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October 24, 2013
Holy Tours!!!
Boy has it been a busy week!!! Blue Love is on tour great giveaways, amazing reviewers / bloggers the tour is hosted by A Romance Addict and Miss Stephanie has been amazing. I am in awe of what she has done for me and the help and guidance through my very first tour!!! Thank you
Right in the middle Forged book 2 of the Burning Souls series is also on tour. Kari and Cara at A Book Whores Obsession are amazing as always. The bloggers and reviewers who joined this tour are equally as amazing. I do need to say the song and video would not have happened if Kari didn't fix it very last minute for me. BTW she is writing a book, and I am sure it will be AMAZING!!!
Check it out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3Jk_D...
Thank you all!!!
Right in the middle Forged book 2 of the Burning Souls series is also on tour. Kari and Cara at A Book Whores Obsession are amazing as always. The bloggers and reviewers who joined this tour are equally as amazing. I do need to say the song and video would not have happened if Kari didn't fix it very last minute for me. BTW she is writing a book, and I am sure it will be AMAZING!!!
Check it out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3Jk_D...
Thank you all!!!
October 4, 2013
Forged is Live
Hello everyone!! Forged is Live on Amazon and Smashwords. Check it out.
MJ
MJ
October 1, 2013
Wrapped in Silk FREE
On Friday and Saturday Wrapped in Silk will be free on Amazon. In November it will be available on Nook, iBooks and everywhere else. All three books in the series are complete. Enjoy!
September 26, 2013
September 24, 2013
September 9, 2013
A Taste of Cyrus
Chapter 1
I never liked it when the tourist season slowed down on the shore. It meant less business at the shop and more free time on my hands. Idol minds are the devils play yard, that’s what Momma Joe always says. I suppose that’s why we started Forever Steel to begin with. Sure, it brought in more money than the restaurant did, especially this time of year. I buy that-- but with four boys I'm pretty damn sure it also had a hell of a lot more to do with our idol hands than our minds. Pretty sure the idea came about when she caught Zandor with our neighbor’s wife. Funny as shit watching her chase them both out of the garage with that broom.
Zandor's pants were around his ankles as he ran out and Mrs. Betty’s tits were flying in the air. She still had her pants on, so I was confused... nah-- more like curious at first to what REALLY went on in our garage that night. That was until Jase and I overheard her going off about how wrong it was to have sex with a married woman. She was sputtering in half Italian and half English her hands flying everywhere. I remember it like yesterday.
“Momma, I didn’t have sex with her. She was performing fellatio.”
“Where do you learn words like that Aleszandor!”
“In your books, Momma. It’s beautiful-- adoring ones body, and your body being adored. Miss Betty was showing me the art work she had just gotten done, and ...”
“ZANDOR STEEL! Mrs. Betty has the leprechaun from that cereal tattooed on her fake breasts! It’s not art! Now is there something on your penis that she needed to adore?”
“Momma, not to brag but my penis IS a work of art….”
Jase and I were rolling when she pushed through the door and grabbed our ears, mind you we were a bit old for that shit but when your Momma is Josephina Steel-- that don’t matter at all. She dragged us out to the table and sat us down for one of those ‘chats’. Xavier was due home anytime, he was actually late but we convinced her that he had said after nine, not nine.
I never liked it when the tourist season slowed down on the shore. It meant less business at the shop and more free time on my hands. Idol minds are the devils play yard, that’s what Momma Joe always says. I suppose that’s why we started Forever Steel to begin with. Sure, it brought in more money than the restaurant did, especially this time of year. I buy that-- but with four boys I'm pretty damn sure it also had a hell of a lot more to do with our idol hands than our minds. Pretty sure the idea came about when she caught Zandor with our neighbor’s wife. Funny as shit watching her chase them both out of the garage with that broom.
Zandor's pants were around his ankles as he ran out and Mrs. Betty’s tits were flying in the air. She still had her pants on, so I was confused... nah-- more like curious at first to what REALLY went on in our garage that night. That was until Jase and I overheard her going off about how wrong it was to have sex with a married woman. She was sputtering in half Italian and half English her hands flying everywhere. I remember it like yesterday.
“Momma, I didn’t have sex with her. She was performing fellatio.”
“Where do you learn words like that Aleszandor!”
“In your books, Momma. It’s beautiful-- adoring ones body, and your body being adored. Miss Betty was showing me the art work she had just gotten done, and ...”
“ZANDOR STEEL! Mrs. Betty has the leprechaun from that cereal tattooed on her fake breasts! It’s not art! Now is there something on your penis that she needed to adore?”
“Momma, not to brag but my penis IS a work of art….”
Jase and I were rolling when she pushed through the door and grabbed our ears, mind you we were a bit old for that shit but when your Momma is Josephina Steel-- that don’t matter at all. She dragged us out to the table and sat us down for one of those ‘chats’. Xavier was due home anytime, he was actually late but we convinced her that he had said after nine, not nine.
August 30, 2013
JASE AND CARLY Summer Lovin
Available very soon (By tomorrow) JASE and CARLY Summer Lovin' novella!!!
I love to make my readers happy and from time to time surprise them, and this is that time. Sexy, erotic, descriptive, great way too end the summer.
Chapter 1
It had been forever, all right like less than four days, since I had been inside her. I swear to all that is holy, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to become pretty damn holy if this shit keeps up, that if she is gone one more day I am going to take things in my own hands, literally!
When I asked her to marry me she said yes. Of course she said yes, my baby is as head up her ass about me as I am about her, but life has just gotten in the way. Little Bells grandma Charlotte has been bad, real bad. She had been in and out of the hospital on a weekly basis.
Winter turned to spring and now it was the end of summer. When they say time flies– they aren’t fucking kidding. So we continue to push back our wedding day which is cool with me. I already feel like we’re one, and yes I’m very aware of how pussy whipped that makes me sound, my brother’s tell me every chance they get. But there is something about when you find that person, yes, the one that makes everything better.
Cyrus asked me once if I thought it was because I was getting it regular from the same girl, even asked if it was because I had her first, you know like I was feeling territorial over her sweet little pussy. I got pissed at first, what the hell did they not get about the fact that I loved Carly? I mean sure– it was great not having to do the hearts and flowers bullshit but honestly… I never had to before and I was getting it regular then, too. And hell yes that sweet little spot was mine, I would fucking kill anyone who ever touched her but that’s not it man. For her, I want to do the hearts and flowers, for her I want all the romantic dinners and candles and slow dancing. I mean yes, I think about how hard my cock is when her little hips are pushed up against mine swaying to the music, and yes birds fucking chirp when she walks by. So fucking what if that shit’s all true? I like it. Doesn’t make me a pussy…does it?
I hopped out of my car and adjusted myself, yeah I was chubbed up, and thinking about her always did that to me. I reached down to adjust myself and yes that shit felt good but I really needed to remember where I was and who I was now. I reluctantly pulled my hand off my cock and grabbed my suit jacket off of the hanger that now hung in my back seat (yes I was that guy now). I threw it on and buttoned it, which I never do but right now it’s covering up the evidence, evidence that Carly was still not home.
I walked into the once abandoned factory that we had fixed up and made into Steel Industries. Pretty cool that a place that used to produce beverages was ours. We snatched it up and paid the back taxes and now owned it free and clear. It was awesome that we had made it into the most beautiful piece of property in the Jersey shore area and fucking amazing that we now employed over two hundred people who lost their jobs due to Sandy. That bitch.
The doors opened automatically, an upgrade Abe insisted on. I nodded hello to the receptionist who blushed every time I walked through the door. This morning I was feeling my oats, so I gave her a wink. That woman almost fell out of her chair. I may be pussy whipped but I still got it. I had to laugh but waited to do so after the elevator door closed behind me. I am big shit around here, so I can’t act like a complete ass.
Abe is my best friend, and the man who I owe my left nut to for introducing me to his cousin Carly a few years back. He and I had been through everything together, brothers in every way except for blood. He and I met during the worst time of my life. Charlee died giving birth to our Little Bell when we were too fucking young. When her parents told me I wasn’t good enough I busted my ass and went to NYU where I met Abe. I was getting shit together for my girl when they up and moved to Denver and it nearly did me in. My parents spent every dime on lawyers; they even sold our home and downgraded to obtain better legal services. I stopped attending classes, I gave up on everything. Then Dad died helping rescue people during the fucking hurricane. I swear to God above I didn’t give a shit about anything except my family, Abe, and the little girl I would never know.
Yes, I believe in God. I’m half Italian, raised catholic. No I may not be perfect but JC knows what’s in my heart. He also knows that I’ll do whatever Josephina Steel, aka: Momma Joe tells me to do, within reason of course. We had a very heated debate after the engagement about me and Bella staying put until we were officially married. I laughed and she gave me the look. You know the one only a Mom can give. Still wasn’t going to happen and then Momma laid it on using her thickest Italian accent to drive her point home.
‘So when Bella wants to move in with a man it’ll be alight with you?’ I told her it would happen someday and I would have to look back on this conversation and let her go. ‘So without a ring and a commitment between her and God, she lives with a man and then things don’t work out and she leaves and then moves in with someone else, that’ll be okay with you?’ I assured her it wouldn’t be. ‘She will find someone like you once were Jase, young women always do and then when she has been used up by…’ That was all it took. The thought of Little Bell being ….I can’t even think about it let alone say it. Carly agreed with her immediately and from that day on, the three of us sat in church next to Momma Joe every weekend. Carly soaked it all in, she thought it was beautiful, the ceremonial
I still smiled when I see my office door — Jase Steel, President. Who would have thought this shit would ever happen? I certainly wouldn’t have. I loved being a tattoo artist almost as much as I love my dick inside Carly. Damn I miss her. I slammed my door behind me and cursed.
Little Bell had begged to go to dance camp this week and I agreed that she could go, but not spending the entire week. I told her I’d sneak her in before her camp mates woke up. I tried to make her feel sorry for me, laying it on thick like Momma Joe. I told her how lonely I would be without her, even used an Italian accent. She stomped her little foot and tossed her long thick locks around using her own version of an Italian accent. Carly sided with her of course, you know I am woman… hear me roar!, and all that liberal Independent woman shit. I walked away from a fight I pretty much knew I would lose if I had to fight both of them. After a heated debate with the seven year old dictator, I caved and she was spending the next two nights with the people in her life who she now believes know more than I do. I was alright with it and yes… I had my people do some investigating on who she would be around. I also have money and power now so tonight the campers– all two hundred of them, get an ass-kicking pizza and sundae party and the heavily tipped, thoroughly investigated counselor stays awake watching over my child ensuring her safety.
I sat at my desk and thumbed through her last message.
-conference over staying one more night hope you don’t mind, book club tomorrow and I miss them…C
I responded in living color
-Not okay, I fucking miss you…J
-I fucking miss you too. I also love you very much, Jase Steel…C
Damn she is sweet and yeah I fucked up by not saying I love you but when you’re full of pent up frustration sometimes you can’t see straight. I need to fucking get off.
I sat back at my desk and looked down and laughed at myself. I wasn’t sixteen anymore and the prince needed to learn how to prioritize as well. “You fucking got that?” I said scolding my dick.
I was determined to push Carly in the back of my mind and get some work done. I hadn’t been back to Italy in months, Dom had shit under control. And as much as I hated to admit it Zandor’s Casino project was coming along more amazingly than I thought it would. I hate to admit it but he had his shit together more than I possible could have imagined.
Well, after the first threat of a sexual harassment lawsuit came, Abe flew out as soon as he heard the news that it was a great possibility. He sat down with Zandor and although it was a bullshit case, easily dismissed by video surveillance, he made Zandor sit through all sorts of videos on Sexual Harassment. Zandor flew off the handle and called me bitching about Abe and screaming about how fucked up it was that I sent him.
After that call, I called Abe and flipped out on him. The fucker had not even told me. I reamed him a new ass as he sat on the other end of the line and took it. When I was done he lit into me about the fact that I would’ve done more harm than good, and that because Charlotte was in the hospital, he was doing me a favor. Zandor was gone for a week. I had no idea where he was but I assumed he was fucking his way around Italy.
When he finally returned my call he was a totally different dude. He took my shit, even apologized and promised to do a much better job. When I checked up on him by way of talking to the general contractor, Salvatore would tell me he was a prick to work for. Apparently he micro managed the hell out of everything, and he was more demanding than his wife. I sent Sal tickets to a soccer championship game and put he and his wife up for a long weekend which cooled him down a bit. Probably because he was getting laid. Which fucking reminds me– Carly better get her ass back here soon or I was going to fucking loose it.
After many hours on the phone and sitting through meetings I returned back to my office and sat back in my chair. I looked at a picture of my girls and I on the beach at the beginning of the summer and smiled. Damn, how life had changed. My phone went off and I smiled seeing a picture of Carly on it and picked it up.
“Hey,” I answered trying to sound relaxed instead of what I really was.
“Whatcha doin?” damn her voice was sweet.
“Just finishing up here for the day,” I stood up and sat on the edge of my desk and grabbed the photo and rubbed my thumb over her breast, “Did you feel that?”
“Feel what?” she laughed.
“I’m playing with your tits baby, a photo of them of course, because you’re not home. Actually I’m about ready to fly out there and drag your hot little ass home by your hair because I miss the hell out of you.”
“You miss me?” she giggled and that sound hit me right in the junk.
“You have no fucking idea how much.”
“Well I was thinking I’d like to stay one more day, Jase …”
“Nope, N-O, that’s not going to happen, Baby. Do you have any idea how much I need you right now?”
“I need you too, Jase.”
“Carly I swear to God I’m gonna fly out there. Little Bell is at that camp for two nights…”
“I promise I’ll be there to pick her up, you…”
“You better be pulling my leg Carly because one more night may be doable but two is not fucking cool, not cool at all.”
She laughed at me, which pissed me off and made me even harder.
“You may think it’s funny right now but when you get here I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. With the amount of shit stored in my balls I may possibly blow that pretty little head right off of you.”
“Jase, I think you’re over-reacting.”
Now that pissed me off a touch, “Get home now!”
“How well do you think that’s going to work for you, Jase Steel?”
The tone in her voice was a bit too amused to be angry, but I should really try not to press my luck here.
“Besides I’ll be of no use to you for a few days, I have my period, Jase,” she was smiling I knew she was.
“Well that sucks but again, that’s your hang up. I want my red wings Baby.”
“That’s disgusting,” she laughed.
“Fine, when did it start?”
“Just now, made me think of you that’s why I called.”
“Your period made you think of me!”
Carly laughed, “Sure did.”
“What about that shot you got Carly? Wasn’t that supposed to stop that from happening?”
“It does but the uterus needs to shed its lining once in…”
“Please don’t,” I know I sounded like I was begging.
“Don’t what?”
“I don’t want to hear about shit shedding and coming out of that pink sweet…”
“Are you hard, Jase?” her voice purred in my each taking me from chub to steel.
“Yeah I am Carly, fuck,” I was going to fucking lose my shit all over my pants.
“Do me a favor?”
“No,” I had to clear my throat, “You come home and I’ll do you and then any favor you ask.”
“Would you start at my feet?”
Damn you Carly and the direct line from your mouth to my cock, “Uh huh?”
“You at your desk?”
“Yeah Baby, I am.” Pussy whipped. I was done for.
“Turn on some soft music and lock your door.”
“Baby I’m not fucking taking this shit well, so whatever you’re trying to prove here…”
“I can’t take it anymore Jase, I’m so wet for you.”
“What the hell are you trying to do to me?” My voice hitched so now I am pussy whipped and fucking weak.
“Right now I’m waiting to hear a door lock and the soft music filling your office. Then I am going to pretend I am on your desk, spread wide for you…”
“Music locked, door turned on,” she giggled and I realized what I had said but I did what she asked because right now I was her bitch and I really didn’t give a fuck who knew, “SO help me God Carly this is between you and I.” Okay so apparently I cared but right now I was shedding the pants.
“Lose the pants, Steel.”
“Lost,” It was real hard to breathe right now and even harder staying in the moment with Carly telling me what to do knowing it was completely against who I am sexually. “I can’t do this Baby, I want to, I really fucking want to but…”
“My hands are moving up my skirt Jase, and in my head it’s your hand. Wrap your hand around your thick hard…”
“Carly, you’re going to pay for this shit,” I did exact what she asked.
“Softer Jase, take it slow for me– I want to enjoy every thick hard…”
Her voice was muffled, she was whispering and then the line went dead.
No.
Fucking.
Way.
I threw myself back in my black leather chair and rested my feet on the cherry file cabinet behind my desk. I looked down and let go of my extremely hard cock and shrugged. I could easily stroke myself off and finish the job, but I was so worked up and now…I was pissed.
I love to make my readers happy and from time to time surprise them, and this is that time. Sexy, erotic, descriptive, great way too end the summer.
Chapter 1
It had been forever, all right like less than four days, since I had been inside her. I swear to all that is holy, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to become pretty damn holy if this shit keeps up, that if she is gone one more day I am going to take things in my own hands, literally!
When I asked her to marry me she said yes. Of course she said yes, my baby is as head up her ass about me as I am about her, but life has just gotten in the way. Little Bells grandma Charlotte has been bad, real bad. She had been in and out of the hospital on a weekly basis.
Winter turned to spring and now it was the end of summer. When they say time flies– they aren’t fucking kidding. So we continue to push back our wedding day which is cool with me. I already feel like we’re one, and yes I’m very aware of how pussy whipped that makes me sound, my brother’s tell me every chance they get. But there is something about when you find that person, yes, the one that makes everything better.
Cyrus asked me once if I thought it was because I was getting it regular from the same girl, even asked if it was because I had her first, you know like I was feeling territorial over her sweet little pussy. I got pissed at first, what the hell did they not get about the fact that I loved Carly? I mean sure– it was great not having to do the hearts and flowers bullshit but honestly… I never had to before and I was getting it regular then, too. And hell yes that sweet little spot was mine, I would fucking kill anyone who ever touched her but that’s not it man. For her, I want to do the hearts and flowers, for her I want all the romantic dinners and candles and slow dancing. I mean yes, I think about how hard my cock is when her little hips are pushed up against mine swaying to the music, and yes birds fucking chirp when she walks by. So fucking what if that shit’s all true? I like it. Doesn’t make me a pussy…does it?
I hopped out of my car and adjusted myself, yeah I was chubbed up, and thinking about her always did that to me. I reached down to adjust myself and yes that shit felt good but I really needed to remember where I was and who I was now. I reluctantly pulled my hand off my cock and grabbed my suit jacket off of the hanger that now hung in my back seat (yes I was that guy now). I threw it on and buttoned it, which I never do but right now it’s covering up the evidence, evidence that Carly was still not home.
I walked into the once abandoned factory that we had fixed up and made into Steel Industries. Pretty cool that a place that used to produce beverages was ours. We snatched it up and paid the back taxes and now owned it free and clear. It was awesome that we had made it into the most beautiful piece of property in the Jersey shore area and fucking amazing that we now employed over two hundred people who lost their jobs due to Sandy. That bitch.
The doors opened automatically, an upgrade Abe insisted on. I nodded hello to the receptionist who blushed every time I walked through the door. This morning I was feeling my oats, so I gave her a wink. That woman almost fell out of her chair. I may be pussy whipped but I still got it. I had to laugh but waited to do so after the elevator door closed behind me. I am big shit around here, so I can’t act like a complete ass.
Abe is my best friend, and the man who I owe my left nut to for introducing me to his cousin Carly a few years back. He and I had been through everything together, brothers in every way except for blood. He and I met during the worst time of my life. Charlee died giving birth to our Little Bell when we were too fucking young. When her parents told me I wasn’t good enough I busted my ass and went to NYU where I met Abe. I was getting shit together for my girl when they up and moved to Denver and it nearly did me in. My parents spent every dime on lawyers; they even sold our home and downgraded to obtain better legal services. I stopped attending classes, I gave up on everything. Then Dad died helping rescue people during the fucking hurricane. I swear to God above I didn’t give a shit about anything except my family, Abe, and the little girl I would never know.
Yes, I believe in God. I’m half Italian, raised catholic. No I may not be perfect but JC knows what’s in my heart. He also knows that I’ll do whatever Josephina Steel, aka: Momma Joe tells me to do, within reason of course. We had a very heated debate after the engagement about me and Bella staying put until we were officially married. I laughed and she gave me the look. You know the one only a Mom can give. Still wasn’t going to happen and then Momma laid it on using her thickest Italian accent to drive her point home.
‘So when Bella wants to move in with a man it’ll be alight with you?’ I told her it would happen someday and I would have to look back on this conversation and let her go. ‘So without a ring and a commitment between her and God, she lives with a man and then things don’t work out and she leaves and then moves in with someone else, that’ll be okay with you?’ I assured her it wouldn’t be. ‘She will find someone like you once were Jase, young women always do and then when she has been used up by…’ That was all it took. The thought of Little Bell being ….I can’t even think about it let alone say it. Carly agreed with her immediately and from that day on, the three of us sat in church next to Momma Joe every weekend. Carly soaked it all in, she thought it was beautiful, the ceremonial
I still smiled when I see my office door — Jase Steel, President. Who would have thought this shit would ever happen? I certainly wouldn’t have. I loved being a tattoo artist almost as much as I love my dick inside Carly. Damn I miss her. I slammed my door behind me and cursed.
Little Bell had begged to go to dance camp this week and I agreed that she could go, but not spending the entire week. I told her I’d sneak her in before her camp mates woke up. I tried to make her feel sorry for me, laying it on thick like Momma Joe. I told her how lonely I would be without her, even used an Italian accent. She stomped her little foot and tossed her long thick locks around using her own version of an Italian accent. Carly sided with her of course, you know I am woman… hear me roar!, and all that liberal Independent woman shit. I walked away from a fight I pretty much knew I would lose if I had to fight both of them. After a heated debate with the seven year old dictator, I caved and she was spending the next two nights with the people in her life who she now believes know more than I do. I was alright with it and yes… I had my people do some investigating on who she would be around. I also have money and power now so tonight the campers– all two hundred of them, get an ass-kicking pizza and sundae party and the heavily tipped, thoroughly investigated counselor stays awake watching over my child ensuring her safety.
I sat at my desk and thumbed through her last message.
-conference over staying one more night hope you don’t mind, book club tomorrow and I miss them…C
I responded in living color
-Not okay, I fucking miss you…J
-I fucking miss you too. I also love you very much, Jase Steel…C
Damn she is sweet and yeah I fucked up by not saying I love you but when you’re full of pent up frustration sometimes you can’t see straight. I need to fucking get off.
I sat back at my desk and looked down and laughed at myself. I wasn’t sixteen anymore and the prince needed to learn how to prioritize as well. “You fucking got that?” I said scolding my dick.
I was determined to push Carly in the back of my mind and get some work done. I hadn’t been back to Italy in months, Dom had shit under control. And as much as I hated to admit it Zandor’s Casino project was coming along more amazingly than I thought it would. I hate to admit it but he had his shit together more than I possible could have imagined.
Well, after the first threat of a sexual harassment lawsuit came, Abe flew out as soon as he heard the news that it was a great possibility. He sat down with Zandor and although it was a bullshit case, easily dismissed by video surveillance, he made Zandor sit through all sorts of videos on Sexual Harassment. Zandor flew off the handle and called me bitching about Abe and screaming about how fucked up it was that I sent him.
After that call, I called Abe and flipped out on him. The fucker had not even told me. I reamed him a new ass as he sat on the other end of the line and took it. When I was done he lit into me about the fact that I would’ve done more harm than good, and that because Charlotte was in the hospital, he was doing me a favor. Zandor was gone for a week. I had no idea where he was but I assumed he was fucking his way around Italy.
When he finally returned my call he was a totally different dude. He took my shit, even apologized and promised to do a much better job. When I checked up on him by way of talking to the general contractor, Salvatore would tell me he was a prick to work for. Apparently he micro managed the hell out of everything, and he was more demanding than his wife. I sent Sal tickets to a soccer championship game and put he and his wife up for a long weekend which cooled him down a bit. Probably because he was getting laid. Which fucking reminds me– Carly better get her ass back here soon or I was going to fucking loose it.
After many hours on the phone and sitting through meetings I returned back to my office and sat back in my chair. I looked at a picture of my girls and I on the beach at the beginning of the summer and smiled. Damn, how life had changed. My phone went off and I smiled seeing a picture of Carly on it and picked it up.
“Hey,” I answered trying to sound relaxed instead of what I really was.
“Whatcha doin?” damn her voice was sweet.
“Just finishing up here for the day,” I stood up and sat on the edge of my desk and grabbed the photo and rubbed my thumb over her breast, “Did you feel that?”
“Feel what?” she laughed.
“I’m playing with your tits baby, a photo of them of course, because you’re not home. Actually I’m about ready to fly out there and drag your hot little ass home by your hair because I miss the hell out of you.”
“You miss me?” she giggled and that sound hit me right in the junk.
“You have no fucking idea how much.”
“Well I was thinking I’d like to stay one more day, Jase …”
“Nope, N-O, that’s not going to happen, Baby. Do you have any idea how much I need you right now?”
“I need you too, Jase.”
“Carly I swear to God I’m gonna fly out there. Little Bell is at that camp for two nights…”
“I promise I’ll be there to pick her up, you…”
“You better be pulling my leg Carly because one more night may be doable but two is not fucking cool, not cool at all.”
She laughed at me, which pissed me off and made me even harder.
“You may think it’s funny right now but when you get here I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. With the amount of shit stored in my balls I may possibly blow that pretty little head right off of you.”
“Jase, I think you’re over-reacting.”
Now that pissed me off a touch, “Get home now!”
“How well do you think that’s going to work for you, Jase Steel?”
The tone in her voice was a bit too amused to be angry, but I should really try not to press my luck here.
“Besides I’ll be of no use to you for a few days, I have my period, Jase,” she was smiling I knew she was.
“Well that sucks but again, that’s your hang up. I want my red wings Baby.”
“That’s disgusting,” she laughed.
“Fine, when did it start?”
“Just now, made me think of you that’s why I called.”
“Your period made you think of me!”
Carly laughed, “Sure did.”
“What about that shot you got Carly? Wasn’t that supposed to stop that from happening?”
“It does but the uterus needs to shed its lining once in…”
“Please don’t,” I know I sounded like I was begging.
“Don’t what?”
“I don’t want to hear about shit shedding and coming out of that pink sweet…”
“Are you hard, Jase?” her voice purred in my each taking me from chub to steel.
“Yeah I am Carly, fuck,” I was going to fucking lose my shit all over my pants.
“Do me a favor?”
“No,” I had to clear my throat, “You come home and I’ll do you and then any favor you ask.”
“Would you start at my feet?”
Damn you Carly and the direct line from your mouth to my cock, “Uh huh?”
“You at your desk?”
“Yeah Baby, I am.” Pussy whipped. I was done for.
“Turn on some soft music and lock your door.”
“Baby I’m not fucking taking this shit well, so whatever you’re trying to prove here…”
“I can’t take it anymore Jase, I’m so wet for you.”
“What the hell are you trying to do to me?” My voice hitched so now I am pussy whipped and fucking weak.
“Right now I’m waiting to hear a door lock and the soft music filling your office. Then I am going to pretend I am on your desk, spread wide for you…”
“Music locked, door turned on,” she giggled and I realized what I had said but I did what she asked because right now I was her bitch and I really didn’t give a fuck who knew, “SO help me God Carly this is between you and I.” Okay so apparently I cared but right now I was shedding the pants.
“Lose the pants, Steel.”
“Lost,” It was real hard to breathe right now and even harder staying in the moment with Carly telling me what to do knowing it was completely against who I am sexually. “I can’t do this Baby, I want to, I really fucking want to but…”
“My hands are moving up my skirt Jase, and in my head it’s your hand. Wrap your hand around your thick hard…”
“Carly, you’re going to pay for this shit,” I did exact what she asked.
“Softer Jase, take it slow for me– I want to enjoy every thick hard…”
Her voice was muffled, she was whispering and then the line went dead.
No.
Fucking.
Way.
I threw myself back in my black leather chair and rested my feet on the cherry file cabinet behind my desk. I looked down and let go of my extremely hard cock and shrugged. I could easily stroke myself off and finish the job, but I was so worked up and now…I was pissed.
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Chapter 1
It had been forever, all right like less than four days, since I had been inside her. I swear to all that is holy, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to become pretty damn holy if this shit keeps up, that if she is gone one more day I am going to take things in my own hands, literally!
When I asked her to marry me she said yes. Of course she said yes, my baby is as head up her ass about me as I am about her, but life has just gotten in the way. Little Bells grandma Charlotte has been bad, real bad. She had been in and out of the hospital on a weekly basis.
Winter turned to spring and now it was the end of summer. When they say time flies– they aren’t fucking kidding. So we continue to push back our wedding day which is cool with me. I already feel like we’re one, and yes I’m very aware of how pussy whipped that makes me sound, my brother’s tell me every chance they get. But there is something about when you find that person, yes, the one that makes everything better.
Cyrus asked me once if I thought it was because I was getting it regular from the same girl, even asked if it was because I had her first, you know like I was feeling territorial over her sweet little pussy. I got pissed at first, what the hell did they not get about the fact that I loved Carly? I mean sure– it was great not having to do the hearts and flowers bullshit but honestly… I never had to before and I was getting it regular then, too. And hell yes that sweet little spot was mine, I would fucking kill anyone who ever touched her but that’s not it man. For her, I want to do the hearts and flowers, for her I want all the romantic dinners and candles and slow dancing. I mean yes, I think about how hard my cock is when her little hips are pushed up against mine swaying to the music, and yes birds fucking chirp when she walks by. So fucking what if that shit’s all true? I like it. Doesn’t make me a pussy…does it?
I hopped out of my car and adjusted myself, yeah I was chubbed up, and thinking about her always did that to me. I reached down to adjust myself and yes that shit felt good but I really needed to remember where I was and who I was now. I reluctantly pulled my hand off my cock and grabbed my suit jacket off of the hanger that now hung in my back seat (yes I was that guy now). I threw it on and buttoned it, which I never do but right now it’s covering up the evidence, evidence that Carly was still not home.
I walked into the once abandoned factory that we had fixed up and made into Steel Industries. Pretty cool that a place that used to produce beverages was ours. We snatched it up and paid the back taxes and now owned it free and clear. It was awesome that we had made it into the most beautiful piece of property in the Jersey shore area and fucking amazing that we now employed over two hundred people who lost their jobs due to Sandy. That bitch.
The doors opened automatically, an upgrade Abe insisted on. I nodded hello to the receptionist who blushed every time I walked through the door. This morning I was feeling my oats, so I gave her a wink. That woman almost fell out of her chair. I may be pussy whipped but I still got it. I had to laugh but waited to do so after the elevator door closed behind me. I am big shit around here, so I can’t act like a complete ass.
Abe is my best friend, and the man who I owe my left nut to for introducing me to his cousin Carly a few years back. He and I had been through everything together, brothers in every way except for blood. He and I met during the worst time of my life. Charlee died giving birth to our Little Bell when we were too fucking young. When her parents told me I wasn’t good enough I busted my ass and went to NYU where I met Abe. I was getting shit together for my girl when they up and moved to Denver and it nearly did me in. My parents spent every dime on lawyers; they even sold our home and downgraded to obtain better legal services. I stopped attending classes, I gave up on everything. Then Dad died helping rescue people during the fucking hurricane. I swear to God above I didn’t give a shit about anything except my family, Abe, and the little girl I would never know.
Yes, I believe in God. I’m half Italian, raised catholic. No I may not be perfect but JC knows what’s in my heart. He also knows that I’ll do whatever Josephina Steel, aka: Momma Joe tells me to do, within reason of course. We had a very heated debate after the engagement about me and Bella staying put until we were officially married. I laughed and she gave me the look. You know the one only a Mom can give. Still wasn’t going to happen and then Momma laid it on using her thickest Italian accent to drive her point home.
‘So when Bella wants to move in with a man it’ll be alight with you?’ I told her it would happen someday and I would have to look back on this conversation and let her go. ‘So without a ring and a commitment between her and God, she lives with a man and then things don’t work out and she leaves and then moves in with someone else, that’ll be okay with you?’ I assured her it wouldn’t be. ‘She will find someone like you once were Jase, young women always do and then when she has been used up by…’ That was all it took. The thought of Little Bell being ….I can’t even think about it let alone say it. Carly agreed with her immediately and from that day on, the three of us sat in church next to Momma Joe every weekend. Carly soaked it all in, she thought it was beautiful, the ceremonial
I still smiled when I see my office door — Jase Steel, President. Who would have thought this shit would ever happen? I certainly wouldn’t have. I loved being a tattoo artist almost as much as I love my dick inside Carly. Damn I miss her. I slammed my door behind me and cursed.
Little Bell had begged to go to dance camp this week and I agreed that she could go, but not spending the entire week. I told her I’d sneak her in before her camp mates woke up. I tried to make her feel sorry for me, laying it on thick like Momma Joe. I told her how lonely I would be without her, even used an Italian accent. She stomped her little foot and tossed her long thick locks around using her own version of an Italian accent. Carly sided with her of course, you know I am woman… hear me roar!, and all that liberal Independent woman shit. I walked away from a fight I pretty much knew I would lose if I had to fight both of them. After a heated debate with the seven year old dictator, I caved and she was spending the next two nights with the people in her life who she now believes know more than I do. I was alright with it and yes… I had my people do some investigating on who she would be around. I also have money and power now so tonight the campers– all two hundred of them, get an ass-kicking pizza and sundae party and the heavily tipped, thoroughly investigated counselor stays awake watching over my child ensuring her safety.
I sat at my desk and thumbed through her last message.
-conference over staying one more night hope you don’t mind, book club tomorrow and I miss them…C
I responded in living color
-Not okay, I fucking miss you…J
-I fucking miss you too. I also love you very much, Jase Steel…C
Damn she is sweet and yeah I fucked up by not saying I love you but when you’re full of pent up frustration sometimes you can’t see straight. I need to fucking get off.
I sat back at my desk and looked down and laughed at myself. I wasn’t sixteen anymore and the prince needed to learn how to prioritize as well. “You fucking got that?” I said scolding my dick.
I was determined to push Carly in the back of my mind and get some work done. I hadn’t been back to Italy in months, Dom had shit under control. And as much as I hated to admit it Zandor’s Casino project was coming along more amazingly than I thought it would. I hate to admit it but he had his shit together more than I possible could have imagined.
Well, after the first threat of a sexual harassment lawsuit came, Abe flew out as soon as he heard the news that it was a great possibility. He sat down with Zandor and although it was a bullshit case, easily dismissed by video surveillance, he made Zandor sit through all sorts of videos on Sexual Harassment. Zandor flew off the handle and called me bitching about Abe and screaming about how fucked up it was that I sent him.
After that call, I called Abe and flipped out on him. The fucker had not even told me. I reamed him a new ass as he sat on the other end of the line and took it. When I was done he lit into me about the fact that I would’ve done more harm than good, and that because Charlotte was in the hospital, he was doing me a favor. Zandor was gone for a week. I had no idea where he was but I assumed he was fucking his way around Italy.
When he finally returned my call he was a totally different dude. He took my shit, even apologized and promised to do a much better job. When I checked up on him by way of talking to the general contractor, Salvatore would tell me he was a prick to work for. Apparently he micro managed the hell out of everything, and he was more demanding than his wife. I sent Sal tickets to a soccer championship game and put he and his wife up for a long weekend which cooled him down a bit. Probably because he was getting laid. Which fucking reminds me– Carly better get her ass back here soon or I was going to fucking loose it.
After many hours on the phone and sitting through meetings I returned back to my office and sat back in my chair. I looked at a picture of my girls and I on the beach at the beginning of the summer and smiled. Damn, how life had changed. My phone went off and I smiled seeing a picture of Carly on it and picked it up.
“Hey,” I answered trying to sound relaxed instead of what I really was.
“Whatcha doin?” damn her voice was sweet.
“Just finishing up here for the day,” I stood up and sat on the edge of my desk and grabbed the photo and rubbed my thumb over her breast, “Did you feel that?”
“Feel what?” she laughed.
“I’m playing with your tits baby, a photo of them of course, because you’re not home. Actually I’m about ready to fly out there and drag your hot little ass home by your hair because I miss the hell out of you.”
“You miss me?” she giggled and that sound hit me right in the junk.
“You have no fucking idea how much.”
“Well I was thinking I’d like to stay one more day, Jase …”
“Nope, N-O, that’s not going to happen, Baby. Do you have any idea how much I need you right now?”
“I need you too, Jase.”
“Carly I swear to God I’m gonna fly out there. Little Bell is at that camp for two nights…”
“I promise I’ll be there to pick her up, you…”
“You better be pulling my leg Carly because one more night may be doable but two is not fucking cool, not cool at all.”
She laughed at me, which pissed me off and made me even harder.
“You may think it’s funny right now but when you get here I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. With the amount of shit stored in my balls I may possibly blow that pretty little head right off of you.”
“Jase, I think you’re over-reacting.”
Now that pissed me off a touch, “Get home now!”
“How well do you think that’s going to work for you, Jase Steel?”
The tone in her voice was a bit too amused to be angry, but I should really try not to press my luck here.
“Besides I’ll be of no use to you for a few days, I have my period, Jase,” she was smiling I knew she was.
“Well that sucks but again, that’s your hang up. I want my red wings Baby.”
“That’s disgusting,” she laughed.
“Fine, when did it start?”
“Just now, made me think of you that’s why I called.”
“Your period made you think of me!”
Carly laughed, “Sure did.”
“What about that shot you got Carly? Wasn’t that supposed to stop that from happening?”
“It does but the uterus needs to shed its lining once in…”
“Please don’t,” I know I sounded like I was begging.
“Don’t what?”
“I don’t want to hear about shit shedding and coming out of that pink sweet…”
“Are you hard, Jase?” her voice purred in my each taking me from chub to steel.
“Yeah I am Carly, fuck,” I was going to fucking lose my shit all over my pants.
“Do me a favor?”
“No,” I had to clear my throat, “You come home and I’ll do you and then any favor you ask.”
“Would you start at my feet?”
Damn you Carly and the direct line from your mouth to my cock, “Uh huh?”
“You at your desk?”
“Yeah Baby, I am.” Pussy whipped. I was done for.
“Turn on some soft music and lock your door.”
“Baby I’m not fucking taking this shit well, so whatever you’re trying to prove here…”
“I can’t take it anymore Jase, I’m so wet for you.”
“What the hell are you trying to do to me?” My voice hitched so now I am pussy whipped and fucking weak.
“Right now I’m waiting to hear a door lock and the soft music filling your office. Then I am going to pretend I am on your desk, spread wide for you…”
“Music locked, door turned on,” she giggled and I realized what I had said but I did what she asked because right now I was her bitch and I really didn’t give a fuck who knew, “SO help me God Carly this is between you and I.” Okay so apparently I cared but right now I was shedding the pants.
“Lose the pants, Steel.”
“Lost,” It was real hard to breathe right now and even harder staying in the moment with Carly telling me what to do knowing it was completely against who I am sexually. “I can’t do this Baby, I want to, I really fucking want to but…”
“My hands are moving up my skirt Jase, and in my head it’s your hand. Wrap your hand around your thick hard…”
“Carly, you’re going to pay for this shit,” I did exact what she asked.
“Softer Jase, take it slow for me– I want to enjoy every thick hard…”
Her voice was muffled, she was whispering and then the line went dead.
No.
Fucking.
Way.
I threw myself back in my black leather chair and rested my feet on the cherry file cabinet behind my desk. I looked down and let go of my extremely hard cock and shrugged. I could easily stroke myself off and finish the job, but I was so worked up and now…I was pissed.
I love to make my readers happy and from time to time surprise them, and this is that time. Sexy, erotic, descriptive, great way too end the summer.
Chapter 1
It had been forever, all right like less than four days, since I had been inside her. I swear to all that is holy, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to become pretty damn holy if this shit keeps up, that if she is gone one more day I am going to take things in my own hands, literally!
When I asked her to marry me she said yes. Of course she said yes, my baby is as head up her ass about me as I am about her, but life has just gotten in the way. Little Bells grandma Charlotte has been bad, real bad. She had been in and out of the hospital on a weekly basis.
Winter turned to spring and now it was the end of summer. When they say time flies– they aren’t fucking kidding. So we continue to push back our wedding day which is cool with me. I already feel like we’re one, and yes I’m very aware of how pussy whipped that makes me sound, my brother’s tell me every chance they get. But there is something about when you find that person, yes, the one that makes everything better.
Cyrus asked me once if I thought it was because I was getting it regular from the same girl, even asked if it was because I had her first, you know like I was feeling territorial over her sweet little pussy. I got pissed at first, what the hell did they not get about the fact that I loved Carly? I mean sure– it was great not having to do the hearts and flowers bullshit but honestly… I never had to before and I was getting it regular then, too. And hell yes that sweet little spot was mine, I would fucking kill anyone who ever touched her but that’s not it man. For her, I want to do the hearts and flowers, for her I want all the romantic dinners and candles and slow dancing. I mean yes, I think about how hard my cock is when her little hips are pushed up against mine swaying to the music, and yes birds fucking chirp when she walks by. So fucking what if that shit’s all true? I like it. Doesn’t make me a pussy…does it?
I hopped out of my car and adjusted myself, yeah I was chubbed up, and thinking about her always did that to me. I reached down to adjust myself and yes that shit felt good but I really needed to remember where I was and who I was now. I reluctantly pulled my hand off my cock and grabbed my suit jacket off of the hanger that now hung in my back seat (yes I was that guy now). I threw it on and buttoned it, which I never do but right now it’s covering up the evidence, evidence that Carly was still not home.
I walked into the once abandoned factory that we had fixed up and made into Steel Industries. Pretty cool that a place that used to produce beverages was ours. We snatched it up and paid the back taxes and now owned it free and clear. It was awesome that we had made it into the most beautiful piece of property in the Jersey shore area and fucking amazing that we now employed over two hundred people who lost their jobs due to Sandy. That bitch.
The doors opened automatically, an upgrade Abe insisted on. I nodded hello to the receptionist who blushed every time I walked through the door. This morning I was feeling my oats, so I gave her a wink. That woman almost fell out of her chair. I may be pussy whipped but I still got it. I had to laugh but waited to do so after the elevator door closed behind me. I am big shit around here, so I can’t act like a complete ass.
Abe is my best friend, and the man who I owe my left nut to for introducing me to his cousin Carly a few years back. He and I had been through everything together, brothers in every way except for blood. He and I met during the worst time of my life. Charlee died giving birth to our Little Bell when we were too fucking young. When her parents told me I wasn’t good enough I busted my ass and went to NYU where I met Abe. I was getting shit together for my girl when they up and moved to Denver and it nearly did me in. My parents spent every dime on lawyers; they even sold our home and downgraded to obtain better legal services. I stopped attending classes, I gave up on everything. Then Dad died helping rescue people during the fucking hurricane. I swear to God above I didn’t give a shit about anything except my family, Abe, and the little girl I would never know.
Yes, I believe in God. I’m half Italian, raised catholic. No I may not be perfect but JC knows what’s in my heart. He also knows that I’ll do whatever Josephina Steel, aka: Momma Joe tells me to do, within reason of course. We had a very heated debate after the engagement about me and Bella staying put until we were officially married. I laughed and she gave me the look. You know the one only a Mom can give. Still wasn’t going to happen and then Momma laid it on using her thickest Italian accent to drive her point home.
‘So when Bella wants to move in with a man it’ll be alight with you?’ I told her it would happen someday and I would have to look back on this conversation and let her go. ‘So without a ring and a commitment between her and God, she lives with a man and then things don’t work out and she leaves and then moves in with someone else, that’ll be okay with you?’ I assured her it wouldn’t be. ‘She will find someone like you once were Jase, young women always do and then when she has been used up by…’ That was all it took. The thought of Little Bell being ….I can’t even think about it let alone say it. Carly agreed with her immediately and from that day on, the three of us sat in church next to Momma Joe every weekend. Carly soaked it all in, she thought it was beautiful, the ceremonial
I still smiled when I see my office door — Jase Steel, President. Who would have thought this shit would ever happen? I certainly wouldn’t have. I loved being a tattoo artist almost as much as I love my dick inside Carly. Damn I miss her. I slammed my door behind me and cursed.
Little Bell had begged to go to dance camp this week and I agreed that she could go, but not spending the entire week. I told her I’d sneak her in before her camp mates woke up. I tried to make her feel sorry for me, laying it on thick like Momma Joe. I told her how lonely I would be without her, even used an Italian accent. She stomped her little foot and tossed her long thick locks around using her own version of an Italian accent. Carly sided with her of course, you know I am woman… hear me roar!, and all that liberal Independent woman shit. I walked away from a fight I pretty much knew I would lose if I had to fight both of them. After a heated debate with the seven year old dictator, I caved and she was spending the next two nights with the people in her life who she now believes know more than I do. I was alright with it and yes… I had my people do some investigating on who she would be around. I also have money and power now so tonight the campers– all two hundred of them, get an ass-kicking pizza and sundae party and the heavily tipped, thoroughly investigated counselor stays awake watching over my child ensuring her safety.
I sat at my desk and thumbed through her last message.
-conference over staying one more night hope you don’t mind, book club tomorrow and I miss them…C
I responded in living color
-Not okay, I fucking miss you…J
-I fucking miss you too. I also love you very much, Jase Steel…C
Damn she is sweet and yeah I fucked up by not saying I love you but when you’re full of pent up frustration sometimes you can’t see straight. I need to fucking get off.
I sat back at my desk and looked down and laughed at myself. I wasn’t sixteen anymore and the prince needed to learn how to prioritize as well. “You fucking got that?” I said scolding my dick.
I was determined to push Carly in the back of my mind and get some work done. I hadn’t been back to Italy in months, Dom had shit under control. And as much as I hated to admit it Zandor’s Casino project was coming along more amazingly than I thought it would. I hate to admit it but he had his shit together more than I possible could have imagined.
Well, after the first threat of a sexual harassment lawsuit came, Abe flew out as soon as he heard the news that it was a great possibility. He sat down with Zandor and although it was a bullshit case, easily dismissed by video surveillance, he made Zandor sit through all sorts of videos on Sexual Harassment. Zandor flew off the handle and called me bitching about Abe and screaming about how fucked up it was that I sent him.
After that call, I called Abe and flipped out on him. The fucker had not even told me. I reamed him a new ass as he sat on the other end of the line and took it. When I was done he lit into me about the fact that I would’ve done more harm than good, and that because Charlotte was in the hospital, he was doing me a favor. Zandor was gone for a week. I had no idea where he was but I assumed he was fucking his way around Italy.
When he finally returned my call he was a totally different dude. He took my shit, even apologized and promised to do a much better job. When I checked up on him by way of talking to the general contractor, Salvatore would tell me he was a prick to work for. Apparently he micro managed the hell out of everything, and he was more demanding than his wife. I sent Sal tickets to a soccer championship game and put he and his wife up for a long weekend which cooled him down a bit. Probably because he was getting laid. Which fucking reminds me– Carly better get her ass back here soon or I was going to fucking loose it.
After many hours on the phone and sitting through meetings I returned back to my office and sat back in my chair. I looked at a picture of my girls and I on the beach at the beginning of the summer and smiled. Damn, how life had changed. My phone went off and I smiled seeing a picture of Carly on it and picked it up.
“Hey,” I answered trying to sound relaxed instead of what I really was.
“Whatcha doin?” damn her voice was sweet.
“Just finishing up here for the day,” I stood up and sat on the edge of my desk and grabbed the photo and rubbed my thumb over her breast, “Did you feel that?”
“Feel what?” she laughed.
“I’m playing with your tits baby, a photo of them of course, because you’re not home. Actually I’m about ready to fly out there and drag your hot little ass home by your hair because I miss the hell out of you.”
“You miss me?” she giggled and that sound hit me right in the junk.
“You have no fucking idea how much.”
“Well I was thinking I’d like to stay one more day, Jase …”
“Nope, N-O, that’s not going to happen, Baby. Do you have any idea how much I need you right now?”
“I need you too, Jase.”
“Carly I swear to God I’m gonna fly out there. Little Bell is at that camp for two nights…”
“I promise I’ll be there to pick her up, you…”
“You better be pulling my leg Carly because one more night may be doable but two is not fucking cool, not cool at all.”
She laughed at me, which pissed me off and made me even harder.
“You may think it’s funny right now but when you get here I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week. With the amount of shit stored in my balls I may possibly blow that pretty little head right off of you.”
“Jase, I think you’re over-reacting.”
Now that pissed me off a touch, “Get home now!”
“How well do you think that’s going to work for you, Jase Steel?”
The tone in her voice was a bit too amused to be angry, but I should really try not to press my luck here.
“Besides I’ll be of no use to you for a few days, I have my period, Jase,” she was smiling I knew she was.
“Well that sucks but again, that’s your hang up. I want my red wings Baby.”
“That’s disgusting,” she laughed.
“Fine, when did it start?”
“Just now, made me think of you that’s why I called.”
“Your period made you think of me!”
Carly laughed, “Sure did.”
“What about that shot you got Carly? Wasn’t that supposed to stop that from happening?”
“It does but the uterus needs to shed its lining once in…”
“Please don’t,” I know I sounded like I was begging.
“Don’t what?”
“I don’t want to hear about shit shedding and coming out of that pink sweet…”
“Are you hard, Jase?” her voice purred in my each taking me from chub to steel.
“Yeah I am Carly, fuck,” I was going to fucking lose my shit all over my pants.
“Do me a favor?”
“No,” I had to clear my throat, “You come home and I’ll do you and then any favor you ask.”
“Would you start at my feet?”
Damn you Carly and the direct line from your mouth to my cock, “Uh huh?”
“You at your desk?”
“Yeah Baby, I am.” Pussy whipped. I was done for.
“Turn on some soft music and lock your door.”
“Baby I’m not fucking taking this shit well, so whatever you’re trying to prove here…”
“I can’t take it anymore Jase, I’m so wet for you.”
“What the hell are you trying to do to me?” My voice hitched so now I am pussy whipped and fucking weak.
“Right now I’m waiting to hear a door lock and the soft music filling your office. Then I am going to pretend I am on your desk, spread wide for you…”
“Music locked, door turned on,” she giggled and I realized what I had said but I did what she asked because right now I was her bitch and I really didn’t give a fuck who knew, “SO help me God Carly this is between you and I.” Okay so apparently I cared but right now I was shedding the pants.
“Lose the pants, Steel.”
“Lost,” It was real hard to breathe right now and even harder staying in the moment with Carly telling me what to do knowing it was completely against who I am sexually. “I can’t do this Baby, I want to, I really fucking want to but…”
“My hands are moving up my skirt Jase, and in my head it’s your hand. Wrap your hand around your thick hard…”
“Carly, you’re going to pay for this shit,” I did exact what she asked.
“Softer Jase, take it slow for me– I want to enjoy every thick hard…”
Her voice was muffled, she was whispering and then the line went dead.
No.
Fucking.
Way.
I threw myself back in my black leather chair and rested my feet on the cherry file cabinet behind my desk. I looked down and let go of my extremely hard cock and shrugged. I could easily stroke myself off and finish the job, but I was so worked up and now…I was pissed.
August 18, 2013
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