Naughty Nov with Jessica Lee

30 November, 2010 by

What if on Christmas Eve all your darkest desires came to life? Could you handle it?

It’s Christmas Eve, and all Monica Sims wants is for her fiancé, just once, to step outside his comfort zone. She loves him, and life is fine in their perfectly planned world. But Monica is ready for more. She takes a risk and shares with him her darkest fantasies: Domination. Submission. Surrendering to the will of more than one man. But her confession is more than her straitlaced boyfriend can handle—or so she thought.

Dane knows exactly what he wants in bed: just him and Monica, his fiancée—alone. Simple, easy, vanilla sex was all he ever needed. That was until the night he found his fiancée in her office, watching—enjoying—a very naughty movie on her laptop. Determined to be the one to unleash her control, Dane decides to surprise her on Christmas Eve with a trip to a private fetish club. But they won’t be alone.

Excerpt:

Monica couldn’t have stopped the whimper that fell from her lips if she’d tried. “Fuck me.” Unbidden, her hips left the bed, arching toward her lover as if drawn to the drug they knew she had to have. “Dear God, Dane, if you love me like you say… Fuck me now.” Shit. She was babbling, but at that very moment, she really didn’t give a damn.

“Baby, I’m going to do that and more.” Dane rolled over and stood. “But I won’t be alone.”

“What?” Monica tugged against the hold the cuffs had on her wrists. “Are you serious?” Her womb clenched, and the sudden wave of excitement had her pulse roaring in her ears. Dane circled the foot of the bed and headed toward the suite’s door.

“I overheard one of my partners at the firm talking about this very exclusive private club on the outskirts of Savannah, the one I’ve brought you to tonight. And after getting an ear and eyeful of what you’ve been craving, I decided to check it out.”

Dane went for the door handle and swung the wood wide. “After a health and background screening that must surely rival the CIA’s, I was accepted as a member about eight weeks ago. That’s when I met—for anonymity’s sake—Bob and Dick here.”

“Bob and Dick?” Jesus, he is serious.

“Hey, Danny,” one of the men said.

Danny? Not too much of a change, but it was enough to keep his identity private.

The slaps of hands to backs in greeting reverberated from the open doorway a few feet away. Monica craned her neck, trying to sneak a peek. Curiosity was killing her. First one, then a second hunk of what she could only term “eye candy” brushed past her fiancé. Her head fell back on the pillow, and she knew her eyes were probably wide with shock. He was actually planning to share her… And holy shit, did Dane know how to pick ‘em.

The men raked her with their gazes, and if the bulge growing in each one’s slacks was any indication, they liked what they saw. Monica didn’t know whether to cross her legs in a feigned attempt at propriety or to spread them in marked invitation, the latter of which was precisely what her body was screaming.

“And what shall we call you, sweetness?” The one on the right—tall, lean, and blond—eased down onto the side of the bed. He lifted his hand and, using the backs of his fingers, ran a light caress from top to bottom of the exposed side of her arm. “I’m Bob.”

“Layla.” It was the first name that popped into her head.

“Okay, Layla. Your fiancé issued the invitation, but we need to hear from you as well.” Bob glanced at Dick, then back to her. “Do you want us here and everything that entails? Meaning, we plan to make you the center of our world tonight. To fuck you and take you to a place you never knew existed. Make you come”—he lowered his head, his lips a breath away from hers—”and come again.”

Coming soon from Breathless Press.

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Naughty Nov with Cat Johnson

29 November, 2010 by

What happens in Vegas…sometimes follows you home.

Studs in Spurs, Book 3

Pro bull rider Chase Reese knew things move faster than an eight-second ride in Las Vegas. He just never expected to be driving home with a national championship under his belt and a wedding band on his left hand with no clue how it got there.

Yet he can’t complain about the stripper bride beside him. From the moment his buddies bought him a lap dance from her, her trembles told him there was more to her than stiletto heels.

Leesa Santiago has met the perfect guy. Her timing couldn’t be worse though. If it was just their explosive sex, she could walk away. But from the moment her lap dance brought her this close to his baby blues, she was hooked. She can’t lie that she couldn’t be happier to bear his name—or guiltier that she’s using it and his Oklahoma farm to hide out from mob hit men.

That’s before Chase’s family gets involved. And his determination to do the right thing pushes her to do the one thing that will keep him safe. Break his heart.

Do cowboy boots mix with stripper heels? And can a love that started out on the wrong foot end up on the right one? That’s the risk you take waking up in Vegas.

Warning: Contains one happy-ending lap dance that will make you squirm, some pretty hot sex between two strangers who also happen to be married to each other, and a huge surprise conclusion.

An excerpt from

Ride

Copyright © 2010 Cat Johnson

All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. Publication

They had done this birthday show dozens of times in Leesa’s months at the strip club. Usually one man was just like another. She never paid very close attention to them as individuals, but as Holly led their subject onto the stage by the hand, Leesa found herself really studying this one.

Obviously embarrassed, he shook his head and pulled against Holly’s grasp. He made a half-hearted attempt to sit back down with the other guys rather than be dragged into the spotlight. Even as he laughed off the ribbing from the other guys, there was a look on his face that said he’d rather be an observer than the center of attention, especially when Holly pushed him into the chair on stage. His Adam’s apple bobbed wildly in his throat as Holly cuffed his wrists behind the back of the chair.

Holly started the show, circling him like an animal sizing up its prey while the crowd cheered. Even under the bright spotlights that washed out all but the most intense colors, Leesa could see his face grow red.

His surprise was nearly palpable when Holly whipped off her corset and her breasts bounced just inches in front of his face. Then Holly turned away from him to face the admiring crowd and started to strut toward the far end of the stage, leaving the cowboy alone in the chair watching her leave. He looked almost relieved she had walked away and taken the attention off him. Poor guy. Little did he know that was Leesa’s cue to join the routine.

After climbing the stairs onto the stage, Leesa circled the chair. Holly returned and they stalked him together, while the expression on the poor guy’s face became almost comical, a cross between embarrassment and anticipation, as though he wasn’t sure if what was to come would be good or bad.

Somehow his shyness emboldened Leesa. Standing facing him, she bent from the waist, giving the crowd a nice shot of her ass. The whistles and calls from the audience clearly showed their appreciation.

Bracing a hand on each one of his knees, she yanked his thighs apart and spread his legs wide. His eyes flew open at the action. She laughed and a feeling of power surged through her.

Up close he looked a few years younger than her own age. He was probably right off the farm, here in Sin City for one wild night. She could give him that. A night he’d never forget. She liked that idea.

Donning a smile, she leaned in closer to his ear so he would hear her over the noise. “Relax, cowboy. Enjoy it.”

He jumped when she spoke. She pulled back enough to see his deer-in-headlights stare as it focused on her face. He swallowed hard again and then nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled at his down-home politeness even in this situation as she straightened up. He was as sweet as he’d first appeared. Leesa liked that he looked so innocent and squeaky clean. For some reason it made her want to dirty him up a little. Now that she’d wrapped her head around giving him something to remember tonight by in the back room, she was really starting to get into it.

Stepping into the space she’d created between his knees, she turned her back toward him and whipped off her skirt. She jiggled her butt cheeks in front of his face to the accompanying whoops of the other cowboys. Leesa couldn’t resist glancing over her shoulder. Mouth slightly agape, he stared mesmerized directly at her ass. Her gaze dropped and yeah, other parts of him had taken notice of her too. That was clearly outlined in his jeans, and she had to admit, it appeared pretty impressive from where she stood.

As Leesa strained to watch over her shoulder, Holly stepped up behind him and ran both of her hands down the front of his shirt, then started to unbutton it. Holly tugged it from where it had been tucked neatly inside his belted jeans and pushed the shirt open to expose a nearly hairless chest. He was lean but definitely fit judging by the sharply cut outline of his chest and stomach muscles.

Meanwhile, the cowboy squirmed in his chair beneath the scrutiny.

Turning to face him fully again, Leesa planted her costume’s high-heeled fringed suede boot on the edge of the chair between his thighs. His gaze dropped to the long expanse of her exposed leg in front of him. Visually, he followed the line of her thigh up to the glittering G-string that covered what the law said had to be covered, but not much else.

While Holly took another turn around the stage and collected some more dollar bills, Leesa took the show to the next level. Straddling the blushing cowboy, she ground against him. The only thing separating them was her G-string, the denim of his jeans and whatever underwear he was wearing. She couldn’t stop wondering exactly what kind that was. She supposed she’d find out soon enough.

Gyrating her hips, she felt the bulge in his jeans personally. Leesa watched his quick intake of breath at the contact. She couldn’t help her own gasp when the friction of rubbing against him caused nerve endings long ignored to wake up. Now that her sex drive had been pulled out of hibernation, it screamed for attention.

She met his gaze and felt her own cheeks grow warm. Their faces were so close, he must have noticed her getting flushed.

In spite of the public venue and the fact it was supposed to be all for show, it somehow became an intimate moment. Leesa shook that thought from her head. She hadn’t been with a man since she finally broke it off with her rotten ex. She hadn’t even looked at a man with romantic or sexual interest since then because she’d been so turned off after him. She was turned on now though.

The loud whoops from his group of friends in particular served as a very real reminder she was here to entertain the crowd, so entertain she did. Leesa whipped the two sides of her vest apart just inches from the cowboy’s face.

Beneath the rim of his hat, his baby blue eyes followed the action before coming back up to meet hers.

For a moment time seemed to stand still. It was like they were no longer under the hot spotlights in a crowded, noisy room. A crazy image crashed into her mind of staring into those eyes as he braced above her in her bed. Need coiled within her, poised and begging for release.

Her body was simply reacting with raw animal instinct. He was a desirable male specimen, and she was a woman who hadn’t been with one of those in a while. That explained the spreading warmth she felt between her legs. She pressed one last time against the bulge beneath the rough denim before she rose and turned toward the audience.

She may be playing to the crowd for tips at the moment, but Leesa remembered her promise to Holly.

Soon she’d be getting up close and personal with this man. Very soon. She tried not to let the unwanted lusty thoughts about this stranger scare the hell out of her. Last time she’d felt this way about a man and let other parts besides her brain do the thinking she’d made the worst decision of her life. She’d ended up dropping out of college in her senior year. That led to her being here now, mostly nude on stage in front of a bar full of men and about to take one of them back to a private room to earn some cash by pleasuring him.

The thought lodged a lump of fear in her heart even as her stomach fluttered at the idea of being alone with him—intimate with him—a man who blushed and called her ma’am and at the same time had her absolutely saturated with desire after one glance into his baby blues. Not to mention the temptation of what was contained within those jeans.

Leesa put some space between herself and the cowboy by doing a lap around the stage. As large, sweaty hands shoved bills into the feather-covered garter around her thigh, she couldn’t resist one more glance back at the birthday boy on stage. Leesa also couldn’t stop her heart from picking up speed when she realized that even though Holly was dancing directly in front of him, his gaze had followed her.

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Naughty Nov. w/ Julia Rachel Barrett

28 November, 2010 by

Sometimes the safest path is to keep people at a distance…especially men.

Cara’s life has been one nightmare after another. Abused as a child and neglected by her parents, she’s quick to blame herself for every cruel thing that happens to her. And then there’s James, the only man capable of making her forget her misgivings and learn to love again.

James, a young doctor in training, is aware of Cara’s history. He’s determined to break through her barriers and build a life with her…and fails. Cara runs away in an attempt to reinvent herself and James fears he’s lost her for good. When she falls into the hands of a drug dealer and mob boss, life as they know it is about to get a whole lot worse.

Can their love withstand the demons of her past and present?

Excerpt:

Cara didn’t know whether to dance, laugh, sing or simply yell at the top of her lungs, “James Mackie just fucked my brains out!” She did none of those things. Instead, she turned towards him. He slept on his back, his breathing quiet, even, peaceful. Unable to resist, Cara put her lips on him. She started at his forehead, kissing her way down his face, over his closed eyes, kissing the tip of his nose, paying special attention to his soft and sensual lips, trailing light butterfly kisses along the firm line of his jaw, rubbing her lips over his delightful, rough, day-old beard.

Cara could tell he was awake now because the corners of his mouth turned up. He managed to keep his eyes closed as she continued her ministrations, nibbling lightly on the tendons of his neck and the muscles of his shoulder. She knew he had come fully awake when the sheet began to tent above his groin, as she nibbled and licked her way down to his small, hard bud of a nipple and pressed her warm mouth against it, tugging on it with her teeth and rolling it with her tongue, while her fingers explored other regions. James had a body to die for. And he knew exactly how to use it.

When they’d walked back to her apartment, Cara had no idea she would respond to him the way she had. She’d surprised herself.  Somehow, without even realizing it, over the past two years it seemed as if she’d healed. She’d just needed the right person to bring it to her attention, a person like James, only James.

Head spinning, she found herself flipped on her back, his grinning face looming over her. Cara laughed.

“Are you too sore?” he asked, concern evident in his low voice, “because I want to fuck you right now. But we can wait awhile. There are other ways.” He slid his erection along the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs.

Cara opened her legs wider and wrapped her calves around his, inviting him in. “I’m sore,” she replied with a smile. “In a good way.”

***

James pressed against her. He could feel her welcoming wetness. “Then you don’t mind?”

“Um-um.” She slipped soft hands over the curve of his back, cupping his buttocks.

He entered her with care, as if a single thrust might break her. He heard her sharp intake of breath and he stopped for a moment, searching her face, afraid he had hurt her.

“No,” she said, her voice husky now, “it’s not pain. It’s not that. It’s the feeling I get when you first,” she paused, “with that first thrust. I can’t explain it. It just feels so powerful, so natural, so… It makes me want to come the instant you get inside,” she finished in a rush.

James took her face in his hands and kissed her lips. “Good,” he said, “that’s the way it should be when two people love each other.” He moved within her again.

Cara tossed her head back, gasping. “Do we, James? Do we love each other?”

“Yes, Cara,” he said, “yes, I believe we do.” He thrust again, deeper this time. Her hips arched toward him in response.

“Oh God!”

James was careful, he was gentle, and above all, he was thorough with his lovemaking. He noticed the tears on Cara’s cheeks when at last he reached his own climax. He held himself as still as he could for fear of hurting her. Shudders racked his body and a deep groan escaped his lips. He leaned over her for a few moments, panting, unwilling to rest his entire weight on her. Cara’s slender arms reached out for him and she pulled him down onto her chest with surprising strength.

“I love the weight of you,” she whispered. “Don’t hold back. Don’t ever hold back. You won’t hurt me.”

James lifted himself up on his elbows and smoothed the hair away from her face. His thumbs followed the tracks of her tears.

“Why are you crying, honey?”

“Because of you, because of what you’ve done for me.”

“What have I done?”

“Made love to me, you’ve made love to me. And I’ve realized…” she stopped.

“Yes?”

“I’ve realized that it’s safe to make love you.”

James understood what she meant. “It’s more than safe,” he told her. “It’s the right thing to do. It’s perfect. We’re a perfect fit.”

James slid out of her and rolled onto his back, taking her with him, enfolding her in his arms. Cara sobbed while he held her, soothed her. He understood the tears she shed as no one else in the entire world ever would. It was time she let them go.

Coming Soon to Evernight Publishing

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Naughty Nov. With Dee Carney

26 November, 2010 by

When sexy consultant Emory Dawson puts plump executive chef Keira Bronley’s job on the chopping block, she’s not going to take it lying down. Err…

Obviously, he’s never tasted the delights she offered. Or her food either. Now, alone in a kitchen with decadent novelties at their disposal, she’ll get him to try both. But can she get Emory to understand that their erotic encounter is not about saving her job, but instead about putting out the fires of desire he’s sparked?

With A Cherry On Top is my quickie interracial erotica, about a plump executive chef fighting to keep her job from being axed by an insanely handsome, but rather stiff (no pun intended) consultant-type. Fortunately, when Keira meets Emory, sparks fly.

Excerpt:

His hands shook as he put them on her skin, slowly massaging in the oil, cooling down his insane want. What was it about this woman that turned his normal confidence into hesitant uncertainty? Then again, smoothing over the cups of her ass left his heart pounding as he glided over her delicate skin. So soft. Supple.

All his for now.

He picked up the bottle again, squirting more of the viscous liquid into his palm. This time when he dribbled it onto her back, he let the excess run between her cheeks. Waiting for any protest on her part, he rested his thumbs just above the sexy dip of her lower back. He began to stroke slowly, feeling the tension ease out of her body. The up down motion would be hypnotic, the eventual dips of his thumbs near the dark entrance to her body, intense.

“What are you doing, Emory?” she asked softly.

Heart kicking against his ribs, he stilled. “Any time you want me to stop…”

“No. Just go…slow.”

Need and thrill warring within him, he resumed stroking. Touching the lush curves of her body, memorizing the way she felt. Her hushed whimpers grew as he probed, first one searching digit and then two, opening her to him. Readying her.

Tight. Hot. Slick. It would be his absolute pleasure to seat himself in her depths. First, he had other plans.

Emory reached behind him and located the cool ceramic instrument on the opposite table. Thank God for a near photographic memory. It had its uses, especially in a time like this. When he lubricated the end with more vegetable oil, and then pressed it against her entrance, Keira cried out, a soft sound of surprise.

“Shh, baby. Relax for me. Let me in.”

WITH A CHERRY ON TOP is available now from Cobblestone Press. http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/cherry.htm

Dee Carney writes erotic romance and erotica, always involving bad boys and kick-ass women. Read about more of her stories by visiting her web site, www.deecarney.com

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Naughty Nov. With Fallon Blake

19 November, 2010 by

Plus-sized fetish model and aspiring chef Indigo Hartley has plenty of tattoos and a fiery attitude to match. When she’s offered a job as a sushi model for one of Miami’s trendiest restaurants, she jumps at the chance. Little does this country-mouse-turned-city-vixen know that what starts out as a modeling job will end up the answer to all of her kinkiest fantasies. Three days serving as a sub to this hot chef is too tempting an offer to refuse.

Banner Faust has worked his ass off and sacrificed his love life to become a rock star in the culinary world. On what should be the biggest night of his career, he realizes something is missing from his life—the submissive woman he’s always craved. The curvy new model with the blue-streaked hair and innate submissive nature just might be the one he’s been waiting for. And when he gets her home—and in his bed—he soon realizes three days will never be enough.

Excerpt:

“Sit on the bed, keep your feet on the floor and spread your legs.”

A hint of apprehension flickered across her face, but she did as he asked.

“Now lie back,” he told her.

She laid down obediently, but kept her gaze on him.

He stood directly in front of her and studied her, taking his sweet time, appreciating every curve and valley of her body. Minutes went by and she began to fidget, but he didn’t touch her or say anything.

He waited.

The sexual tension intensified. Indie’s body almost hummed with it. Her feet shifted nervously. Her breathing became faster, shallower. Uncertainty showed in the way her brows were knit together. He’d pay a pretty penny to know her thoughts at that moment, but he didn’t want to break the spell.

“What—”

“Shh. Close your eyes. Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

He could have restrained her, and planned to before long, but there was something about controlling a submissive using nothing but his voice. She would have to consciously think about not moving. Her obedience would be at the forefront of her mind. It would keep her mentally present, not floating off somewhere in subspace. It was his way of cultivating the connection between them. His dominance. Her submission. Some Doms used protocol and punishment to instill the bond. Banner preferred to use a submissive’s emotions and senses.

She blinked a few times as she searched his face then slowly closed her eyes.

“Listen to the sounds around you,” he paused for a moment. “What do you hear?”

She cocked her head a fraction to one side. “I hear the fan above me. It creaks a little… Your breathing. It’s calm, deep… My heartbeat.”

“And what does it sound like?”

“Like a jackhammer,” she blurted with a small laugh.

“Good girl. Now I want you to tell me what you feel. Keep your eyes closed.”

“Okay.”

He put his knee between her legs right up against her pussy, placed a hand on either side of her shoulders then leaned down inches from her face. “What do you feel?” he whispered.

“Your breath… The weight of you on the bed and between my legs.”

“What do you feel?”

“Anticipation.” Her answer came out in a rush.

“Good. What else?” He leaned down and brushed his unshaven chin over one of her nipples.

“Need,” she gasped.

“What do you need, Indie?”

“I need you to touch me.”

And he wanted to touch her. With his tongue he caught the tip of her nipple and flicked it back and forth. She moaned behind pursed lips as she shifted slightly on the bed.

“Is it difficult for you to lie still?” He knew the answer, but wanted to hear her say it.

“I’m having a hard time keeping my hands to myself. God, I want to touch you,” she breathed.

He couldn’t wait to feel her hands on him, but if he allowed that, he could kiss his control goodbye. He wanted to take it slow with her. The buildup, the fist-clenching anticipation, it wasn’t just for her. Banner loved it, craved it.

“Thank you for being honest, but this isn’t about what you want. It’s about what I want.” He could see the disappointment in her face as he pushed off the bed and stood. “I’m going to move you, but I want you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them.”

“Yes Sir.”

He grabbed her hands and pulled her up so that she sat on the edge of the bed. “You don’t have to call me Sir, Indie.”

“It just feels…right. Does it bother you?”

“Actually, I love it.”

A huge smile lit up her face.

“Like I said, I’m not much for protocol. But since it feels right to you, by all means, call me Sir.” He sat behind her, scooting her toward him. Her soft curves fit perfectly between his legs and against his body. He had to bite back a groan when she wiggled her ass against his hard cock as she settled into him.

“Uh-uh. No moving unless I tell you to.” Or that chain he used to hold back his desire to fuck her would snap like a twig.

He had positioned them in front of the mirror so he could watch the way she responded to his touch, his voice. The image they created together was highly erotic. Her skin was flushed from desire and there was a vulnerable trust behind her unguarded facial expressions.

“Sorry, Sir,” she murmured.

“If you hadn’t done that on purpose, I’d believe that little apology. But we both know that you grinding your luscious ass against my dick wasn’t an accident, was it?”

The mirror reflected a sly little smile on her lips. “No, it wasn’t.”

He placed each of her hands on the bed along the outside of his thighs. “Keep them there. Are you going to be a good girl and hold still?”

“Yes Sir.”

She flinched when he reached around and palmed her full breasts. The soft weight of them felt incredible in his hands. As he squeezed gently, he rubbed the hardened nubs of her nipples with his thumbs and she blew out a small breath. He tugged them outward, stretching the sensitive tips, causing her to moan.

“I love the way you respond to my touch.”

Slowly he moved one hand up and rested it on her throat. Indie tensed. He would never choke her, but the implication that he could if he wanted to, was more than enough to heighten her awareness. Her pulse raced beneath his fingertips. Tilting her head back, he licked the shell of her ear then ran his tongue down the side of her slender neck. When he reached the curve of her shoulder he bit down and she shuddered.

“Are you wet yet, Indie?”

“I’m fucking soaked.” The words burst from her.

Playfully, he bit down on her shoulder again.

“Ow!” She laughed. “Well, I am.”

“Maybe I should check for myself.” Keeping one hand on her throat, he slid the other down the curve of her belly to the warm folds of her pussy. Careful not to touch her clit, he slipped a finger inside her. “Yup, fucking soaked.” He withdrew, smearing her wetness along the smooth outer skin of her mound. “And I love that you’re hairless here. Nothing to block my view or get in the way, just a pretty pink cunt.”

He caressed her inner thighs, barely brushing the outside of her labia as he moved from right to left. He watched her in the mirror. Her eyebrows were drawn together, giving her an almost pained appearance. When he slipped a finger back through her slick folds, still avoiding her clit, her expression softened. He withdrew and her face hardened again. Back and forth, he gave her the promise of pleasure, but didn’t deliver. For long minutes, he drew out her torment, touching, but not touching.

“Banner,” she pleaded, her breath coming in quick pants.

“Is there something you want to ask me?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he said as he swirled his finger close to her clit, then moved away.

“Oh God. Touch my clit.” She whimpered. “Make me come. Please.”

He feathered a finger over the small, fleshy nub. A tremor ran through her body. She was exquisite, hovering on the edge of orgasm. He’d barely touched her clit, but he knew that it wouldn’t take much more to make her come.

“Open your eyes, Indie,” he commanded as he gently stroked upward on her clit.

Her violet eyes flew open as she moaned. He captured her gaze in the mirror.

“Do you see what I see?” he asked, nuzzling her neck as he stroked her again. He could feel her body tensing beneath his touch. “You’re perfect, just like this…natural, wild, about to come. Don’t close your eyes. I want you to see how beautiful you are.” He held her gaze and strummed her clit in an unhurried and steady rhythm.

She nodded, her eyes hooded with desire.

He kept his pace slow but increased the pressure of his touch. She began to mewl with each stroke, her body rigid from the orgasm building in her.

He waited for exactly the right moment, reading her body’s signals.

She inhaled sharply then released the breath with a groan as she started to come. He pinched her clit hard between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes widened and she screamed, bucking as he held it for a few seconds. He released the little bundle of nerves then lazily stroked it through the rest of her climax, prolonging it as she shuddered.

Her eyes were bright and her chest heaved as she looked at their reflection. “Holy shit.”

“You have such a way with words,” he teased.

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