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The Naughty List: 25 Days of Sawyer’s Steamiest Scenes (Day #7)

Coop

“What if,” Eden says slowly as her gaze raises back up to mine. Her eyes are speculative . . . maybe with some mischief brewing in there, “you were a rebound?”

“You came here to have rebound sex with me?” I ask amused with my eyebrow cocked high in disbelief.

Eden shakes her head and smiles at me impishly. “No, that wasn’t on my agenda. But Ashley did bring it up, and seeing as how you’re single now, and I’m single now . . .”

Her words trail off as I watch bright tinges of red color her cheeks. She drops her eyes, embarrassed, and mumbles, “Forget about it.”

I snake my hand around Eden’s waist and jerk her to me, my hand squeezing hers tighter to my chest. Her body presses into mine and she lets out a gasp of surprise. I look down at her, my eyes trying to discern what she really wants.

Really needs.

“Eden,” I say softly, my entire body tightening from the warmth of her against me. “I know you didn’t come here for that, but you brought it up. So tell me, exactly what you want and why?”

She says nothing for a moment, but I can practically see her trying to work it out in her brain. I suspect her bringing up rebound sex was nothing more than a frivolous statement, brought about by us sharing some humor.

I’m surprised when Eden pushes back from me so suddenly I’m forced to release my hold on her. She walks backward three steps until she comes up against the wall that borders the formal living room off the foyer. She never takes her eyes off me as she places her palms against the wall and leans back against it.

“You and I have had sex before, and it was good, right?” she asks guardedly.

At eighteen and losing my virginity to the only girl I’ve ever loved . . . yeah, it was pretty fucking great. “It was better than good.”

“But we were young,” she continues. “And only months together like that before I left.”

“Okay,” I say slowly, not sure where she’s going.

“Well, it’s been a long time. You’ve learned stuff and I’ve learned stuff. We’ve . . . um . . . broadened our horizons.”

A sudden and not overly unwelcome image of Eden tied up on my bed, blindfolded and gagged while I fuck her from behind, assaults me and I have to blink my eyes to chase it off.

“What’s your point, Eden?” I ask her, because I don’t buy this whole “we’ve both matured and learned stuff, let’s get it on” thing she’s laying on me.

She swallows hard, her cheeks pink up again, and she sort of mumbles, “I’m not sure I really learned all that much.”

“Pardon?”

Her face falls forward, her gaze goes to her feet, and she doesn’t answer.

“Eden . . . tell me,” I coax her.

When she looks back up, she says, “Well . . . Brad was cheating on me. That in and of itself implies I wasn’t giving him what he needed in bed. And then he’s been going around saying exactly that, and that’s why he was driven into the arms of another woman.”

My brow furrows in complete disbelief and anger surges through me. “He fucking said that?”

She nods and continues. “And, well, I’ve been stewing about that obviously. Obsessing about it really. I’m thirty-two years old and I have no clue if I’m any good at sex. And then . . . well, Ashley mentioned rebound sex, and there’s nothing wrong with rebound sex, right? I mean if you have two consenting adults, and we know the boundaries, and we both like sex—and just so you know, Coop, I do like sex a lot—then there’s nothing inherently wrong with it. More than that, though, you and I have history. Intimate history where we once cared for each other very deeply, and I’ll admit it . . . I still do care for you. That’s really never gone away. So maybe you and I should . . . well, have sex so I can know if I’m bad or just stupid at picking a fiancé. At least that’s my way of thinking, and well, if you think this is just too weird given our history—”

In one long stride I’m on her.

Over her.

Pressing her tight into the wall with my hands holding her face. My mouth slams down on hers and I’m rewarded with a long moan from Eden.

My head spins as I’m thrown completely off balance by the fact that this is all so familiar, and yet it’s very different at the same time. Eden and I grew up together and she was the woman I told everything to. This woman right now is sophisticated and worldly, not someone I would ever see myself in the same league with.

Yet her mouth is the same.

That exquisite fucking tongue better than I remember.

Those lips that excel not only at kissing but at sucking cock.

God, Eden was so good at getting me off with that mouth.

And just thinking of that causes lust to spear through me so powerfully my dick swells faster than it ever has in my life. Without thinking, I haul Eden up, moving my hands from her face to her ass. Her legs part, wrap around me, and squeeze as I grind my dick right into the soft center of her. Our mouths never stop their devouring path, and our breathing becomes harsh and uncontrolled. Christ I want to pull her shorts down and slam my way home, fuck her right here up against the wall.

But this is Eden, and she’s unlike any other. She’s everything I remembered but exponentially sexier. Merely kissing her brings up a lot of emotions because our history changes things a bit.

With regret, I pull my mouth away from hers but still keep her pinned to the wall. “Eden . . .”

“Please don’t stop,” she breathes into my mouth as she places hers against mine again.

I indulge in one more deep kiss, and pull away again. “Eden . . . let’s talk a moment.”

She focuses on me, the passion clearing slightly from her eyes. “I swear my intent isn’t to use you—”

I put a hand over her mouth to shut her up. “I know it’s not. It’s just I want to make sure we know what this is going in. It’s been a long time since we’ve known each other, and, well . . . rebound sex isn’t love and romance sex. It’s just . . . sex.”

Eden tilts her head and her eyebrows draw inward. “I feel like you’re preparing me for something here.”

I smile at her softly, dropping my forehead to hers for a moment. When I pull it up, I make sure she sees the truth in my eyes. “Only that it’s just sex. I’m sure really fucking fantastic sex. But let’s not forget. Your life isn’t here in Newberry, and I’m never leaving. And well, frankly . . . I’m just not a relationship type of guy.”

“You used to be,” she says on a whisper. “Did I change that?”

“I don’t know,” I tell her truthfully. “But there’s been no one like you in my life since then. And I really don’t want it either.”

“Well the last thing I’m looking for is a relationship,” she says seriously. “I think I’m going to stay away from those for a while.”

“So it’s rebound sex then?” I ask to confirm the deal we’re making.

She nods and sucks that full lower lip between her teeth.

This is definitely not how I thought the day was going to go, but fuck if I’m not grateful for the sudden turnabout in our plans.

Eden

“This is definitely different,” I gasp as Coop drives up into me. We most certainly didn’t do this when we were eighteen.

We’re in the middle of his bed and I’m on my knees. He’s on his knees too right behind me, with his stomach plastered to my back. He’s got his arms wrapped around me, one hand tweaking my nipple and the other rubbing against my clit. I’m completely ruined and can do nothing but let him fuck me as my head lays back on his shoulder.

This isn’t how we started, but even that wasn’t ordinary.

Coop dragged me up the stairs and into the master suite after we set our boundaries. He left me for only a moment, going into the master bath to pull out a box of condoms from under the sink.

I eyed them with a smirk. “You know they’re more convenient if you keep them in your nightstand.”

He grinned at me, pulled one out, and put the rest exactly where I suggested. “That’s true, but I’ve never had a woman up in this bedroom so I didn’t need them in the nightstand.”

“Not even Ashley?” I asked curiously.

“Not anyone,” is all I got before he was back on me again.

He picked me up, threw me onto the soft bed, and came down on top of me. “So you just what . . . go to their houses to have sex?”

I couldn’t tell if it was true irritation or not that flashed through his eyes, but just moments before his mouth was on mine, he said, “No more talking, Eden, unless it’s to tell me deeper or harder.”

And oh wow . . . just those words and I was instantly soaked for him.

Our clothes came off fast and there wasn’t a lot of foreplay. There was definitely rubbing and stroking, and I confirmed he was hard and he confirmed I was wet. The kissing was insane, furious, and almost volatile. The condom was needed very quickly.

The surprise came when Coop flipped me onto my stomach, pulled me to my hands and knees, and drove into me from behind. He simply shattered me with the animalistic need he seemed to have to get inside of me, and I wasn’t complaining one little bit. Both of us were turned on beyond measure and it had been a long damn time since we’d been together.

Although there was nothing debasing to me that our first time would be doggy style—that happens to be my absolute favorite position—I was surprised when Coop pulled me up until I was just on my knees. He couldn’t drive into me as deeply, but the connection was more intimate.

His mouth roves over my shoulder, up along my neck. The fingers tweaking my nipple alternate between biting pinches to his gently squeezing my breast. And that hand between my legs?

He’s igniting pure golden fire within me as he pushes and rubs while fucking me.

This is definitely different. Coop is more commanding, knows exactly what he wants, and he takes it. His body is bigger, more muscled, and I feel completely possessed by him. There are no sweet words of love he used to whisper to me while he would rock me, staring into my eyes.

This is balls slapping against my skin and wetness running down my thighs, and I’m so turned on. This is Coop groaning when he drives in hard, then grunting when I ask him to go harder.

And oh, his dirty words.

That is definitely different.

Coop has definitely learned some stuff.

I’ve had dirty-talking men before. Brad was one of them, but he wasn’t all that great at it. It was all focused on him, like, “Tell me, Eden, how much you love the way I fuck you.”

But Coop’s words have the power to ignite climax, as evidenced by the one I had just a few minutes ago when he brought his mouth to my ear, bit my lobe, and growled, “You have the tightest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever fucked, Eden, and I can’t wait to feel it trembling all around me when you come.”

And oh man, did I come.

Right then.

Coop hissed, “Yes,” as I cried out, bucked, and then indeed shook all over while he continued to thrust in and out of me.

I feel another one building as well, and I’ve never had a second orgasm come on as fast before. Coop’s fingers strum between my legs, sometimes pushing hard on my clit so I can feel his dick slide against it from inside, causing my pleasure center to draw inward and tighten. This second one is going to blow even harder, I can just tell.

“Goddamn you feel good, Eden,” Coop grunts as he pushes me forward. My hands go out and land on the mattress, and Coop takes me by the hips. He slams in deep, hits that sweet spot inside of me, and I splinter apart. My back arches and I toss my head back, my long hair probably slapping Coop in the face. I don’t care because I’m completely overwhelmed as my body shudders its release while Coop pounds into me.

“So. Fucking. Good.” Coop punctuates with a thrust timed to each word.

He drives in one last time, goes absolutely still, and then lets out a long groan of pure male satisfaction as he comes.

My body trembles as he starts moving again. Lazy, gentle small strokes inside of me, causing little bursts of pleasure. His body comes down on my back heavy, pressing me into the mattress. His cock still works inside of me as he grinds in circles against my ass, and with one last hard push against me, he finally collapses, rolling us to our sides.

Coop’s arms slide around me, pulling me back into him. His chin comes to my shoulder and he asks, “So . . . how was rebound sex?”

“Man, was it good,” I tell him as I bring my arms to rest over his. I laugh and ask, “We didn’t discuss this, but it wasn’t going to be just this one time, was it?”

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The Naughty List: 25 Days of Sawyer’s Steamiest Scenes (Day #6)

I stand from the bed and start working at my pants. I could just make them disappear with a conjuring spell, but I’m enjoying the way Nyssa’s words trail off as her eyes zero in on my hands.

Stripping has never been a part of foreplay among the fae. We have high sex drives and don’t need much to get ready. It’s a pleasurable release and nothing more, because our hearts rarely have the ability to care for someone.

Not sure if you’d call me lucky, but I had the experience of caring for a human before. Zora begged me to take her virginity, and I did. We were intimate for several years before her sister Finley came to claim and bring her back to the First Dimension.

Yeah, I cared for her and felt the loss when she left, but I don’t recall ever stripping for her. At least not in a way I enjoyed simply because her eyes were pinned on me the way Nyssa’s are right now. Not a shy bone in her body as I slide out of my pants and reveal myself to her.

She stares at my cock, which reacts to her perusal.

“Get naked,” I say, and her eyes jerk up to me.

My turn to watch.

She makes a fast grab for the T-shirt—an article of First Dimension clothing I had Calix acquire for her—and starts to yank it up.

“Slow,” I rumble as I walk toward her. I hold out a hand, and she hesitantly takes it. “Shoes off first.”

Nyssa holds on to me for leverage, toeing the tennis shoes from her feet. I drop her hand and take a slow walk around her. “The rest of it… slowly.”

She lets out a gust of breath and when I’m behind her, she pulls the T-shirt over her head. When it’s free, her chocolate locks—much better than the platinum she arrived in—fall down her slender back.

Her body is as it was when she died, too thin and clearly malnourished. I’ll need to see that she eats more.

I move around to her side, and her neck twists as she watches me. My eyes drop to her breasts as she’s not wearing a bra. I don’t know if it was an oversight on Calix’s part or if she chose not to wear one, but I’m pleased with what I’m looking at right now. Her breasts are small by ordinary standards, but given her small frame, they look fucking perfect on her.

“The rest of it,” I say quietly, moving to her front.

Her fingers go to the button on her jeans, which are baggy on her, and the zipper slides down. She shimmies them off, not bothering to take her panties along. Stepping out of the denim, Nyssa stands straight to stare at me, mostly naked but with the sexiest bit of lace scrap between her legs. If I paid Calix for his work, I’d give him a raise for choosing those panties.

She hooks her thumbs in the strings at her hips, but I shake my head. “I’ll do it.”

I step into Nyssa, my head bent and eyes locked on hers. My fingers graze the edge of her panties before they dip in. She trembles as I pull them down her thighs. I’m on my knees before her as I pull free the lacy strip, my wings spreading outward so they don’t bend on the floor.

Nyssa gasps, and I look up at her. She’s staring at my wings, first the left and then the right, branching out and away from my body. Her hands go to my shoulders, then up to the arches to stroke outward.

My wings are such an inherent part of me, and because I’m so attracted to Nyssa, just her innocent touch makes me hard. Every stroke I feel in my cock.

Bringing my hands to her ass, I pull her into me and bury my face between her legs. Nyssa shrieks as I give a long swipe of my tongue up her center, her hands going from my wings to the back of my head to hold me to her.

But I’m not going anywhere. Despite her dark soul, she tastes like fucking sunshine. Gripping her ass hard, I worship her with my mouth, listening intently to every little moan, relishing the bite of her nails in my scalp.

Giving thanks up to the God who kicked me out of Heaven when she breaks apart with a sob of my name and a buck of her hips against me.

Fucking perfect.

I stand, tucking my wings back in. I lift Nyssa in my arms and bring her down on the bed with me right over her. Her eyes are bleary, her chest heaving. She places her hands against my pecs but doesn’t push me away. Merely strokes a thumb over my nipple, and I groan.

I bend down and kiss Nyssa, sliding my tongue along hers, and the act seems deeply intimate. I’ve kissed exactly two human women in my lifetime—Zora, and Thalia’s mother—and neither one was like this.

It was always a means to an end—sex and release—but with Nyssa, I feel like I could lie here for hours with my mouth on hers.

That is until her hand slides down my stomach and she grips my cock. I groan as she squeezes and then strokes, and the dangerous demon inside threatens to bust loose.

Wrenching my lips from hers, I stare down at her. I know my eyes are glowing, but she stares right back at me without a lick of fear.

I wrap my hand around hers and force her to squeeze me harder as I guide myself to her wet heat. Nyssa’s legs wrap around my waist, just under the edges of my wings.

I kiss her once more, swallowing every noise she makes as I swivel my hips and work myself into her tightness. She writhes and undulates under me, uttering mewling noises of need.

When I’m fully seated, the pressure is so intense that my wings involuntarily spring outward, flaring wide and moving lazily up and down. Nyssa gasps, eyes wide as she watches them.

With her legs already locked behind me, I put an arm under her and lift my wings as high as I can, the muscles in my back stretching. I draw them down hard, causing a current of air to lift us both off the mattress just a few inches. I pull out of her slightly before we fall back down, and the force of it causes me to drive deep into her.

She cries out, and I worry I’ve hurt her until she says, “Do that again.”

Grinning, I run my nose over her jaw. “Some other time. I want to go slow now.”

My wings settle, and my hips move. Nyssa seems to like that, too, as her legs tighten on me and she bites down hard onto her lip.

I fuck her slowly, fusing my mouth to hers. My hands wander over the softness of her skin, and I attune myself to every little motion and noise she makes. I open my senses, lock onto her heartbeat, and marvel that mine thumps just as hard and fast, keeping tempo with hers.

As king of the Underworld and the mightiest Dark Fae in the world, I should be able to last a lot longer, but damn if my connection to her doesn’t overwhelm my senses.

Nyssa arches her back, and she doesn’t have to say a damn thing. I can feel she’s close to another orgasm. I can actually feel the heat of it curl inward, can feel her entire body tighten with anticipation. I thrust into her harder, and the little minx bites my shoulder in retaliation.

Or maybe it’s gratitude because she groans, “Amell… I’m so close. So, so close.”

Once again, my inner demon that wants to conquer every bit of her rages and demands to be let loose, but I hold back. I don’t want to scare or hurt her.

Odd, as I’ve never had to hold it back before—neither with fae nor human. But Nyssa… she draws on my darkness.

I gather her in tight and kiss her hard, my hips punching against hers as I can feel my own release sneaking up on me. I have the power to hold it off but fuck if I want to. I’m ready to dive as soon as she tumbles over.

Nyssa wrenches her mouth from mine, turning her head to the side. “It’s too much. Too much.”

Am I hurting her? I slow down.

Her eyes spring open, and she clasps my face. “Don’t you dare stop. It’s too much in a good way.”

Smiling, I capture her mouth again, and she locks her arms around my neck. I have no clue the time that elapses. It could be seconds or hours, but I fuck Nyssa like I’ve never fucked a living creature before.

Nyssa bucks and arches and bites down hard on my lip as she comes. The feel of her rippling is my downfall, and my orgasm rips through me, pleasure as hot as the Crimson River flooding my veins.

“Fuck,” I rasp out, my head dropping to Nyssa’s shoulder in what feels like a never-ending tidal wave of pleasure. It’s so forceful, I lose sense of anything around me, other than the pulses of euphoria that cause my hips to continue bucking against her.

“It’s not stopping,” Nyssa moans as she clings to me. Through our connection, I feel her pleasure still raging, and I think it’s causing mine to do the same.

I force myself to stop moving and pull my weight off her a bit. I look down to find this beautiful woman absolutely wrecked. I can see it in the slackness of her face, the flush of pleasure across her breasts, and the dreaminess in her eyes.

Pride swells within that I did that to her.

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The Naughty List: 25 Days of Sawyer’s Steamiest Scenes (Day #5)

“Hey Goldie,” I hear, and my eyes immediately lift and lock with Tenn’s as he sits sideways on his bike, his muscular legs stretched out in front of him, one booted foot crossed over the other at the ankles. His arms are crossed over his massive chest, and he gives me a lazy smile. “Want a ride?”

Hitching my purse up over my shoulder, I saunter over to him, my eyes locked to his. I put a little extra sway in my hips and then tuck my thumbs into the belt loops of my shorts, just at my waist. The move pushes the denim down a bit, revealing the skin on my lower abdomen. Normally, that move is enough to draw a man’s eyes down but Tenn’s gaze remains focused on my face, his lips arced up in a sexy smirk as if he knows all my tricks.

“Turns out,” he continues on as he stands up from his perch on the motorcycle and bends over to one of his saddlebags where he pulls out a small helmet, “you have a nice bike shop just down the road and figured I’d pick you up a helmet so you can ride with me.”

My eyes flick down and then back up again. “You want me to ride with you?”

He nods and steps up to me, placing the helmet on my head. As he fastens the strap under my chin, he confides, “I want that gorgeous body pressed up against me sooner rather than later.”

His fingers move from the straps to my cheeks, and he holds me firmly in his grasp. Leaning down until his nose is almost against mine, he whispers, “Still going to let me have you, Goldie?”

My eyes nearly flutter closed over the husky promise in his voice and my bones go liquid on me. I’m in very near danger of rolling over and baring my proverbial throat in complete surrender to this sexy predator.

In an effort to get some control back, I raise a hand and lay it on his hard chest. Raising up on tiptoes and angling my face to the left, I bare my teeth and nip his jawline, which causes him to groan. “For tonight,” I clarify, because I need the safety of my boundaries. “You can have me just for tonight.”

“Hmmmm,” he murmurs as his hands drop to my waist and he pulls me into the warmth of his body. “A one-night stand kind of girl.”

“Queen of,” I provide, throwing light on exactly the type of woman that I am.

Tenn dips his face and brushes his lips over my neck. My head tilts to the side to give him better access as my fingers dig into the soft cotton of his tee.

“Gotta go back to the boyfriend tomorrow?” he asks in a teasing tone before scraping his teeth along the path his lips just took.

I can’t help the shudder that ripples through me, and I give a slight shake of my head. If I’m being all honest about my boundaries, I need to make sure he understands me fully. “There’s no boyfriend.”

He hums approval as a hand moves behind my head and grips into my hair. He tugs, and my back arches slightly as he raises his face to look down at me. His eyes are shadowed as the outdoor lighting of the bar is at his back, but because they are so pale, still shine brightly at me. “Even better.”

“It’s still just one night,” I insist, knowing that the minute I promise myself that, I won’t go back on it. I’m too disciplined in the way I parcel out my intimacy.

“We’ll see,” he murmurs. Stepping away from me, he grabs my hand in his and pulls me toward his bike.

***

“I can’t anymore,” I gasp as the last tremors of my orgasm fade away and my muscles start to unclench.

What is that? Three so far?

Tenn isn’t dissuaded. He merely pushes his face harder into me, his tongue driving in deep. My back arches and my fingers curl tight into his hair—which is softer than it even looked—and I try to wrench his head away from my sensitive flesh.

He lifts his lips from me just enough to growl, “Gotta give you one more… just to prove you wrong. Remember?”

I weakly lift my head and look down my naked body at him as he lies in between my legs. He’s still fully clothed while I’m completely bare to him, but then again… he didn’t give me any choice the minute he closed the door behind us when we entered his hotel room. His hands came to frame my face, and he proceeded to kiss the breath out of me. His mouth was hard, demanding, and completely controlling. His tongue erotically captivated my own as his hands roved all over me, pulling at my clothes and stroking over my skin.

When he had me completely naked, he took a step back and looked at me with lust blazing out of his eyes. “Over and over again, Goldie,” he promised as his eyes traveled down the length of my body. My nipples got hard, and I felt twitchy all over.

His eyes came to rest on that part of my body that felt the twitchiest of all, and he licked his lips. “Want my mouth on that pussy,” he murmured, and my knees almost buckled.

None of the rich and dapper men I go out with ever talk to me like that. They always murmur words of endearment while they reverently look upon me with wonder and awe. None of them have such a raw look of need and desire etched upon their faces, and none of them ever look at me like they want to devour me whole.

In my experience, the men I’ve been with tend to be selfish in nature. I’ve bemoaned to my girls time and again over the serious lack of oral attention I usually get, instead settling on a man that just wants to get his dick wet so he can pound out his own orgasm. I’ve never had anyone look at me the way Tenn did in that moment, telling me he wanted his mouth on me as if I was the only sustenance he could ever crave.

And his mouth was on me… and over me… and inside of me. He licked and sucked and ate at me, over and over again. My first orgasm came on brutally strong and amazingly fast, knocking the breath out of me and causing me to go dizzy. Tenn merely muttered against my wet flush, “Fuck yes, baby. So sexy,” before he started licking and sucking at me again.

His fingers got added. One, two, and then three… stretching and plunging into me. My hips bucked and circled, trying to drive him deeper into my body. Orgasm number two wasn’t far behind number one, and my toes curled from the immense pleasure he gave me.

But he didn’t stop.

He didn’t attack me harder though either, instead slowing his pace and leisurely lapping against my pleasure-numbed skin. His hands stroked the insides of my thighs, and he whispered how sweet I tasted. The fire stoked slowly inside of me because he ate me out slowly, taking his time with me.

When number three hit, I called out his name and arched my back off the bed, faintly recognizing a chuckle of triumph out of him. And finally, yes, finally, I figured he’d fuck me.

Instead, he was demanding I give him one more, and I didn’t think I had it in me.

“Just fuck me, Tenn,” I moan as he slips a finger inside of me, curling it just right.

“One more, Goldie,” he says, tilting his head to the side to suck on the skin of my inner thigh. With a prick of his teeth against me that elicits a startled yelp, he surges upward and pulls me from the bed.

I’m so limp. I’m like a rag doll in his arms as he spins me around and has me face the dresser at the foot of the bed, which comes complete with large mirror attached to it. I watch with glazed eyes as he brings his huge body behind me and wraps his tattooed arm across my breasts to hold me up. His eyes bore into mine through the reflective glass and his other hand trails down my stomach.

His fingers splay out and cover my mound, pushing me back against him until I can feel his erection burning into my lower back. He watches his own hand as he slides lower over my flesh and then sinks his middle finger into me.

“Watch me,” he commands with a nod of his head downward. “Watch me finger fuck you to another orgasm, Goldie.”

My head falls back on his shoulder as I close my eyes to gain composure. He’s going to kill me. Death by orgasm.

“Watch, baby,” he murmurs as he starts pumping his finger in and out of me. “Look how beautiful you are in my arms. Face flushed, nipples hard as rocks, my finger sliding in and out of you. So warm and tight. Can’t wait to have my cock in there.”

My eyes take in every detail as he describes it for me, and I feel wanton as I watch how sexy we look in the mirror together. I watch his hand moving against me, let his dirty words seep into my pores, feeling the pressure miraculously start building inside of me again. My gaze slides up to his and I find his eyes no longer watching his own actions, but locked onto my face. His cheek lowers, and he rests it against the top of my head.

“Feel good?” he asks me quietly.

I don’t answer right away and he pulls his finger out, circling it slowly around my clit. My hips arch away from his body, seeking a harder touch from his fingers.

“Feel good, Goldie?” he asks again, and I nod my head vigorously as his fingers move faster against me.

“Going to come for me again, aren’t you?” he asks, but it’s not really a question. It’s a command.

“Gotta let you prove me wrong,” I gasp, and he chuckles as his eyes drop down to his hand.

“I believe fucking you with my words is just as hot as fucking you with my fingers,” he murmurs. “You like my dirty talk?”

“God yes,” I moan as I can feel my orgasm starting to fire up.

“Want more than just my fingers?”

“Yes,” I gasp out again as I circle my hips against him desperately.

“Then you gotta come for me, Goldie. One more.”

And that’s all it takes.

My entire body stiffens as wave after wave of pleasure takes me hostage, rolling through me as I cry out my release. With hazy eyes, I see Tenn’s eyes light up with victory and his lips curve up in appreciation as he watches me in the mirror for a moment more, his fingers plucking at me gently.

“I think that may be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Tenn mutters as he takes my shoulders and pushes me forward over the dresser. My hands come out to rest on the edge for balance, and I lower my face a moment as I try to catch my breath.

The jangle and swish of Tenn’s belt being undone causes me to raise my face again, and I watched mesmerized as his movements have a sense of choppy urgency about him. He reaches into his pocket, pulls his wallet out, and takes out a condom, which he puts in his mouth to hold between his teeth.

With his hands free, he undoes his jeans and pushes them down over his hips. Although my body is blocking much of my view, I can see his erection sticking out past my left hip.

And oh, my word… it’s beautiful. It’s huge… monstrously big, and my blood starts pulsing again with desire for him at the thought of him putting that inside of me.

Tenn pulls at the condom wrapper still held tightly in his teeth and rips it open. While he seemed in such control just moments ago while he was guiding me to another orgasm, he seems to be overwhelmed with urgency right now.

Spellbound and captivated by the anticipation of what’s to come—over how frantic he seems to be to get inside of me—I watch as he rolls the condom on and steps up behind my body. One hand dips down and he drags his fingers through my folds, causing me to huff out a pent-up breath of impatience.

Tenn moves his hands from my flesh to his own cock, takes it in hand, and lines it up to me with his eyes lowered to watch his progress. He rubs the enormous tip through my wetness, letting it sink in just a fraction of an inch, and my body starts to tighten with excitement.

His eyes lift up, and I let mine rise right along until we are staring at each other in the mirror. He doesn’t move… holds absolutely still while his gaze melds with mine.

Then his hands grab onto my waist and he pulls back on my body as his own hips flex forward, causing his shaft to slide slowly into me. I stretch to capacity, feeling every nerve and fiber leaping in pleasure. When his pelvis presses tight against my ass, Tenn hisses through his teeth and his eyes squeeze shut.

“Christ, Casey,” he grits out, his voice raw with controlled lust. When he opens his eyes, he gives me a sheepish grin and a slight shake to his head. “That fucking feels good.”

I nod at him, my own ability to produce speech seemingly on hiatus.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he promises, and it sounds so sexily threatening that I almost combust right there. “You’re going to come for me again too.”

I shake my head, because that is not going to happen. I have absolutely nothing left in the tank to give him. I didn’t even know that many orgasms so close together were physically possible.

“You are,” he tells me with smug cockiness, still holding himself absolutely still within me, although I can feel his dick jerking in anticipation.

“I can’t,” I finally manage to say.

Tenn slowly pulls out of me, causing the most beautiful feeling of friction I’ve ever had before.

“Gonna prove you wrong, Goldie,” he says as he sinks back into me slowly, and even though I can feel all of my internal muscles quivering with expectancy, I still shake my head in denial.

Bending over me, he whispers assuredly once more. “Gonna prove you wrong.”

And fuck everything I thought I knew about men and their capacity for giving pleasure, but he does indeed prove me wrong.

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The Naughty List: 25 Days of Sawyer’s Steamiest Scenes (Day #4)

Leary

Reeve stares at me, then gives a slight nod of acceptance. He swivels his head to look around and I notice that the bartender has his back to us, watching a baseball game on one of the TVs mounted on the wall. Satisfied with the small measure of privacy we have at this moment, Reeve looks back at me. “Now, let me see a little bit of those stockings.”

My breath hitches as his gaze drags down to my lap and his left arm leaves the back of my chair. He turns his body to shield me from the bartender and takes the edge of my skirt in between his index finger and thumb. He drags it up slowly—just a few inches are all that’s really needed before the lace edges are revealed. Reeve turns his hand and runs his knuckles over my skin that’s peeping out.

“Spread your legs,” he murmurs, giving my thigh a nudge.

I tilt to the side again, confirming the bartender has his back to us. No one else is in the bar, although I can see several people walking in and out of the lobby not thirty feet away. Still, Reeve has me blocked from anyone’s view.

My legs slowly uncross, but they’re not spread enough for Reeve’s liking. He sticks his hand in between my thighs and gives another nudge. “Farther.”

I comply, thrilled and frightened at the same time that we could be caught. My heartbeat is hammering and prickles of excitement race across my skin.

Reeve angles his head to the right slightly so he can get a better view, using his hand to inch my skirt up a little higher. His smiles approvingly then lifts his gaze to mine. “Black lace panties sort of your thing?”

“I have other colors,” I say tartly.

“I like the black lace,” he says offhandedly, then immediately inches his finger underneath the elastic at my hip.

“Reeve,” I say on a whispered gasp. “Don’t.”

He ignores me, running his finger over me and inching farther down to where I know he’s going to find me starting to get soaked.

My hand flies to his wrist in a feeble attempt to halt his progress but he’s too strong, and really, I don’t want him to stop.

“We’ll get caught,” I say.

“So what?” he murmurs, the tip of his finger now running up and down my folds. His gaze is pinned to his hand between my legs, lustful fascination filling his eyes.

The fact he doesn’t care if we get caught is a turn-on, and even though I’m afraid we’ll get busted at any moment, my legs spread even wider.

Reeve gives a barely audible groan and then easily slides his index finger inside me. My lips part, my eyes close and I let my breath out in a shaky stutter, trying to control my reaction. It most certainly would not be good to let out the deep moan that is swirling inside my chest.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Reeve whispers, curling his finger inside me before relaxing it to slide out. Leaving me partially unshielded, Reeve removes his right arm from the bar. Before I can protest, he uses both hands to roughly pull my panties to the side, completely baring my pussy to him. Then his right arm goes back up on the wooden surface, his body turns again to hide me, and I have to wonder if the bartender is still watching the TV or us.

Reeve drops his left hand back down between my legs and runs his knuckles over my mound. “I could feel you were bare,” he mutters with a smile, “but seeing it is even better. Wish I could bend you over right here and run my tongue over you.”

“Oh, God,” I moan as my head tilts back. Reeve uses my distraction to push two fingers in me and I can’t help but jerk in pure pleasurable torture.

“Shh,” he soothes me. A quick look back over his shoulder seems to satisfy Reeve. He turns back with a big grin. “Don’t want the bartender to know what we’re doing, do we?”

“This is insane,” I gasp as he slowly pumps his fingers. “We need to stop.”

“Tell you what,” he says thoughtfully, his eyes pinning me with challenge. “I’ll give you a choice. You continue to let me finger fuck you until you come, right here, or you go with me to the bathroom where we’ll have a bit more privacy.”

“Bathroom,” I gasp as his fingers pull out of me and brush against my clit, causing my hips to rocket off the chair.

“Good choice,” he growls, pulling his hand away. My own hands go to the edges of my dress, pulling it down.

Reeve turns, takes his drink, and downs it in one gulp, hissing through his teeth over the burn. I stand from the chair, grab my purse, and ignore my martini.

I don’t even look backward at the bartender as Reeve takes my hand and leads me into the lobby. I have no clue where the bathrooms are, but apparently Reeve does, because he moves with purpose. He nods his head at a few people who appear to be leaving but doesn’t stop to chat.

No, this man is on a mission to finish me off.

Leading me back past the elevators, he turns right down a short hall and I see a recessed alcove that houses men’s and women’s restrooms.

Reeve walks straight to the men’s room, pulling me along. He pushes the swinging door open and sticks his head in, listening carefully. Satisfied it’s empty, he walks in and I have no choice but to follow.

It’s the first time I’ve ever been a men’s bathroom and I look around curiously—marble double sink, dark navy-blue walls with copper sconces, and two urinals on the wall.

“Bingo,” Reeve says and my attention turns to the three stalls on the back wall. They are encased floor to ceiling in dark stained wood carpentry, the front doors inset with thick louvers that are angled so you can’t see in but most assuredly can see out. They afford the person—or persons, as may be the case—inside complete privacy from prying eyes.

Prying ears, probably not so much, but it’s a risk that Reeve is apparently willing to take as he pulls me toward the stalls. He gives a brief rap of his knuckles on each door and when no one answers, he chooses the stall on the end, farthest away from the sink and urinals.

Before I know it, he has me pushed inside, the door slammed shut behind us and locked, and his hands on my face to pull me in for a brutal kiss. I sink into it immediately, my own hands grasping his wrists for support, tasting the mellowness of Kentucky bourbon on his lips. Our tongues duel as he pushes me up against the side wall. He nudges one strong thigh in between my legs and then leans into me so hard I can barely breathe.

I’ve always felt oxygen was overrated, though, so I continue to kiss him with a rising fever within me.

Abruptly, Reeve pulls away from me and I actually moan at the loss of his mouth on mine. I reach for him, but he bats my hands away, his breathing harsh and strained. He drops to his knees, his ass bumping into the opposite border of the stall as his hands dive under my skirt.

In one fluid motion, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and drags them down my legs. He’s efficient, grasping an ankle to pull the panties free, then his hands go back between my thighs to push my legs apart.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, because all of this happened in about five seconds flat and my lips are still tingling just from our kiss.

“Gotta taste you,” he says in a guttural voice I recognize as fueled by lust.

“Oh, God,” I moan as his hands peel me apart and his mouth closes over me. His chest rumbles in appreciation over my taste. He runs his tongue up my center, puts his lips around my clit and nips me with his teeth. My hips shoot off the back wall, straight into his face, and he groans in approval. He dips his chin, shoves his tongue inside me, and pumps it in and out.

And never have I ever felt something like this before. So primal, hard edged, completely wild, and uninhibited, with no thoughts to consequences or regrets. I’ve never had a man move his mouth over me like this, as if his very life depended on possessing this part of me.

My head falls back, cracks loudly on the wall, and I bite my tongue to stop from screaming in pleasure.

Reeve

Holy fucking Christ, she tastes good.

Her soft, bare pussy presses against my face and her inner muscles contract around my tongue. Her hips gyrate, urging me on.

I feel like my lungs are constricted from the pleasure of this hard-core mouth fucking I’m giving Leary, and I’m possessed with the need to make her come harder than she ever has in her life.

I need to do that to show her that I’m in charge of her.

At least for the moment, until she manages to one-up me again.

Leary’s hands come to my head, her fingers sliding through my hair and then gripping it hard. She pulls against me, shoving my face deeper into her. I pull my tongue back, lick upward slowly and then concentrate on that clit of hers. It’s swollen, stiff, and in much need of release.

I swirl my tongue around it, sometimes stiffening it to push hard, other times lapping at her gently. It’s at the gentle times when she jerks my hair to silently demand I go harder. I’m so fucking turned on right now by her reaction to me, and I can’t help dropping one hand to rub myself through my pants.

Fuck, I need to come.

Leary’s movements against me get more insistent, and she sucks in a deep breath, her legs stiffening. She’s close to blowing and I’m not ready for that to happen just yet.

Reluctantly pulling my mouth away from her, I stand up and start working my belt open.

“Why’d you stop?” Leary says with need.

I risk a glance at her and my heart slams hard against my chest over the blazing-hot lust in her eyes. Her cheeks are pink, her forehead shiny with sweat, her breasts heaving with strained breath.

I pause in my quest to free my cock just long enough to tell her, “I’m going to fuck you now. Want to be inside you when you come.”

If I thought Leary’s eyes were hot before, they go absolutely molten from my declaration. She stares at me just a moment, then her hands shoot out to my pants, knocking my own out of the way to work at my button and zipper.

I use the opportunity to grab my wallet out of my back pocket and although I’m smoothly able to grab the condom I tucked in there earlier today—because I was hoping this might happen—my urgent need to fuck Leary causes me to bobble my wallet. It falls from my hands, almost lands in the toilet but luckily bounces off to the floor. I’ll worry about it later.

Leary’s hands push at my pants and boxers until they move past my hips and my cock springs free. One hand goes to the base of my erection, where she squeezes me roughly as she urges, “Hurry.”

I rip open the condom, grab the tip, and while Leary holds me, I roll it on. I lean in briefly to give her a hot, deep kiss and then pull away so I can concentrate on getting inside her.

Bending down, I hoist her up under her ass, her arms immediately going to my shoulders for leverage. I push her back into the wall, reach down with one hand and guide the head of my shaft into her slick folds. I rub it back and forth, spreading her moisture, thumping it a few times against her clit, all of which causes Leary to squirm in my arms.

With a slow circle of her hips and more guidance from my hand, the end of my cock nudges into her just a fraction of an inch. I glance down and, fuck . . . that’s hot . . . me getting ready to impale her.

I look back up to Leary and while holding her up with my forearm wedged under her ass and the support of the wall, I let go of myself and clamp my other hand firmly over her mouth. Her eyes go wide in confusion.

“This is going to make you scream, baby,” I warn her before slamming my hips forward. My cock sinks deeply into her until my pelvis is pressed tightly against hers. Just as I suspected, Leary lets a cry of pleasure loose but my hand muffles it. I have to bite the inside of my cheek hard to suppress the animalistic sounds that want to break free.

“Shh,” I whisper. “Still need to be quiet. Someone could come in.”

She nods and I remove my hand from her mouth. I readjust her weight in my arms, now using both hands to spread her wide and hold her back against the wall.

Then I start moving within her. I don’t bother with a slow buildup, because this is about us both getting off as quickly as we can to avoid detection, and besides, I don’t want to waste that delicious orgasm that had started to break free from her before I stopped eating her pussy.

I tunnel into Leary, forcefully ramming myself into her. She closes her eyes and her lips curl upward in dreamy pleasure. Her arms tighten around my neck as I rest my forehead against hers. We both valiantly suppress the noise level we want to unleash, but there’s no stopping the heavy breathing or the slapping of my skin against hers.

The debauchery of it all, the frantic fucking, the risk of getting caught—it’s all almost too much to bear and I can’t hold back the orgasm that starts building inside me. I decide to let it go, hoping to God Leary will be with me but intent on getting her off with my mouth afterward if I blow before her.

Game plan in effect for a massive fucking nut bust, I start thrusting into her faster.

That’s when the bathroom door opens and I hear two men talking to each other as they walk in.

My hips slow down but there’s no way I can stop moving. It’s physically impossible for me to stop fucking Leary.

Pulling my forehead away from hers, I take a cautious look to see how she’s doing, still pumping in and out of her at a much slower pace. Her eyes are filled with flaming lust and just a tiny bit of fear as she stares at me. The men continue to talk and then I hear them both pissing in the urinals.

She mouths at me, “Don’t stop.”

I give Leary a mischievous grin and pick back up the pace of my thrusts. Not hard enough to create the skin-slapping sound, but deep enough to cause her breathing to start hitching again. When I hear the flush, I use the opportunity to mask the sound and slam into her hard, grinding my pelvis against hers.

Leary can’t help it and lets out a tiny moan that shouldn’t be heard over the flushing and the men talking, but they abruptly go silent. They move from full-blown piss chatter to utter quiet, and I know, without a doubt, they know there are two people in the stall fucking.

This should give me pause, make me stop my movements, but God help me, it only turns me on more. Knowing that there are two people out there listening to us fuck.

I raise my eyebrows at Leary to see what she wants me to do. She bites her lower lip as if in consideration while I move my cock against her shallowly. The men still don’t talk, and I imagine they are probably grinning at each other, heads cocked to the side to see if they can hear anything else.

The men apparently decide to get busy with washing their hands, because the sinks turn on at the same time Leary tightens her arms around me, grinding her hips around my cock.

Breath hisses out from between my teeth and I start to increase the depth of my thrusts once more. I keep the pace slower, so as to minimize the noise of our skin slapping, but that doesn’t stop me from still fucking her hard.

The sinks turn off and the men seem to be taking their time drying their hands. I smile at Leary and she smiles back at me while I continue plowing her.

I can only hope the men leave before we reach our conclusion, because I think it’s going to be a futile attempt to stay quiet, but they don’t seem to be moving. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back, but I’m sure as hell not going to stop, either.

The decision on when to come, though, is completely taken out of my hands when Leary reaches between our bodies and starts rubbing her clit. She gives a tiny hum when her fingers make contact, and fuck, that right there is sexy—knowing that she’s desperately wanting to get off.

I can’t help it. I start thrusting faster while Leary plays with herself. Blood roars in my head, so loud that I have no clue if the men have left or not, but I couldn’t fucking care less. Now I’m in a desperate race to come right alongside Leary and I start pounding her into the wall, not giving a shit who is standing out there.

Leary’s the first to go. Her hand stills on her body, her eyes squeeze shut. I have to give her credit . . . she suppresses every bit of sound as her pussy clamps down hard on my dick and her body starts to shake in my arms. She comes quietly and very beautifully and it’s my undoing.

I push into her one more time, feel the fire boiling upside of my balls and shooting straight out the end of my dick. My cock spasms hard inside her, pulse after pulse of orgasmic release as I empty into her without making a fucking peep.

The roaring in my ears starts to quiet, my forehead now back against Leary’s as we both try to catch our breath. My legs are so weak from that orgasm that I have to lock them so I don’t drop to the floor with her in my arms.

Lifting my head, I give Leary a silent but deep kiss of satisfaction. When I pull away, she’s smiling at me.

“Nice,” we both hear from outside the stall.

And then another voice, “Fucking hot.”

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The Naughty List: 25 Days of Sawyer’s Steamiest Scenes (Day #3)

Callie

I’m stunned when Bridger’s hands go to the knot of silk holding the belt together at my waist. I tense up, but then Woolf is stepping up behind me. He doesn’t touch me but leans in and murmurs near my ear, “Just relax. You’re getting that threesome you wanted.”

My entire body stiffens, my legs lock hard, and a bolt of fear goes through me. I pull away from Bridger and turn to Woolf with panicked eyes. His hands come to my waist, and he tilts his head in question.

My voice is hoarse and whisper soft. “I’m not ready for… um…”

I can’t say the words. I’m too mortified.

“Relax, baby,” Woolf coos as his hands squeeze me.

Bridger now is the one behind me, and he presses in close. He does, in fact, touch me with the front of his body, and it feels both sinful and wrong that another man is being so intimate with me. He gives the ponytail hanging from the back of my hood a playful tug before placing his lips near my ear. Bridger bares his teeth and bites my lobe briefly before saying, “You most certainly are not ready to take both of us that way, but there are other ways we can all three play together.”

I hadn’t realized I was holding frozen breath in my lungs until Bridger said that, and while his voice always sounds so rough and dangerous, I actually trust this man because I know Woolf trusts him.

In fact, I raise my eyes up to Woolf’s and give him a smile that’s filled with a small measure of confidence. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
What happens next is a maelstrom of sensations, fears, thrills, and pleasures overwhelming my entire being. Woolf pushes me back into Bridger’s arms, and then lazily walks away from me and up to the bar to pour himself a drink. With his back to us, as if he has not a care in the world that I’m in a pair of arms that are not his, he sips at two fingers of bourbon just as Bridger’s hands once again work at the knot to my belted robe.

His body is pouring off a sensuous sort of heat behind me. I can feel the hard muscles of his abdomen and the huge ridge of his erection against my lower back. My gaze darts around the room at the anonymous people watching as Bridger works the robe open and pulls it from my shoulders. I shiver from the cool air and the slide of silk as it falls away. I tremble over the way both men and women are watching me hungrily. But most of all, I start to shudder because Woolf turns around and watches with the eyes of a hawk as Bridger’s large hands come up to palm my breasts, causing me to moan in pleasure. Everything is happening so fast, I don’t even have time to be embarrassed by the fact that I’m putting on a show for these people.

I feel guilty as hell that it feels so good and I’m terrified to show any reaction, because this is all-new territory for me. While I was gung-ho just fifteen minutes ago to dip my feet into the ménage pool, now I’m feeling all kinds of awful that I’m letting another man—that is someone other than Woolf Jennings—touch me.

I’m not sure if he senses it or he just wants in on the action, but Woolf sucks down the rest of his drink and then stalks toward Bridger and me. His eyes do a cursory glance down my body but remain pinned on Bridger’s hands as they massage my breasts.

He steps in close to me.

Tilts his face down.

Looks me in the eye.

“You okay?” he asks so softly, I doubt even Bridger heard it. But what he doesn’t say, and what I see in his eyes, is that it’s okay if another man’s hands feel good on me. Woolf is telling me that in his world… sharing is allowed. I’m not sure how that makes me feel, but because New Callie is determined to go through with this, I put it out of my head.

I give him a tentative nod.

“Good,” he whispers. Then he shocks the shit out of me when his hand comes up and covers Bridger’s hand that is cupping my left breast. He dips his fingers in between Bridger’s palm and my skin and then pushes Bridger’s hand downward, so that Woolf’s knuckles scrape over my nipple. He pushes Bridger’s hand down slowly.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Right in between my legs.

With just a twist of his wrist, Woolf takes Bridger’s hand and has him cupping me, and I most definitely cannot stop the whimper of surprised pleasure that bubbles up out of me. Almost as if it was planned, both Bridger and Woolf press in closer to me, sandwich me in between their big bodies, and the rest of the room is momentarily shut out.

Together, both men start moving their fingers against me. I suck in a deep breath, close my eyes, and just savor the sensations. A finger… no two… press into me, and I slowly open my eyes as I look down.

My knees go loose as I see Bridger’s finger and Woolf’s finger both sliding into me in tandem. It’s the most sinful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and my knees buckle. I’m held up only by Bridger’s strong arm around my chest where he still palms my other breast. This is far more wickedly decadent than when I watched that woman take two men at The Silo. It’s so simple… beautiful… richly depraved, that I know I’m on the path to having the quickest orgasm of my life.

My eyes start to flutter closed but not before I catch a glimpse of the crowd starting to press in on me. The knowledge that they are eager to get a closer look sends a bolt of sizzling pleasure through me while Bridger and Woolf lazily fuck me with just their index fingers. Every bit of potential shame and inherent modesty sort of fade away as I concentrate solely on what these two men are doing to me.

Lips on mine.

Woolf.

I sigh in pleasure from this sweet intimacy helping to balance out the filthiness of giving my body to two different men. It stabilizes me. Grounds me.

I think I’m up for anything.

Suddenly, Woolf’s lips are gone, then his body. My eyes fly open, and I see him step back so he can take off his clothes. I only get a brief glimpse of him peeling his shirt over his head before Bridger has me turned around toward him and is pushing me gently down to my knees. My heart skips a beat… maybe two when he pushes his thumbs into the waistband of his track pants and glides them down his hips. They go all the way down to the floor and he’s stepping his bare feet out of them, but I’m only vaguely aware of this as I stare in fascination at his thick erection sticking up proudly before my face.

One of Bridger’s hands lift, and unlike Woolf who I know would probably gently palm my face, he wraps my ponytail tightly in his grip. His other hand takes his shaft in hand, and he pulls my head forward. I’m able to take a quick peek upward at him, and his eyes are dark and filled with lust as he looks down at me.

I involuntarily lick my lips and his own pull back into a feral smile of appreciation.

Then his cock is in my mouth and the only way I know it feels good to him is a harsh huff of breath he lets out as I tighten around him. An anonymous person to my right whispers, “Suck that cock,” and I do exactly that. For a brief moment, I forget about everything but the man—almost a perfect stranger really—who is in my mouth, tasting deliciously salty and all male, and I give him everything I’ve got.
Bridger’s hand pulls and pushes at my head roughly as he grips my hair, and I can tell just by these simple movements that he would never be a gentle lover. That thought excites me and I start to throb as I have visions of him reddening my skin, and I wonder what Woolf would think of Bridger doing just that.

A wave of guilt hits me, and I immediately start to try to pull completely away from Bridger as I have the overwhelming and sudden need to belong only to Woolf. And yet… I don’t want to give up the man in my mouth.

My eyes prick with tears as my body, mind, and heart all start to compete for various pleasures. How can a sweet kiss from Woolf feel just as good as two men’s fingers inside of me?

There’s a distinct possibility I’m going insane.

Bridger holds my hair tight as I start to pull away but then Woolf is behind me, down on his knees, and his arms are wrapping around my waist. His naked chest presses into my back, and I feel his erection against me. His lips press a kiss behind my ear and he whispers, “You’re doing great, baby. Watching you suck Bridger’s cock is so fucking hot.”

I let out a hard breath through my nose and he must feel the tension start to melt, because he gives me the piece of advice I need to continue on in my quest to become a different woman.

“Don’t think, Callie,” he says as one hand drops down between my legs. “Just know that what’s happening right here… right now… it’s nothing but an experience. It doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”

He slowly rubs a light circle around my clit, causing my body to jerk and take Bridger a bit deeper into my mouth. I look up at him, and he gives me a smile that almost borders on tenderness. Something I’d expect from Woolf but not Bridger.

Woolf’s words.

Bridger’s smile.

I feel safe.

Reaching my hands up, I grasp onto Bridger’s hips and pull him deeper into me.

“Fuck yeah,” he praises with a hoarse voice.

Woolf sinks two fingers into me, wrapping his other arm around me even tighter, and he causes my heart to almost seize up in euphoria when he says, “That’s my sweet girl. Even with my fingers in you and another man’s cock on your tongue, you’re still the sweetest girl I’ll ever know.”

So my first ménage has started, and I’m not sure if it will be my last, so I give it my all.

I move up and down on Bridger’s shaft while Woolf’s fingers play between my legs. My blood races, my head spins… all obvious precursors to a monumental—

The explosion of pleasure hits me so hard, I almost choke on Bridger’s dick as I suck in air to keep from passing out. I cry out all around his slick shaft stroking along my tongue on a backward stroke and then he’s gone. I sag back into Woolf’s arms as he continues to rub the orgasm to completion between my legs. I’m almost embarrassed at how hard I’m shuddering, hoping I don’t look like I’m having an awkward and completely unsexy seizure because the pleasure is so intense.

The sound of ripping foil startles my senses, and I realize Woolf is pulling me backwards as he sits down onto the floor. He kicks his legs outward, causing my own legs to spread, and then Bridger is crawling in between them. His cock is sheathed in a condom and his hands go behind my knees. He raises my legs, spreads me even wider as I lay on top of Woolf’s reclining body, and then Bridger is slamming his way inside of me.

Woolf

I grit my teeth as I watch the pleasure overtake Bridger’s face when his cock sinks deep into Callie. So fucking hot and yet bittersweet at the same time.

Sweet because Callie is getting exactly what she wants, and bitter because I’m feeling jealous.

For the first time in my life, I want to deny Bridger, but fuck if that ship hasn’t already sailed.

Callie moans and her head falls back onto my shoulder. Bridger spreads her even wider, and then starts fucking her hard. I stare at his face. A face I’ve seen countless times fucking a woman, and it looks no different than any other time.

He doesn’t look like this feels any better, and that gives me a small measure of comfort. I glance down at their union, watching his rubber-coated cock tunnel in and out of her wet pussy, and my own cock aches to be inside of her. If she were a different woman, I would have lubed up and set that gorgeous ass on my dick, but Callie is way too sweet for something like that.

At least for now.

“Woolf?” Callie whispers.

It’s a question.

A need for validation.

That makes me feel even better about what’s going down.

“It’s okay, baby,” I tell her softly, and my hand comes up to circle around her throat with the tips of my fingers and thumb gripping onto her jaw. I turn her head to the side, lean around, and kiss her deeply, holding her tightly as Bridger is rocking her body hard against me. She moans into my mouth, and I know in this moment she’s moaning over my kiss and not Bridger’s dick between her legs.

I kiss her hard and possessively, my own moans mingling with hers. I can feel her body grinding against me from Bridger’s strokes, and rather than him picking up the pace so he can get them both off, I sense him slowing down.

I pull my lips reluctantly away from Callie, and my eyes immediately lock with Bridger’s as he slowly just undulates against the woman in my arms. I know this man so well that I can read the question in his eyes. Even while he’s balls deep inside what I know is the best pussy in the entire world, his focus is on me and my needs right at this moment.

I cannot help the pleading look I give him back, and he immediately knows that while I want Callie to experience this beautiful experience, I’m struggling with my possessiveness over her.

Bridger immediately pulls out of Callie. She doesn’t even notice because my mouth is back on hers again, and I let my fingers replace his cock for a few moments. I thrust two, and then three in and out of her, feeling her wetness coating me. My eyes are closed, because I succumb to the rapture of this woman, and yet I’m not surprised when I feel Bridger’s hand covering my own, urging the movement of my hand. His cock may not be in her anymore, but he knows he’s still very much welcome to play with us.

This man knows me better than I know myself sometimes.

Knows exactly the limits I have with Callie.

Fuck, he knew them even before I ever really had a clue.

I ache to be inside this woman because even though I may have all kinds of proprietary jealousy rolling through me, I still found it utterly erotic to watch Callie fall prey to this type of debauchery. My cock is hard as a rock and begging for release.

Pulling my lips away from her, I look at Bridger and say just one word. “Bed.”

He pulls her up and off me, sweeping her up in his arms, and I come up off the floor and follow them over to the four-poster. He lays Callie in the middle of the mattress, and I’m satisfied that her eyes stay pinned on me.

I crawl up onto the mattress from the end of the bed, right up between her legs. From my periphery, I see Bridger pull the condom off his cock as he watches us, his hand starting a fluid, lazy stroke on himself. The other people in the room… discreet people who embrace the subtleties of this lifestyle… come in closer to watch the action. I don’t take my eyes off Callie, but I’ve done enough of these to know that every man has a hard-on, every woman is soaking wet, and before long, there’s going to be a whole lot of fucking going on in this room.

But only after Callie and I are done.

Nudging her legs apart, I come to rest, kneeling between them. I look down at her, her hooded face only showcasing me those gorgeous, fern-colored eyes sizzling with heat and her lips still puffy from sucking on Bridger’s cock. She is beyond beautiful with a lovely red flush to her neck and her nipples budded hard.

Without disengaging my eyes from Callie’s, I ask Bridger, “Think she’s ready for me?”

Giving a deep chuckle, he steps up to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t need my permission because my question was actually a command to him. Leaning over Callie, he places one hand softly on her stomach and slips a finger into her with his other hand. He slowly moves it in and out, drawing a tiny mewling sound from her. Her eyes are droopy with lust, but she keeps them open and watches as Bridger finger fucks her.

“She’s ready,” Bridger says in a dark, filthy voice.

He removes his finger from her pussy and puts it into his mouth to suck clean. Callie gasps as she watches him, and that tiny sound makes his eyes cut over to her. He gives her an almost evil grin and says, “Gotta make sure your man’s ready too.”

I know what’s coming, because you see… I know this man as well as he knows me. He wants to show Callie that he’s still very much involved at this moment, and he also wants to shock her. He wants to show her that she hasn’t even begun to imagine the way three people can play together.
His hand shoots out and wraps around the base of my dick, causing a tiny hiss of pleasure to slip past my lips. He gives me a few hard pulls, and I watch Callie’s mouth form into a tiny “O” of surprise. She watches in fascination as Bridger leans in toward me and licks the moisture from the tip of my cock.

For the dramatic effect, Bridger closes his eyes… savors my taste. When he opens them back up again, he turns to Callie and says, “Yeah… he’s definitely ready for you.”

I know I’m sure as fuck ready for her so I raise her legs up and split them wider. Bridger gives a few more strokes on my cock with his rough palm and then tugs me forward. My hips lean in, letting him guide me, and as if choreographed, he helps to push me right inside of that hot, sweet pussy.

Callie gives a guttural moan when I sink in deep and while I’m not one to normally talk while fucking, I can’t help it. “Christ, that feels good.”

Bridger releases his hold on me, and I start thrusting slowly in and out of her. Callie stares at me and while the hood hides the subtle nuances of her facial muscles, I can tell deep within her eyes that she’s almost completely lost in this experience. Bridger sees it too because he cuts me a quick smirk as if to say, “She needs just a small push to tip her all the way over so she knows she’s been well and truly fucked by two men.”

I nod at him, because it’s my cock that’s deep inside of her, claiming her as mine.

Bridger leans in again, bracing his hands on either side of Callie’s hips, and presses his lips to her pussy as I tunnel in and out. My pelvis knocks against the side of his head every time, but it doesn’t stop him from putting his tongue against her clit while I fuck her.
Callie lets out a sharp cry of pleasure that seems to go on and on before her eyes cloud thickly over with drug-inducing lust. I’m not sure she’ll even understand what’s happening to her, but I’m now getting lost as well. Driving my cock in and out of Callie while Bridger sucks at her clit and people watch us is getting ready to go down as one of the most erotic things I’ve ever done in my life. It’s not the first time I’ve been in this position, but fuck… with Callie underneath us, it turns this into an experience that will never be rivaled again.
“Babe,” I say thickly. Her eyes focus a bit on me, and she licks at her lower lip. I push in deep, hold still for a moment, and just let Bridger’s tongue work a bit. “You okay, baby?”

She grunts, and I take that as approval.

“I want you to come for me and Bridger, okay?”

She grunts again, and Bridger sucks on her hard.

I pull out and slam back in.

Callie’s back arches high up off the mattress as she screams out, and her pussy contracts hard around my cock as she starts coming. Bridger immediately pulls away from us, and I fall on top of her. My hips start a brutal thrusting in and out. Callie groans and cries as her body shakes. I grind my pelvis down against her hard with each push, drawing her orgasm out. My eyes cut over to Bridger, and he’s stroking his cock hard as he watches me fuck her.

It’s too much.

It’s all too much, and I explode viciously inside of her. I cry her name out so loudly, it reverberates inside the room, and I’m immediately struck with the fact I have no control where she’s concerned. The woman whose identity I was desperately trying to protect tonight just got outed because I couldn’t handle how fucking good that orgasm felt.

I collapse on top of her. Her arms and legs wrap around me, holding me close as I shudder violently. My face turns to rest on her shoulder, and I see Bridger has a woman on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock.

The other people in the room are disrobing. Kissing, fondling, groping. In moments, there will be fucking. I’m absolutely depleted with a beautiful woman lying beneath me, and I think I may have just tarnished every bit of sweetness that was inside of her.

Turning back to Callie, I burrow in against her neck, pressing my lips to her moist skin and whisper her name this time. I say her name in wonder and partly in shame, because I think I may have just led her down a path I’m not sure I want either one of us on.

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The Naughty List: 25 Days of Sawyer’s Steamiest Scenes (Day #2)

Standing up from my desk, I walk to the opposite side so that I can grab one of the binders from my shelf. Matt’s in the way, so I murmur an ‘excuse me,’ and he steps back to let me pass.

But apparently, not far enough.

As I try to slide by him, my butt grazes up against his crotch… just barely… really, just the tiniest whisper.

It’s still enough of a touch that shock waves zing through my body and I hear Matt hiss under his breath, even as he takes a quick step back.

I turn quickly and blurt out, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Matt’s lips are set in a distasteful line, and he’s glaring daggers at me. I suppose in an effort to cool his anger, he closes his eyes briefly and takes a deep breath. As his warm breath blows out over those sexy lips of his, his eyes slowly open, and now the anger is gone.

Instead, there is nothing but molten heat and lust in his gaze, which promptly causes my knees to start to shake.

Matt takes one step closer to me, and a quick glance down shows me that both of his hands are curled into fists.

He’s clearly fighting for control, but I’m thinking it’s a losing battle.

“I thought I could work in close proximity to you and be able to keep my hands to myself,” he muses as he pins me with the intensity of his eyes. “Guess I was fucking lying to myself.”

I’m frozen in place. I have no clue what to do.

Yes, I have hormones, pheromones, and even just good old, run-of-the-mill moans stuck in the back of my throat, which are on the verge of busting loose. My mind whirls… what did Matt mean by that statement?

Do I slap him or jump him?

We stare at each other… his eyes blazing an inferno of desire, mine probably reflecting the “deer in the headlights” look.

Swallowing hard, I say, “I think—”

Matt lunges at me, catching me with one arm around my waist and the other swiping across my desk, sending binders, papers, folders, pens, a tape dispenser, a stapler, two legal pads and a box of paper clips flying to the floor. “Don’t say a fucking word, McKayla. Just don’t.”

Pushing one of his rock hard thighs in between my legs, he bends me back onto my desk and settles against me, raising both hands now to cup my face. My heart is on the verge of exploding in my chest, and only two things fill my mind.

First, please, please, please kiss me, Matt.

Second, please, please, please don’t let me have a heart attack before he does.

I’m saved on both concerns as Matt pours lust, desire, anger, and passion into a kiss that causes my toes to curl against the flip-flops, which are barely clinging to my feet after I was practically thrown onto my desk.

My tongue is shy at first, but it only takes Matt one tiny rock of his hips against mine, and then it’s on.

We kiss like we never kissed on that one night we spent together. It is filled with not only yearning, but with a bit of frustration and shame that we have no control over our actions.

This is wrong… we both know it.

Yet he hums with approval when I reach my hand down between us and give him a light stroke, and I practically convulse when one of his hands cup my breast.

For a brief moment, Matt seems to come to his senses and stills against me. He rises up from my mouth and stares at me deeply, worry creasing his forehead. He even curses just the way I’ve come to appreciate about him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“We don’t have to—” I start to say, but he growls at me so I snap my mouth shut.

He stares at me for just a moment more, and then he abruptly stands up. I think it’s over, that reality has reappeared, and disappointment fills me.

That lasts just a flicker of a moment because fantasy land returns as Matt starts stripping me of my clothes.

In less than fifteen seconds, he has me completely naked and splayed out on my desk in front of him. He looks down at me, eyes roaming, and he actually licks his lips like he’s getting ready to gorge himself.

Yes, I’m ringing the dinner bell… bring it on.

I expect Matt to undo his pants and mount up, but he surprises me when he pulls one of my chairs closer to the desk and sits down. He takes my legs, spreads them outward, and tugs me to the edge of the desk, throwing said legs rather haphazardly over his shoulders.

Pleasure and thrills blanket my body as I realize that he’s settling in to do me right. His face dives down, and I actually grunt… yes, grunt… at first contact. I then bite down hard on my tongue so I’m not screaming the rafters down.

I’m delirious with pleasure as Matt works my body to his liking. He uses touch and sound to give me the ultimate experience. Touch meaning fingers and tongue, and yes, even his chin, which has me bucking off the desk. Sound meaning the dirty, dirty things he whispers to me as he causes a rollercoaster of an orgasm to go rushing up my spine. I have to slap my hand over my mouth not to scream, and Matt looks up at me with pure male satisfaction.

It took him just under two minutes to send me to Heaven.

He’s just that fucking good.

Not wasting any time, Matt undoes his belt and practically rips his jeans open, revealing what I’m betting is his most prized possession, and if in another reality we were a real couple, it would definitely be my most prized possession. Stepping between my legs, he leans his body over me and, in one practiced and very sexy-suave move, slams his way home. Thank goodness my hand is still clasped over my mouth, or I would have shouted Matt’s name in reverence.

Hips pumping hard, my desk shaking, Matt looks up at me and slowly removes my hand from over my mouth.

“Need to kiss you,” he groans after a particularly hard surge into me.

“Yes,” I agree.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs.

“You feel so good.”

“Could do this all day… all night.”

“Word,” I sing out, and then let out a low moan when his pelvis grinds into mine.

His mouth finally slams onto my lips, and he’s kissing me with confidence, mating his tongue with mine while he never loses a single beat on his strokes.

Higher and higher, Matt takes both of us. It’s quick, hard, and rough, but the feelings he evokes inside of me are warm and soft, despite the frenzied nature of what we’re doing.

I know I should be worried that someone will walk by, and I know I should fret over the fact that my boss is banging me on my desk, and yes, I should even have a slight bit of concern that this is opening up a whole can of worms that are going to leave a nasty, slimy trail all over my employment here.

But as my second orgasm builds, and Matt pulls away from my lips so he can stare at me while we both start to fracture, the only thing I can even care about right now is that yes… I’m so happy this happened.

Yes, my body has betrayed every shred of common sense I used to possess.

We both shudder hard, muscles tensing and relaxing. Our breathing starts to even out, and eventually Matt rises up and pulls out of me.

After tucking himself back in and zipping his pants, Matt gallantly grabs a box of tissues that are sitting on a small table and helps me to clean up. I get dressed, and the silence that fills the room is oppressive.

When I tuck my shirt back into my jeans, Matt reaches up and smoothes a hand over my hair. The touch is soft… intimate. It makes me want to curl up into him and purr.

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The Naughty List: 25 Days of Sawyer’s Steamiest Scenes (Day #1)

A rush of breath pours out from Moira’s mouth and fans across my collarbone, even as a tiny shiver courses through her body. She’s as turned on by the image I just painted as I am by having created it.

I feel her body melting, her resistance only hanging on by a thread. I could have her about ten different ways to Sunday, but there is only one way in which I want her now. I press forward.

“Get on your knees,” I demand, because I know that she wants me to force her at this point. It’s what she wants, I’m sure of it.

“No,” she whispers, and I smile on the inside. Her tone says otherwise.

I give her neck a soft squeeze again to remind her that she’s standing here pushed up against me only because I demand it so.

“Don’t ever say ‘no’ to me again,” I growl at her. Using my grip on her neck, I pull her back from my body and turn her away from me. Giving a slight push, I urge her downward and almost want to cry out in victory when she gives me not an ounce of fight as she starts to lower herself.

I let my knees bend and lower myself down to the floor with her. Her knees hit first, then my mine, and I continue pushing her forward until her cheek rests against the carpet and her ass hovers just in front of my restrained cock.

“You remember the first time you saw me?” I whisper as I squeeze her neck again gently.

“Yes.”

“It turned you on, didn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“You wanted me to fuck you that way, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want it now?”

“God yes,” she moans, and victory and lust surge through me. My cock, which has been getting progressively harder, now pushes brutally rigid against the tight denim covering my crotch.

“Tell me then,” I command her, completely enjoying the way her resolve is unraveling before me.

“Tell you what?” she asks on a stuttering breath.

“Tell me all about the first time you saw me. Tell me a story, sweet Moira, and then I’ll decide whether to give you what you want.”

Moira tells me then, in a rush of capitulated words, how she watched me across the firelight, fucking Tukaba and wishing it was her body underneath me. She tells me her blood was on fire, and she could scarcely breathe because the way I was staring at her was sucking the oxygen from her body. In a low moan, she tells me she could actually feel my cock between her legs and she whispers with no shame, only regret, that she could feel my orgasm as my body shuddered in release.

“That’s a good story, Moira,” I tell her, trying to keep my words confident and true, so she doesn’t know just how close I am to losing control with her.

“It’s how I remember it,” she says with a burst of boldness and, even though I’m aiming for her surrender, I find I like that Moira isn’t going down without at least a little fight in her.

“You wanted me then, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers softly.

“Just as you want me now?”

“Yes.”

“Exactly the same way.”

“Exactly the same,” she says with assurance and I know, at this moment, she’s mine.

I bring my free hand up and grasp the bottom of her dress, dragging it up the backs of her thighs and over the rounded firmness of her ass. Slowly, I reveal the loveliest, sexiest pair of white lace underwear I could have ever imagined on a woman. Another new favorite word enters my repertoire—lingerie.

When her ass and lower back are completely devoid of her dress, I tell her. “Before I give it to you, tell me one more thing.”

“What do you want me to tell you?” she demands of me. I squeeze her neck because it’s a little too impudent for my tastes right now. She pushes back against my hand slightly, and I tighten my grip more.

“I want you to tell me what the greatest thing is you’ve learned about me so far since you took me from my home.”

Her upper back rises slightly, not from any fight left in her, but because she inhales deeply. When she lets it all out, she tells me with conviction and a hint of sadness, “I learned that you… Zacharias Easton… are an uncivilized man.”

“Yes,” I tell her in praise, and my fingers go under the lace edge of her panties. “You learned well.”

Moira is silent for a moment, and then, “Zach?”

“Hmmm?”

“Teach me more,” she whispers.

My heart seems to almost leap from my chest over the plaintive tone of her voice. Grasping the lace of her panties, I drag them over hips… her ass, and pull them down the backs of her thighs. “Oh, baby… I’m going to teach you how good it’s going to feel to be fucked into submission by an uncivilized man.”

She gives a soft moan of anticipation. When her panties are pushed down to the backs of her knees, I lean to the side so I can get a glimpse of the backside of her pussy. Its flowery petals are dewy looking. I reach down and, for the first time ever, push my finger inside of a woman’s warmth.

Hot breath hisses out from between my clenched teeth. “You’re so wet.”

“Oh, God,” Moira moans, pushing her hips backward.

“Don’t move,” I order her as I pull my finger back slightly and push it back in. She stays absolutely still but moans again.

Releasing my hold on her neck and removing my hand from between her legs, I quickly take off my shirt because I don’t want anything impeding the view of her backside. I quickly unbutton my jeans and unzip them, going carefully because I’m swollen so hard, there’s barely any room left. Giving a quick push of material, I slide the denim and my underwear down past my hips and free my cock.

Pearly fluid is leaking from the head and, using my hand to guide myself, I rub it over one of her ass cheeks, creating a glistening path of over her pale skin. “I’m wet for you, too.”

“Please,” Moira begs.

I bend over and grip her by the back of her neck again. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Zach.”

“It’s coming,” I promise her.

I guide my swollen shaft to her pussy, rubbing the head through her wet folds. The sensation is overwhelming, causing a tightening of my muscles from head to toe. I lean my hips in slightly and push into her just an inch.

She’s so fucking tight, but her slickness sucks me in just a little further. I watch as Moira’s ass cheeks clench in anticipation, and her fingers dig into the plush carpeting. Now that I’m lined up perfectly, I release my hold on my cock and grip her hip. I wait for just a moment, relishing in the graceful lines of Moira’s back and the way her fiery hair is spread all over the carpet. Her face is turned to the side, and her profile is exquisite. Eyes slightly open, her lips turned upward in a pleasurable smile. I’ll never forget this as long as I live.

With one coordinated move, I pull back on her hips and slam my own forward, lodging my cock in deep, my pelvis pressed flush against her ass.

A groan tears out of my throat because that first feeling of her pussy completely enveloping me is almost more than I can bear. Moira gives a soft cry, and her eyes squeeze shut.

I stay still for a moment, but then Moira contracts her inner muscles around me, squeezing my shaft deliciously.

“Fuck,” I grunt out and, in an involuntary reaction, my hips pull back and I slam back forward again, trying to replicate that feeling.

Moira moans long and low, and I want to prolong that sound, so I pull back and slam forward again. But then I still once more, taking a deep breath and trying to get back my bearings. I can’t lose control. Normally, my couplings are slow and steady, a forceful dance to assert my dominance and show the strength of my reserve.

I prepare to pull back slowly, so I can ease into her again and torture her exquisitely.

“Zach?” Moira says softly.

“Yes?”

“Don’t hold back on me,” she says with need. “Give it all to me.”

Oh, fuck.

My body trembles over those words and the craving that seeps out of her. This is supposed to be about me… about my dominion and authority. But her words cause my body to clench tightly with the need to burst forth in a supreme, hardcore fucking. I squeeze my eyes shut, envisioning a slow mating, but Moira slays me again.

“Please, Zach.”

“Fuck,” I hiss out at her and pull my hips back, slamming into her so hard that she scoots across the carpet a few inches and my balls slam almost painfully against the backs of her thighs.

Moira cries out, “Yes,” and it’s all over for me.

An animalistic need courses through me. Tightening my grip on her neck, I start repetitively slamming into her, my skin slapping against hers so hard it sounds like thunderclaps. I look down at my cock tunneling in and out of her slick pussy and feel the last vestiges of my control snap.

I fuck her mercilessly, fearful that I might be tearing her up from the inside out, but unable to stop myself. My body lurches into her, my chest heaves, and my cock drills her hard.

Moira tries to writhe underneath of me, but I hold her tight. If not for her moans of pleasure, I would be worried I was hurting her, but I’m not sure anything could stop this tempest that I’m unleashing on her body.

Deep, penetrating thrusts.

Skin slapping… her warm, wet muscles massaging me to near madness. The smell of our mutual arousal coating my senses.
As I heave my body against hers, I can’t help the grunting noises that start to come out of me… reminding me that at this moment, I’m more animal than human.

I fuck her hard, throwing every bit of reserve and control out the window.

Moira’s soft pants of “Yes, yes, yes,” fuel me on as I drill into her over and over again.

Suddenly, Moira’s entire body spasms and her inner walls clench onto me in a warm, wet vice as I realize she’s orgasming. She screams so loudly that I know her throat will be sore tomorrow, and I feel my own balls pull upward tightly, prepared to rocket my seed deep into her body.

I release my grip on her neck and bring that hand to her other hip. Angling both of my thumbs inward, I spread her ass cheeks apart, just so I can get a better look at the way my cock, which is wet with her desire, speeds in and out of her with frantic need.

My own climax starts boiling, and a warm flush spreads across my skin. My head spins as I slam into her again and again, until finally I’m firing off into her. My entire body falls onto her back, pushing her flat to the floor as I start to come. I have no control over myself. Even as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me, my hips continue to pump at her backside, my cock only able to make shallow purchase but still moving within her until I’m absolutely and completely milked dry.

Even after I’m empty, tiny spasms continue to run up and down my spine, in what must be the longest, hardest orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life.

I never knew.

Never knew it could be this way.

Never knew that losing control could be so fucking satisfying.

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★ Atticus (ebook and audio)

★ Finding Kyle (ebook and audio)

★ Baden (ebook)

★ Stone (ebook)

★ Gage (ebook)

★ Coen (ebook)

★ Ain’t He Precious? (ebook)

★ Stubborn as a Mule (ebook)

★ Barking Up the Wrong Tree (ebook)

★ Pretty as a Peach (ebook)

★ Gimme Some Sugar (ebook)

★ Off Sides (ebook)

★ Off Limits (ebook)

★ Off the Record (ebook)

★ Off Course (ebook)

★ Off Chance (ebook)

★ Off Season (ebook)

★ Off Duty (ebook)

★ On the Rocks (ebook)

★ Make It a Double (ebook)

★ Sugar on the Edge (ebook)

★ With a Twist (ebook)

★ Shaken Not Stirred (ebook)

★ Legal Affairs (ebook and audio)

★ Confessions of a Litigation God (ebook and audio)

★ Clash (ebook and audio)

★ Grind (ebook and audio)

★ Yield (ebook and audio)

★ Sexy Lies and Rock & Roll (ebook and audio)

★ The Pecker Briefs (ebook and audio)

★ Sex in the Sticks (audio)

★ Jilted (audio)

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NEW RELEASE! Code Name: Omega is available now!

Code Name: Omega
Sawyer Bennett
Release Date: August 16, 2022 | Synopsis:

I joined the team at Jameson Force Security three months ago and it’s one of the best decisions I’ve made. Leaving behind the Marine Corps together, my dog Omega and I made the cross-country trek to Pittsburgh for an exciting new career. Now I get to spend my days doing dangerous missions with my team and Omega gets to spend his days relaxing, unless there are explosives to be sniffed, and then he’s all paws on deck.

When Omega—who I affectionately refer to as Bubba—snacks on something he most definitely shouldn’t have, an emergency trip to the vet introduces me to Abigail Blackburn. She’s a little quirky, a lot smart, and completely captivating. She also has a penchant for trouble and when Abby makes it her own personal mission to expose the puppy mill industry, she finds herself mixed up with unsavory characters who aren’t happy with her efforts to cut into their profits

This seedy underbelly is a dangerous place, particularly for a well-intentioned, yet somewhat naïve, small-town vet. What began as peaceful protests outside of local pet stores has escalated into something that threatens Abby’s safety, and I refuse to sit by and watch her get hurt. Somehow this raven-haired beauty has gotten under my skin, and I don’t hesitate to call in my teammates at Jameson to help keep her safe.

Now I find myself trying to balance my need to protect Abby while helping her successfully complete her mission, but also redirecting her focus long enough to show her that I’ve completely fallen for her. One thing is certain—this is going to be my toughest assignment yet.

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Read the first THREE chapters of The Shadow Princess!

Releasing June 7, 2022

Read the first THREE chapters of The Shadow Princess HERE.
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Living an idyllic life in Wyoming, Thalia Clairmont is completely unaware that her world is about to be turned upside down. Step into the next dimension with The Shadow Princess, the newest story in The Chronicles of the Stone Veil series from New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett.

My name is Thalia Clairmont and I am heir to the throne of Vyronas. A title that was unknown to me after the love of my life, Bastien Dunne, had me stripped of my memories and sent me through the veil into another dimension. He maintains it was for my protection after my parents were killed and our kingdom was overthrown, but I see it as a betrayal.

Overwhelmed by my feelings of both love and anger for Bastien, I quickly understand that things aren’t what they once were. Vyronas is at war and an evil sorceress has claimed my throne by casting her blood magic to subjugate my people. With my memories returned, I realize Bastien isn’t the man I once loved and has instead become a distant, hardened warrior whose heart is as cold as ice.

My magic alone cannot defeat the blood sorcery, so I delve into the deepest shadows to find a way to regain control of my kingdom. Can I defeat evil without succumbing to the darkness? And will Bastien and I be able to reclaim the love we once shared? I am the Shadow Princess and it’s time for me to reclaim my throne.

The Shadow Princess is a standalone second chance romance with a fantastical flourish within The Chronicles of the Stone Veil series.

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