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Good Cop, Bad Cop by Harlem Dae #erotica #romance #cop #menage #FSOG #freeread

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As well as my own writing I co-author with Natalie Dae - our joint pen name is Harlem Dae. My work with Natalie tends to be darker and edgier so if that's your thing, if FSOG just didn't get filthy enough, then check out the Sexy as Hell trilogy. You can buy all the books separately or as a boxed set with three bonus stories featuring the secondary characters. 



Sexy as Hell: an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.
Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.
Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.
Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…
Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.
Please note, in order to enjoy Victor and Zara’s adventures, the trilogy must be read in order.
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* PLEASE NOTE THE NOVICE WAS PREVIOUSLY TITLED THE VIRGIN BUT CHANGED AFTER AN ISSUE WITH AMAZON

A-Z of BDSM #BDSM #spanking #erotica #overtheknee @Totally_Bound

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‘In the Eyes of the Law’ by Ashe Barker
She’s still his wife, in the eyes of the law. But is she still his submissive? His to spank?

‘Spicing it Up’ by Lily Harlem
Heat from a spanking ensures that Cassandra simmers with pleasure in a way she never would have imagined.

‘Kneel for You’ by Katy Swann
Should she agree to be spanked? Just the once? It would all be in the name of research, of course…

‘Silk and Decadence’ by Wendi Zwaduk
There is always fun in the club, but taking the fun outside and into life might be exactly what’s needed for a lifetime of passion.

‘Properly, or Not at All’ by Lucy Felthouse
How will a husband and wife cope when they’re told one of their favourite kinky pastimes is temporarily off the menu?

‘A Private Education’ by Dolly Watt
Archivist Emma Willoughby learns a lesson in kinky lust when she’s invited to assess the ninth Earl of Folchester’s private library.

Special Guest - Elizabeth Coldwell

Interview with Dominic May from One Night In Brussels


Hi, Lily, and thanks for asking me along today. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve brought Dominic, the hero of One Night In Brussels with me.
Elizabeth: Hello, Dominic. It’s nice to meet you.Dominic: You, too, Elizabeth. I’m very keen to know what you’re going to ask me.Elizabeth: Why don’t you start by telling me how you met Saskia?Dominic: Okay, I was over in Brussels for a meeting at the European Commission. I was tendering for some IT contract work – you don’t need to know the details because they’re really boring – but the meeting got cancelled at the last minute. And that’s when I bumped into Saskia. I asked her if she’d show me around the centre of the city and she agreed.Elizabeth: What was your initial impression of Brussels?Dominic: Well, any city with Saskia in it is a lot more interesting. And for someone who isn’t a native of Brussels, she certainly knew the places that a lot of the tourists might walk past. But it’s an odd place – it’s a mixture of the ancient and the modern, with some really ugly new buildings and some absolutely glorious restored mediaeval ones. Though it’s not a bad place to be if you want to get a decent beer.Elizabeth: Let’s get on to the more personal stuff. Boxers or briefs?Dominic: Yep, that’s certainly personal. Boxers – they give you more room to expand, if you know what I mean.Elizabeth: A quiet evening in or a night on the tiles?Dominic: Definitely the former. After a day’s work, my idea of heaven is to curl up on the sofa with a drink and watch a good film on TV. And if I could share the sofa with Saskia, even better.Elizabeth: Will it difficult for the two of you to see much of each other, with you living in London and Saskia in Brussels?Dominic: It’s not too bad. Eurostar makes it so easy to travel between the two cities. And the fact we’re not living together makes everything seem fresh and exciting when we do meet up.Elizabeth: Tell us a secret about Saskia?Dominic: Well, she’s very good with her tongue… She speaks Dutch, English, French and German. What else did you think I meant? (Laughs.) But she can talk dirty in all of those languages, which is a real turn-on even if I don’t understand all the words sometimes.Elizabeth: What is the one thing you’d change about yourself?Dominic: I’d like to be a better chef, so I could impress Saskia with my culinary skills. I do a pretty decent scrambled eggs on sourdough toast, but that’s about it.Elizabeth: Is there another city in the world you’d like to explore with Saskia?Dominic: Well, she’s originally from Rotterdam, and that’s somewhere I’ve never been. I’m sure we’d have fun if we went there together. Elizabeth: One final question. If you only had half an hour left on earth, what would you do?Dominic: Obviously, I’d want to spend it with Saskia. Preferably, I’d be with her either in London or Brussels, but if not I’d Skype her. I can guarantee you that the conversation would get pretty steamy.Elizabeth: Thanks so much for talking to me, Dominic.Dominic: It’s been a pleasure, Elizabeth.





Excerpt:

“I want you to undress for me, Saskia.”His voice holds a low, commanding tone—one that compels her to obey. With her back to him, she can’t see his face, but it doesn’t matter. She doesn’t need to know his name, his profession, his favourite foods or any of the mundane details on which relationships are formed. This is to be one night of shared bliss, and nothing more. They will give each other perfect satisfaction then go their separate ways, taking only their memories with them.She pulls the zip of her tight-fitting black dress all the way down, then pushes the thin straps off her shoulders. From the view she’s presenting to him, he’ll be aware she isn’t wearing a bra, but she’ll tease him a moment longer before letting him see her full, bare breasts. By the time she’s naked she wants him so hard his erection will be threatening to burst the zip of his faded jeans.The dress slithers to her feet and she steps out of it. She stands in only a pair of thong-backed panties that leave most of her bottom cheeks exposed, and tall black come-fuck-me heels. She’s tempted to sneak a glance over her shoulder to see whether he’s stroking himself through his clothing. Excitement ripples through her at the thought that she’s already got him so excited he needs to play with his cock.“Oh, that’s nice,” he murmurs.Saskia assumes he’s talking about her barely clad bum and gives it a saucy wiggle. “You like it?”“I love it. But you need to lose those panties, too, sweetheart.”She feigns coyness, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pulling them down a fraction before stopping, as though she’s gone as far as she’s prepared to. The idea that he might leap from the bed and rip the flimsy garment clean off her body has her juices flowing and her rosy nipples stiffening into peaks. But he seems content to stay where he is, happy with the show she’s putting on for him.When she cups her mound through her panties, heat radiates through the wet fabric. She bends forward a little way and slides her hand lower, pressing it into the seam of her swollen lips. He has to be able to see her fingertips peeping from between the gap in her widely parted thighs, touching herself in the place he must ache to, and it feels so deliciously rude to torment him like this.“Oh, you dirty little minx,” he groans.There’s a harsh rasp as his zip comes down and now she’s sure he has himself in hand. She risks a peek and her suspicions are proved right. He’s easing his big fist slowly up and down his length. His eyes are half-closed and his head rests on the pillows piled high against the wrought iron bedstead.To the steady rhythm of his palm slapping against his cock, Saskia eases her underwear all the way down. Then she turns round and throws the damp scrap of silk in his direction. She doesn’t know which of them is the more surprised when he catches them in his free hand without missing a stroke with the other.He puts the panties to his nose, breathing in Saskia’s scent. “Come here, gorgeous,” he growls, and she does.She yearns to sink down on the fat, upstanding column of flesh he’s gripping so tightly, but he appears to have other things in mind.“Lie down,” he orders her, climbing off the bed so she can take the place he’s vacated. He undresses in haste, letting his jeans slide off his slim hips. He isn’t wearing anything beneath them, and once his T-shirt is peeled off, he’s as naked as she is. She can’t help but notice he has no tan lines, and she pictures him relaxing in the nude on a sheltered sun terrace, or maybe some secluded beach, letting his skin turn that gorgeous shade of honey-gold.“I’ve got a treat for you,” he tells her.When she looks in his direction, he’s picked up a small bottle with a vaguely Aztec design on its label.“Massage oil.” He runs his hand through his dark hair. “A blend designed for pure erotic pleasure…”



Blurb:
Saskia van Gaal works as a translator for the European Commission, dreaming of a life filled with excitement and hot sex. When she bumps into suave, sexy Englishman, Dominic May, and offers to be his tour guide in the beautiful city of Brussels, she doesn't realise she's about to embark on the wildest night of her life.
A stolen necklace is only the beginning of the adventure, and when Dominic and Saskia are threatened by a knife-wielding robber, things threaten to spiral out of control.
Has Saskia misjudged Dominic? Should she trust him? And as their sex games grow hotter and ever more inventive, can she ever guess how this night will end?
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Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1k4BSdD Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1PPBJqX Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/561799?ref=cw1985 Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/one-night-in-brussels-1Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-night-in-brussels-elizabeth-coldwell/1122360825



Elizabeth Coldwell is a multi-published author and the former editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine, where she was responsible for publishing a number of now very well-known authors for the first time, as well as honing her own writing.
She lives in East London, is a season ticket holder at Rotherham United and a keen cook. Her recipe for peanut butter brownies is available if you ask nicely…
You can find her at The (Really) Naughty Corner (http://elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com) and Goodreads (http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2896146.Elizabeth_Coldwell)
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Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday. Here's a sexy moment from my new release Muscling In and it fits so well with this weeks seriously sexy prompt.

“Mmm,” he moaned, easing in the first few inches.I held my breath, enjoying the stretching sensation.“Yeah, you fuck your wife, Cobe.” Ed skimmed his touch over my hands, then lower down Coben’s back. “And I’ll fuck you at the same time.”“What?” I gasped.“Oh, God.” Coben groaned.Ed laughed, but it was strained and tense. “Yeah, our own special threesome.”Coben shoved his hips forward, hitting full depth.I shut my eyes. The feeling of him buried so deep was dense. It filled me, consumed me.He found my mouth, kissed me. His breaths were coming hard and fast. Was he excited? Anxious?I just wanted to feel it all, experience everything. I’d thought if the men fucked I’d be watching, but this, I’d be in the erotic moment with them. I’d see it, feel it, be in it too.“Where’s that lube gone?” Ed asked, the mattress shifting. He fumbled on the dresser. “Got it.”Coben broke our kiss and glanced over his shoulder. “Ed?”“What?”Ed was on his knees, adding clear gel to his fingers.“Just be…”“Yeah, I know, she’s delicate. It’s okay, I’m not a total Neanderthal.” He tossed the lube aside. His hands disappeared from my view and he bent his head, as though concentrating on what he was doing.Coben hissed in a breath and returned his attention to me.“Is he touching you?” I asked.“Ah, fuck, yeah.”“Your ass?”“Where else…ahh…” he moaned. “Jesus.”“You’re going to have to loosen up, man,” Ed said. “If you’re going to take my dick without screaming down the neighborhood.”“I thought he was touching you there when I was downstairs?” I rubbed Coben’s shoulders soothingly.“Yeah, but then I wasn’t in you, and now I just want to…fuck, I’m ready to go.”“Relax,” Ed said again. “There’s no rush.”Coben fluttered his eyes shut. He pulled almost out of me, then rode back in. “That’s what you think. My cum is burning me up inside.”He dropped lower and his chest scratched my breasts, rubbing my taut nipples. My clit absorbed the deep pressure his body had applied. “Ohh…” I held him tighter and shifted my legs. Normally I’d wrap them around his hips at this point but my right leg caught on Ed.“That’s it…” Ed said, resting his hand on my thigh. “Keep like that…”A tremble ran down Coben’s back. I smoothed it away and again met with Ed, my fingers running over his as he held Coben’s ass cheeks wide.I dipped lower, intrigued, and bumped into Ed’s knuckles. He was deep inside Coben, stimulating him, preparing him. “Oh God, Coben.”“I need it,” Coben gasped. “Now, Ed…”Ed pumped his fingers into Coben, fucking him gently with them.Coben groaned and eased in and out of me. He seemed to be on sensation overload, barely controlling his body. He nestled his face in my neck, his breaths hot on my skin. His cock was so hard inside me, engorged. I didn’t think he’d last long like this.I looked over his shoulder at Ed. His eyebrows were pulled low and his shoulder was shifting as he worked Coben.“Ed, I think you should if—”He withdrew. “Yes.” He grabbed a condom and rolled it on. He quickly lubed up his cock. “It’s time.” 


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Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog. This week a smooch from my new novel Muscling In.

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My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.
Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.


I stepped up to him, rested my buttocks on the table and stared down at the top of his head. His hair was getting ready for a trim. “And surely it’s good to be busy.”“Yes, it is good to have the business. Just means my mind is…”“What?”“All over the place.” He shoved his hand through his hair. “It’s just all over the place.”I flattened down several strands he’d left sticking up. “But you’ll cope. You’ve got systems organized, a good team.” Damn it. I hated seeing work get to him like this.“I know.”“And you have to remember this is down time. The evenings and weekends are not work time. It’s you time…” I slipped my hand down his temple and stroked my finger over his bristly cheek. “Us time.”“Us time.” He looked up at me. His eyeline dropped to the small pink vest top I was wearing and the line of my cleavage. His pupils dilated a little and he pushed his beer to one side, the base of the bottle scraping on the surface of the wood.My belly clenched. I knew that look well enough. It didn’t usually happen quite so fast but I wasn’t about to complain. I cupped his chin and he stood, fast, the chair grating on the floor tiles.“Sian,” he said, gripping the back of my neck with one hand, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Fuck.”“Okay.” I grinned and slid my hand down the column of his neck to the undone collar of his white shirt.He loomed over me and pressed close.I could feel his body heat blasting onto my skin and smell his faded cologne. He was breathing fast.His mouth caught mine. He cradled the back of my skull. His tongue was insistent and urgent.Lust shot through my body and I clung to his shoulders. I was whisked into the moment and into his desire.“Up,” he murmured, hoisting me onto the table as he’d spoken. He stepped between my legs, bunching my short skirt up around my thighs. “I need you. Now.”“Yes, now.” I reached for the button on his trousers, released it and his zipper. God, he was so hot. Like this, in his work clothes, smart and business-like yet overcome with longing…for me. His cock was straining against the material of his boxers.He shoved my skirt up around my waist and yanked my knickers down. I kicked my left leg and he helped them slip so they dangled from my foot.“I’m so hard for you. Feel.” He pushed his trousers to his thighs, reached for my hand and pressed it over his boxer-clad dick.I gave it a firm squeeze.“So you are, soldier.” I grinned, eager to get him buried deep.He groaned and pressed me back onto the table. The pine was cool on my butt, and his body was so hot over me. I hooked my legs around his hips and slid my hand up the inside of his shirt, spreading my fingers on the warm skin of his back.“Give me your pussy,” he said, pushing his boxers away, then aiming his cock at my entrance.“It’s yours. Take it.” I tilted my hips, braced, preparing for his thrust. I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be a slow ride.“Are you wet?” he asked, his cockhead parting my first folds and easing in.“For you.” My pussy was quivering, my clit swelling. “Give it to me.”He slid a hand beneath the arch of my spine and gripped me. The other held the back of my head. I was pinned to him. He kissed me with a ravenous hunger I hadn’t known before and pushed in.I tensed, held my breath, struggled to be involved in the kiss as he shoved balls deep. The dense filling, the stitch of discomfort and the absolute passion behind his force was mind-blowing.Almost immediately he withdrew, barged in again, his balls slapping up against my ass.I crossed my ankles at the base of his back and hung on to him. He seemed so lost in me, so consumed.He set up a wild pace, not letting me shift as he plundered on and on. His need for me, his almost violent want, was hugely erotic. He was grunting, groaning, and his dick, so thick and hungry, dragged deliciously over my G-spot.“Oh, God,” I gasped, breaking the kiss. His body was rubbing against my clit. “I’m going to…” It was building. The pressure of an orgasm growing.“Yes. Come on my dick. My dick that’s just for you now…hard just for you now.”“Now, yes now, forever.” I shut my eyes, the fire inside me raging with need for release.“I fucking love your pussy,” he said, his voice strained. He too was close. “I fucking love my cock in cunt.”“Coben…” I gasped. Orgasm swept through me as his words echoed in my ears.His thrusts grew even wilder. The kitchen table creaked. He squeezed me closer still, trapping me to him.“Ahhh…” He came, spurting into me. “Ahhh, yeah, fucking hell…”My pussy contracted around him. Blissful spasms of release and tingles of pleasure swept through my body.“You’re so perfect,” he murmured against my ear, his breaths loud and hot.“Ditto,” I said, opening my eyes and staring at the white ceiling. My chest was heaving against his as I tried to catch my breath.“I don’t want anything to change us.” He raised his head and looked down at me.“Why would it?” I pushed my hands through his hair and relaxed my toes, which had curled without me realizing.He frowned slightly. “Just that…”“What?”“You know, since we’ve been together I’ve been so happy. I don’t want that to change.”“Me too. Happy, that is. And it won’t change.” I swept my lips over his. “Why would it?”

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My Sexy Saturday

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday and happy Halloween, here's a snippet from my new MMF release Muscling In.



Back cover information...
My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.
Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.

“Me and you and a sexy man with a big, hard dick…” he said, his voice deep and laced with wicked imagery. “Can you imagine that? Four hands, two mouths, two cocks, all worshiping you, Sian? You’d love it. You’d be writhing between us, your body so full of us, stuffed with dick that’s hard just for you…”“Oh, God…” I groaned, hanging on to the last moment before I climaxed.“We’d be a tangled, sweaty mess. So much lust, passion, barely able to control our orgasms.”“I can’t…control…mine.” I came. A wondrous release that burst from my clit, pulsed through my pussy and spread around my ass. The orgasm didn’t end there. It rattled up my spine and I bowed my back as it settled at my nape. From there it went to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes and I clenched my fists and curled my feet.“Ah yeah,” he said, still pushing in and out of me. “Go, babe…”Moist noises, my cum clacking around his fingers, filtered to my ears. I sucked in air, my breasts jutting, and allowed the relief of the climax to seep into my muscles. Relaxing me, making me flop on the bed, my legs now slack and wide.He slowed, then stopped, still lodged high. “I fucking love watching you come.”“Good…” I opened my eyes. “Because…I love coming…with you watching.”He was staring at my pussy, at where he was double penetrating me. His mouth was a little parted, his brow creased.“What?” I asked. “What’s the matter?”“Nothing.” He shook his head. “Just wish I could give you the fantasy. The two cocks.”“Well, maybe we’ll get a toy or something.” I squirmed. “But lets talk about that after you’ve fucked me. Your dick looks ready to explode.”




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Muscling In

My new menage a trois release Muscling In is romping up the Amazon Best Sellers charts!

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My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place. 
Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest. 
Edward Mooreland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping? 
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all. 



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OUT TODAY - Muscling In

My new MMF novel Muscling In is out today!
Back Cover Information
My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.
Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.
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Excerpt from the prologue
“Ah fuck…” Edward said, screwing up his nose. “Get in me. Fuck, I don’t want to come with your fingers.” He stared at Coben. “I want to come with your fucking cock.”“Yes.” Coben withdrew. He quickly shuffled so his cock was lined up with Edward’s hole.Edward drew up his legs, clutching the back of his thighs and tilting his pelvis.The tip of Coben’s slippery cock took aim. Then he slid forward a fraction, relishing the almost impossibly tiny space he was about to ram into.“Do it.”He did. He forged forward, opening Edward around his meaty shaft. The head of his dick disappearing from view. He didn’t pause. He rammed to full depth until their balls slapped together.“Argh…” Edward arched his neck and cried out. “Argh…” Coben quickly whacked his left hand over Edward’s mouth. “Shh…fucking hell, shut up.”Edward stared up at him, his mouth parted behind Coben’s palm, the echoes of the cry trapped. His eyes were wide.Coben smiled, but it was strained. The temptation to just tip into a wild, animalistic fuck was almost too much. “You gonna be quiet?”Edward nodded and shut his eyes. When Coben removed his hand he was panting hard. “So…fucking…good.”“Yes…” Coben withdrew a little, then smoothed back in.A groan rumbled up from Edward’s chest but he kept it contained.“That’s it,” Coben soothed. “Just feel, just enjoy. No rush.”“No rush.” Edward reached for Coben. He pulled him into a kiss and held him close.Coben rocked his hips, loving the feeling of being so deep, of having Edward’s arms and legs wrapped around him. They were almost one person. So close, so together. On and on they kissed, fucked, cocks straining as they held back orgasm. Coben felt like his balls were on fire and as though his skin was alive with hungry need for Edward. He could feel Edward’s cock trapped between their abdomens. It was stiff and bloated, craving release.“It’s time to come,” he said. “I can’t…keep it…in…”“Me neither…come.” Again Edward clasped Coben’s face, holding him still and staring into his eyes. “Come, come in me. Claim me forever.”Those words were Coben’s undoing. Cum gushed from him into Edward. He withdrew, barged back in. More release emptied from him.Ropes of cum slicked between them—Edward’s undoing. They fed off each other, swallowed each other’s moans and grunts of ecstasy. Clung with more fervor to shoulders and faces, limbs tangling with torsos.Coben had never felt so happy. He’d never felt so sad.How could this be the end? How could this sweet sin be so wrong they had to throw in the towel on their relationship?He shut his eyes and held back a tear. This was it. By the time he’d caught his breath the bliss of being inside Edward, the man he’d loved for the last year, would have come to an end.They’d part.Forever.And forever was a long fucking time.