouth, and bit down? Would she like that nip of pain, find it as much as a turn-on as he did, or would that be one step too far for sensible little Hannah? Not that she looked very sensible now with her dilated pupils, and the fine sheen of arousal coating her skin. Her heart beat an uneven staccato at the base of her throat, and a groan escaped her full lips when he ran his nose along that sensitive area and inhaled. Her sweet scent, made more potent by her arousal, called him to bite down, to mark her in the most primitive of ways, but he couldn’t and wouldn’t do that without her consent.  To give into his darker desires was a two-edged sword, one he couldn’t allow himself to unleash, not now, perhaps not ever again. Certainly not with someone who worked for him, and with the hearing hanging over his head, he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his success there. He owed Claudia that much.

Logan pushed those thoughts down with the same ruthlessness that had made him so successful in the corporate world. They had no business here, not with sweet little Hannah his for the taking and his being so revved up that innocent skin on skin graze of her arm on his cock was almost painful. Predictably that part of his anatomy jerked. Giving into the demands of his body, he pulled back slightly, took her hand, and wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft.

Another one of those cock-hardening moans came from the woman he was holding a not so reluctant prisoner against his bathroom wall, and he tipped her chin up with his other hand to read her expression.

“I would call that my cock, and unless you really do want me to spank that delicious, round bottom of yours, I suggest you do something to help him out.”

Her digits tightened around his shaft, and Logan swallowed his grunt of pleasure.

“Like this, Sir?”

Her whispered question and the snarky intonation she put on that title made his dominant side roar. She couldn’t know what that did to him, and soon he was past the ability to think, because the feel of her little fist sliding up and down his hard dick, the little mewls she made as though this was a huge turn-on for her, too … fuck it, he was in real danger of shooting his load right there and then, and that just wouldn’t do. He wanted to come inside her tight little pussy the first time around, before he claimed every one of her other willing holes.

Logan fisted his hand in her hair and pulling her head back growled his instructions.

“Enough.”

He pulled Hannah’s hand off his dick and slanted his lips over hers. Her tiny yelp in response to his rough handling granted him access, and he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, while he angled her head just so. When her hands slid up his shoulders and she pushed herself against him, he lost what little restraint he had and kissed her in earnest. He tongue-fucked her, in a very good imitation of what he was aching to do with his cock, while he ground his hips into her soft belly, and, grasping a generous handful of her luscious ass, pulled her tighter into him.

Hannah did not disappoint in her response. She kissed him back with the same feverish desire that coursed through his veins. The need to fill his lungs with oxygen forced him to break the kiss, and, panting, he rested his forehead on hers.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom. I need to be in you, woman. Tell me you want that, too.”

He pulled away just enough to read her expression, and the sight of her kiss-swollen lips, her pale skin already marked by his emerging stubble was the hugest fucking turn-on so far. Still, he had to be sure she was on board with this, so he forced himself to wait for her response. When none was forthcoming, other than the sounds of her rapid breathing, he tugged her hair again, a little harder this time. Tears sprang into her azure eyes, but she also clung tighter and bit her lip.

“Don’t do that. It makes me want to bite you all over, right after I turned your backside raw for not answering me straightaway.”

If that was possible her eyes grew even wider. She whispered something that he couldn’t quite catch over the roaring of his own heartbeat in his ears.

“What was that? Speak up, little dove, or I shall take your silence as consent. After all, you did come and see me, and I warned you what would happen if you did.”

He pulled her plump bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. Hannah gasped and jerked, and he pulled back and licked that tiny drop of blood away. Her life’s essence exploded on his taste buds, made him hungry for more.

“Tell me you’re mine for tonight.”

About Doris

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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FIRST TIME by @AuthorLynnBurke

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First Time

Elite Escorts #3

by Lynn Burke

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover by: Jay AheerEdit

*Warning: physical and verbal abuse triggers, bondage

Daniel Cooney loves to tie women up and is nicely compensated for his services as an Elite escort. He’s no sadist, however, but a gentle dominant who longs for a woman of his own, one who won’t be intimidated by his size and ropes.

Becky Eaton bends over backwards to help her boyfriend work through his mental problems, but her submissive nature enables his sick desires to turn vicious. His plans to exploit her for his pleasure backfires … Becky experiences desire—and a climax—for the first time beneath another man’s command. Master Cooney’s tender touch awakens her in ways she never expected.

Beaten and broken, Becky’s tattered heart yearns for what could be, and while Daniel’s strength proves a pillar of support, she must find the courage within to escape a murderous monster—before it’s too late.

PURCHASE LINKS

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EXCERPT

*Warning: Verbal and emotional abuse triggers

I entered the lounge to find the dimmed area already packed. Every stool at the bar along the right was taken, and the groupings of chairs and couches scattered around the room held parties in full-on fun mode.

Naked flesh. Blowjobs. The sounds of asses being tanned—and fucked—filtered through the soft music drifting down from overhead.

One new couple caught my attention. Arrogance oozed from the wiry Dom as he stared at a woman getting her ass handed to her. His unimpressive hard-on ridged the front of his leather pants. A single rose tattoo inked his arm.

The voluptuous, dark-haired woman on the leash behind him … wide hips, thick thighs that would be gorgeous wrapped in rope, huge bare breasts with large, soft nipples.

Not an exhibitionist or voyeur…  

She didn’t follow her Sir meekly as he walked around. She cowered behind him.

An insecure and co-dependent, with a Dom who took advantage of her quiet nature, my gut told me, sending a tingle of anger down my spine. I stepped off to the side and watched as he led her around the room. They drew near, and I forced myself to keep my gaze on her rather than the prick leading her around like a dog.

“How about this?” the wiry man chuckled, drawing her forward to the ménage scene on the couch to my left. “Double penetration. Two cocks shoved so far up your dry cunt you can’t remember your name?” He laughed again, and the woman trembled, her hands sneaking down to cover the thatch of black hair hiding her pussy.

My fist itched to break Wiry’s nose, the first hint of violence I’d felt in years.

“Well?” Wiry asked, yanking on her lead rope when she didn’t answer. “Does this turn that frigid, fat body of yours on?”

“N-no, Sir.”

“Goddamnit, Becky.” Wiry strode off, pulling her behind him. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

Tearing my gaze off her swaying, lush ass, I swore. Striding across the lounge didn’t lessen my anger, and I continued on with my cussing through the guarded door leading to the private rooms and down the carpeted hall. I wasn’t prone to violence, but if those two were taking the bondage class, I was in deep shit.

“Not my monkey, not my circus,” I muttered while pushing open the door to the private room Chantelle had set up for classes. “Don’t get involved.”

Adrenaline laced my bloodstream, but my hands held steady while rifling through the supplies of silk and hemp rope that had been laid out. A few basic knots, I thought, trying to focus on the task ahead of me. I pulled a chair onto the stage, positioning it on a side angle from where my small audience would sit.

Ask for a volunteer, Chantelle had said. I snorted. I highly doubted I’d get away without having to talk someone into sitting on the chair while their spouse or partner watched.

“Hopefully, one of the new Doms won’t mind sharing for an hour,” I muttered to myself.

Or, my conscious whispered, maybe Wiry and Becky will be in the class, and you can ask her to join you on stage. Show her what a real Dom is like.

I shook my head.

Not. Getting. Involved.

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About Lynn Burke

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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Rules of the Wild by @JayeEliseWrites & @GrimmsReapers

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Rules of the Wild by Jaye Elise and Jack Crosby

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Blurb:

After her father’s gambling addiction finally catches up with him and his debts put her life in danger as well, Emy Forester is forced to go into hiding in Juneau, Alaska. Planning to start a new life, she finds a job at a local pub, and it is there that she first sets eyes on Tobias Wyatt.

Tobias is unlike any man Emy has ever met. The former game warden is as rugged, harsh, and uncompromising as the Alaskan wilderness he calls home. He is the kind of man a woman obeys unless she wants to feel his belt across her bare backside. The thought of belonging to Tobias should terrify her, but instead it leaves Emy’s heart racing and her panties soaked.

When Emy lets her curiosity get the better of her and flirts with Tobias one time too many, she ends up spanked until she is sobbing. Despite her blushing cheeks and sore bottom, however, his rough, dominant lovemaking proves more satisfying than she would have thought possible, and an intense, passionate romance quickly ignites between them.

Over the coming weeks, Tobias sets out to teach Emy the proper respect for the dangers of this wild, untamed land. But the men who killed her father haven’t stopped looking for her. When Tobias learns that Emy has been lying to him about her identity, will it destroy the bond they’ve built together, or will he forgive her deception and take it upon himself to protect her?

Publisher’s Note: Rules of the Wild includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

Excerpt:

“Anything wrong?” His voice carried a note of mild concern and within seconds he was at my side, gripping my shoulder protectively.

“No, I-I’m fine. Just haven’t played in a while,” I whispered, tilting my head in the direction of the cards. “I kinda gave it up a while ago.”

“Mhm.”

I’d just dropped a bombshell on him, something I’d never even shared with my closest friends, and all I got was a noncommittal two-syllable grunt. Nice, Tobias. Shifting in his grip, I managed to tilt my head up and look into his eyes. He was only about a head taller than me, but in the cramped quarters, his sheer mass seemed to double my own.

“Sit. Please.”

I did as ordered, sliding myself into the pleather booth on one side of the table. He mirrored me, taking up position across from me before screwing caps off both bottles. Christ, the man had massive hands. I felt my pussy throb as I recalled my recent nightly fantasies, fantasies in which those hands had featured quite prominently.

The quiet lapping sounds of the water against the hull were soothing, yet the silence between us kept me from relaxing. For once, I refused to be the one to break the deadlock. And it turned out to be the best decision I’d made in a while.

“I didn’t realize the cards would be an issue. Sorry about that.”

“S’okay,” I shrugged and gave him a grin.

“I know a gambler when I see one, Emy. And you’ve been rolling the dice with me since the day we met, haven’t you?”

For all the time I’d spent assessing his tells and sussing out his moods, it never occurred to me that he’d been doing the same to me. But before I could interject, he pushed forward.

“You and me, Emy, see…we’re at a crossroads. A stalemate. Pushing and pulling, clawing and scratching. It’s the way of the wild, and believe me, it doesn’t end well for either one of us if we keep on like this.”

I had no idea where he was going with this. I only knew that I wanted to be there with him when we arrived.

“So we need something to get us past the standoff between us,” he continued. “And that’s where these cards come in. But if one hand of poker is gonna be one hand too many, I’ll come up with another solution. If it makes you feel any better, we’re not bettin’ for money.”

“What’re the stakes then?” I blurted out, not able to help myself.

“I’m so glad you asked. One hand, winner takes all. If you win, you get to ask me any question you like and I’ll answer you honestly and completely.”

“And if you win?” I squeaked.

“Well, when I win, I’m gonna take you over my knee and give you the spanking you’ve been asking for since the day I met you. I don’t know about where you’re from or what you’re used to, but actions and words have consequences up here, and I think that’s a lesson that you need to learn. And I’m gonna be the one to teach you.”

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@JayeEliseWrites & @GrimmsReapers

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Downloading books illegally – stats on my own book #piracyistheft #Amazon #eBook

My book has been available to readers for six months now (officially on December 29th, 2017 was its anniversary lol), and because tax season is upon us soon, I was organizing my PayPal receipts to be ready.

So, this year on Facebook, I noticed a lot of writers (rightfully) going after people who illegally download authors’ books. A lot of these thieves’ defense was authors make a lot of money so having a few readers not pay for their books wouldn’t make a big difference…

Well, let me tell you just how very wrong you are.

Allow me to give you an example, here. Since June 29th, 2017 when my book was published, I have spent a total amount of 570$ on marketing my book. This is in six months. Okay. Remember that amount I spent? How much did I make in book sales during the same six months? 123$, that’s how much. And before you say something like “Well, maybe that’s just how many people wanted to read your book in the first place!“, I’ll also tell you how wrong you are again. On just one website that lets readers download my book illegally, 2,732 readers downloaded my book, and 4,390 readers read it online illegally. Now, let’s do some math here! The eBook version of my book is sold on Amazon.com for 5.31$… you know how much that is in total if all of these 7,122 readers actually bought my book instead? That’s 37,817.82$ my publisher and I will never see. So instead of losing profits between what I paid for in marketing versus what I was paid for book sales, I would have gained.

Do you still think authors make a ton of money? Still think if only a few readers download the book for free it’s not a big deal? And before you say that it’s good exposure, don’t. I have a total of 12 reviews, so out of the 7,122 readers, not many ‘exposed’ my book by actually rating or review it either. Not to mention, exposure doesn’t exactly pay my bills, my rent, food, and basic life necessities.

Think about that the next time you click on an illegal free book, please.

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2017 #2017 #EndofYear #YearEnd #Year2017 #12months

New Year

2017… what a year this has been. I rarely look back too much on past years because every year always seemed so… similar. But not this year. No. This year had many firsts and one last.

 

WORK

In March, I quit the horrible job I had been working at for 1 year and 2 months. Although I liked many of my coworkers, the job was… demoralizing, and depressing. The pay was not enough at 16$/hour (only 6 hours a day max), and with no guarantees of shifts… We could be told to work anytime between 7:30am to 11:30pm. That means waiting outside in downtown Winnipeg in the dark while waiting for a bus that will probably be late or never show up. And by the time I got home around 12:30am sometimes, I’d get up the next morning at 6:00am to get my kid ready for school. My job was to call people for surveys, and the amounts of times I was yelled at and threaten could fit in a pretty big book. But we weren’t allowed to complain – there was a “leave the negativity at the door” policy, after all (not kidding). Management was cold, and I often pictured one of those kids’ mystery books that we’d suddenly discover they were actually robots. When I had first started working there, they told me because I’m bilingual, they’d keep me on business surveys so I could work the regular business hours since I’m a single-mom. But four months after I started working there, the manager who told me that was transferred, and suddenly, I was put on a social survey, and scheduled to work a bunch of late hours. When I asked management about postponing until I could organize babysitting arrangements, he told me “find a permanent solution or this job will be very temporary for you.“. Any extra work I ever put in was ignored, and we were treated like numbers. We had to change cubicles every week (sometimes, every day) and weren’t really supposed to ever personalize them since we moved around so much. They were so horrible to work for that at one point, I had a nervous breakdown. Why? Well, the office got bedbugs, and management kept it under wraps and didn’t tell us until it was discovered four days later (with a weekend in between). Why? Because they didn’t want employees to leave and decrease their call stats. So we all went home and couldn’t take any precautions because we weren’t told. I lost complete trust in them after that. But thankfully, in March, I was able to finally say goodbye to the place and moved on to working for the provincial government.

 

ME

April marked the almost 8th month I had been in a relationship. My first one in ten years (I didn’t date as a single mom), and my first adult relationship. It was a mess, and it was toxic. Not at first, though. No. At first, it was good. A coworker from that horrible workplace I mentioned above became a friend, then eventually, a boyfriend. We moved too fast; that was one of the problems. But more than that, I often felt like I’d become a single mom to two boys, and my kid was the more independent one. There was financial support, but that was it. Everything went downhill at the end of October 2016 when his drunk roommate did something at a Halloween party. When I told my boyfriend about it, he confronted his roommate about it and told me how bad his roommate felt. Then, in December two months later, after I had come out of the hospital because I’d been on supportive care, my boyfriend told me how excited he was about going to see the Doctor Who Christmas special in the cinema – something I had mentioned a few times I had missed when living in another province. For a second, my heart had raced a bit, thinking he was going to invite me and my kid to go with him, but…no. That wasn’t the case. He was going with his roommate… the one who did that to me and was still friends with. He didn’t understand why it hurt me that he was still friends with him – roommate, I could understand to a certain degree because he was saving money living there, but…friends? Like what happened to me was nothing. In February, I broke up with him, but if you read the paragraph above, you’ll remember I got a new job in March only. Well, working with your ex isn’t easy – and even less when he looks like he’s crying in the washroom between breaks every time you see him. And it was a pretty small department. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I got back together with him out of guilt and wanting to make work just a bit more bearable. Not to mention, my kid liked him. But in April, with my new job away from him, I ended our relationship. He didn’t want to understand why him being friends with his roommate broke my trust in him. And the worst part? As he did so often, he turned it around and made it about him. I was apparently calling him ‘just as bad’ for being friends with his roommate and was a horrible person for not wanting to compromise. But you know what? For the first time in my whole life, I made a decision for ME. I didn’t stay with someone because of any reason – I didn’t give him excuses, I didn’t make excuses for him, I decided in that moment I was worth more. And it was the first time I put myself before and thought about my mental health as a priority. I decided I was important enough to deserve happiness. So I broke it off, and I’m proud of myself for that.

 

DREAMS COME TRUE

Probably the best part of the year. My dream of becoming a published author came true on June 29th. Evernight Publishing took a chance on a first-time writer and published MY SOUL TO GIVE. The reviews it received so far are all 5-stars, and it’s just such a wonderful feeling to know readers liked it. I was able to tell a story, and now, it’s available in eBook and print. It doesn’t bring much money, and I often spend more on marketing than I make back, but I don’t care; it’s never been about the money when it comes to writing. It took two years, 71 rounds of edits, 3 reviews, and 1 rewrite to get this published, and I’m proud of it. The sequel to the book is just about ready to be sent to my publisher, and I even have another story ready to go right after so, hopefully, looking forward to at least two other releases in 2018!

 

A JOB THAT PAYS

In July, after working at that new job for around three months, I got a phone call from a job I had applied for almost a year before. They offered full-time 7.5 hours/day, regular hours Monday to Friday, no evenings or weekends, and with a salary, I couldn’t even dream of obtaining. I accepted, and in September, started a new job once again. And guess what? For the first time in my whole life, I don’t come short -200$ every month. I actually have enough to even put aside and save. Imagine, for a second, that every month, you pay all your bills and loans, and despite not spending on anything else at all, you’re still short 200$ or more. It’s always been a stressor, and it just ‘was’. But now, I can pay all my bills and loans, and can even save. It’s such a strange feeling, and I don’t think I’ve actually felt relief yet because it’s still too new. I don’t know what it’s like not to be in the hole every month. But so far, I like it. The money part – not so much the job itself lol. Well, I love to hate the job, and I hate to love it.

 

A NEW PURCHASE

I bought my first ever car in November. A Chevrolet Spark that runs like a tiny little dream – it’s so cute.

 

A LAST

I mentioned there was a ‘last’ for 2017. This is the last year I’ll be in my twenties *Le Gasp*! In May of 2018, I’ll be hitting 30 years old (although my age says one thing, my body has been saying 80 since I’m 20 lol). And so, I say farewell to 2017 as I wave my twenties goodbye. It was a good decade including moving to three different provinces, completing a bachelor’s degree, seeing my kid go from kindergarten to halfway through grade 6, changing jobs four times and getting a higher salary each time, to making new great friends (both in real life and online), getting a new car, growing as a person – it’s been an exciting ride, and I look forward to what my decade in my thirties will look like! (likely, I’ll find more grey hairs *sigh* lol).

 

Peace out until 2018 – I look forward to the ride! 🙂

 

p.s. Did I mention Thor Ragnarok, came out in 2017? I mean, BEST MARVEL MOVIE EVER *dies laughing*

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My book is nominated in the 2017 Readers’ Choice Awards!

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I’m so honored that my first published book, MY SOUL TO GIVE, has been nominated for Best in Category: Paranormal! I don’t know who voted for my book, but I really appreciate it! I never thought I’d be amongst long-time authors who have published a few books, but it’s truly an honor!

In the same category, with me are Faye Avalon Author, Lexie Davis, Mary Abshire, and A.J. Márquez – I am so happy to be included alongside these authors!

If you read MY SOUL TO GIVE and would like to vote for it, I’d appreciate it! You don’t need to vote in every category (just the ones you read in or have read already), and at the end, you can put your name and email address for the chance to win a 25$ Amazon gift card 🙂

VOTE HERE

MSTG

Second Go-Round by @AuthorLynnBurke

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Second Go-Round

Elite Escorts #2

Contemporary Erotic Romance, Suspense

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Cover Art: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art

 

Blurb:

Christine Gemberling doesn’t enjoy breaking hearts, but she has yet to find a man who knows how to handle the package between his legs well enough to satisfy her needs. No man has held her interest beyond a second date—much less her love. Until one sultry night with an Elite Escort rocks her world like never before.

Professional escort Jarod Zimmerman has a strict code when working with clients—no emotional attachments. But the beer-drinking, football loving Christine and her curves push beyond his control, until the guarded playboy finds himself craving another go-round with the only woman intriguing enough to make him break his own code.

With her defenses stronger than his favorite football team, it will take more than Jarod’s talents in bed to change her stance on relationships. He’ll have to sacrifice his heart when the unexpected circumstance thrown their way threatens to rip them apart forever.

 

*Warning: Exhibition, spanking, anal sex, sex toys

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Purchase Links:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/second-go-round-by-lynn-burke/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077ZMFSD8

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B077ZMFSD8

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/765647

 

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Excerpt:

Jarod lowered onto the limo seat beside me and pressed close, his large hand grasping the top of my thigh.

“Where to?” Ricky asked as he settled behind the wheel a moment later.

I spouted off my address quite a ways up Route 1, and with a nod, he shut the window between us, encasing Jarod and I in complete privacy. Soft music came to life, and seconds later, the limo pulled out into Boston’s nighttime traffic.

“For the first go-round, I’m going to fuck you against the front door of your house, but right now,” Jarod said, lowering to his knees in front of me, “I’m going to bury my nose between these thighs and lick your cunt until you squirm.”

“I like the way you think,” I said, my voice breathless, betraying my body’s need.

His hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt into a bunch. I wiggled, assisting in his plan, and he yanked me to the seat’s edge.

“Comfy?” he asked, trailing a fingertip against the soaked silk covering me.

“Comfy enough.”

Jarod hooked his fingers under the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs, releasing my heeled feet one at a time. He tossed the panties aside, and grasping my knees, spread me wide.

“Bare.” He stared at the smooth skin between my thighs as he moved close. “I like that.” Palming my ass, he lifted me and buried his face in my pussy as promised, my moan and his groan colliding in the air between us.

My eyelids fluttered shut and head tipped back as he ate me out like a starving man. Tongue, nose, and teeth, he didn’t pussyfoot around, but tortured me with his need to taste every inch, fuck me deep with his long tongue, nibble my swollen lips … flick and suck my throbbing clit.

My fingers found purchase in his hair, and I ground myself against his face, chasing my orgasm. Bastard let off and dipped low to lick my ass and tongue me every time I neared the crest. I tried to force his head back up to my clit, but he held steady, denying me what I wanted.

“Goddamn it, Jarod!” I yanked on his hair as my clit popped from his mouth’s suction again and he roamed southward to my ass.

He snickered and caught my gaze as his tongue rimmed my puckered hole.

My hold tightened on his hair, my heart thundered in my chest. “Please. I need to come.”

Finally—finally—he pressed two fingers deep into my sopping wet core. “Is this what you need, Christine? My fingers fucking your cunt and my mouth on your clit?”

“Oh, fuck.” My head tipped back again as he latched onto my clit. “Don’t stop. Please … Christ, don’t stop!” You’d think I hadn’t climaxed in months the way my orgasm ripped through me.

Jarod’s fingers and tongue drew out every clench of my pussy, every shudder rippling down through me as I gasped for breath. He lapped up every trace of my cum and sucked his fingers clean, the noises in his throat barely reaching through the ringing in my ears.

I sagged into the leather seat, sucking wind. “Holy shit. It’s no wonder you get paid to please a woman.”

 

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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