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December 10, 2014
December 2, 2014
Release Day For RAVEN MCALLAN!
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When human Ari Mackintosh lets wolf shifter Jacob Wolfe know she fancies him, fur and sparks fly. Especially, as Jacob isn’t a mere shifter. He’s the Alpha of his pack and a Dom to boot.
Jacob cannot believe his luck when he discovers that the woman he’s been lusting after from afar not only knows about shifters, but is turned on by seeing him shift. It becomes clear that Ari knows far more than she ought to when she recognized him in his wolf form.
It challenges Jacob, as it’s his duty to keep the pack safe. There are rules to follow—rules that he breaks one by one, as he cannot resist Ari’s natural submissiveness.
When push comes to shove and Jacob reveals his secrets, he is fully aware that they might send Ari away screaming.
He has to take the chance and trust that she will stay.
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Have I caught your imagination? I do hope so. The Kinfoyle pack is one we’ll hear a lot more about I think…
#NSFW EXCERPT!
Jacob ran a finger over her clit and dipped it inside her slit to coat the digit before he drew a heart on her mound. Then he tapped her clit hard enough to make her rock before he drew her up onto her knees and waited whilst she rested her head on her arms as he’d directed earlier. She could feel him looking at her, and then Jacob—well she hoped it was him—ran a finger over the curves of her ass.
“Beautiful. Now hold on and think just what might happen next.”
She waited.
The first spank was soft and stroked her skin. She yelped and he growled deep in his throat.
“We never discussed safe words. Use ‘red’ for ‘no’ and ‘green’ for okay.”
“Er, okay.” Safe words? She trusted him not to knock seven bells out of her ass. How could she think of things like that when she was wet and wanting? Men were so dim sometimes. Goodness knows she wouldn’t be here half naked if it wasn’t something she wanted.
He smacked her again, harder than before. “‘Okay’ is not the answer I want, now is it?”
Isn’t it? What the hell does he want then? Ari replayed his words, thought of her latest reading matter and swallowed.
“No, Sir. I mean yes, Sir.” Three bags full, Sir.
He really gave her ass a hard spank. “Don’t be sassy. It’s for your own benefit.”
Damn it, anyone would think he can read my mind.
“I can when we’re together. Read your mind, that is. You’d be wise to remember that.”
She intended to.
There was silence for a few seconds, and Ari couldn’t discern any movements. Surely he hadn’t left her there, alone? Dare she take a sneaky peek?
“No.”
Okay then, whatever he meant by no, and she assumed it was no looking she wouldn’t. Then she heard the rip of foil and a grunt of satisfaction.
The air around her ass moved, and her coat lifted over her back and head. A cool breeze tickled her neck. It seemed that was bare to the elements. Whatever light there had been was darkened almost to pitch black. It was arousing, kneeling there, smarting ass high, head down, and wondering just what was about to happen. The telltale trickle of juice that collected at the neck of her channel and drizzled down the top of her leg showed it.
Jacob nipped her nape again. That small caress almost sent her over the edge. Such a tiny thing to invoke such a strong reaction.
“Well as much as I’d like to tan your ass red, and fuck it till you beg to come, I think I’ll do this instead.” His cock circled the entrance to her pussy hole and then edged inside her.
Gently at first, until, exasperated, she pushed back. “Lordy, has your cock never seen a pussy hole before? Is it all dark and scary for it? Poor little thing.” Although “little” it surely wasn’t. Lucky for Ari, Jenissa had warned her how well-endowed the pack of wolf shifters were and that Jacob, due to his position of leader, was more generously proportioned than most.
“Sassy pet. I’ll remember that for later. However, this is no good. I need to feel you.” She had no idea how he managed it. However, he was more than a mere man, and Jacob rid her of her coat and jumper within seconds. Now her boobs were tickled by hay. She didn’t give a damn. Instead she raised herself a little so only her arms and forehead were in the hay.
That’s better.
“Thin ice, woman. I’m taking care and going slowly for your welfare, not for the bloody fun of it. However, as you’re not bothered, all the better for me.” His chest was warm on her back as he leaned onto her to encircle her body with one arm and pinch her nipple hard enough to make her catch her breath, and bite back a sob of pleasure.
“Fuck me properly, please, Jacob.” All thoughts of titles and etiquette went out of her mind. Damned if she was begging but needs must, and she needed him.
“Fuck you? I’ll mark you as well.” He bit hard on her neck at the same time as he grasped her waist and thrust his prick deep into her channel.
“Who’s not fucking who properly, eh?” He gasped the words as he set up a hard and fast rhythm. “Who needs to watch her mouth? This little subbie does, that’s who.” He withdrew to the tip of his cock, circled her clit with it and then pushed into her so harshly she almost hit the straw full length. Only his hand holding her in place saved her.
The feel of being stretched further than she thought possible, his balls slapping her sensitive skin, and his hand on her nipple as he pinched hard and then bit her nape once more, made her shivers increase to the point of pain, and all the hairs on her body stand on end.
THE ALPHA’S CHALLENGE IS NOW ON SALE!
ABOUT RAVEN:
Me? Well what can I say?
I’m growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
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November 26, 2014
Two 5 ♂♀♂♀♂ Reviews JUST IN!
It’s always time to celebrate when a 5 star review comes in, but when two hit on the same day?
Boom! *Big Grin Alert*
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“This story has childhood abuse, over-protective mothers, rude mothers, belittling mothers, age issues, blackmail, but it has love…pure UNADULTERATED love!
This book is sex, this book is hawt, this book is so different from any MMF I’ve ever read!”
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MENAGE MATERIAL – SERENA AKEROYD
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Realizing there’s a third person in her marriage, Devvy Jacques is stunned. Discovering her husband’s lover is a man, she’s horrified. Learning that man is Alexei Ivanov, the internationally renowned scientist behind the cure for cancer, she’s…
Horny?
Being part of a ménage wasn’t in any of her fairy tales as a kid, but the more she’s with hubby, Sebastien, and new lover, Alexei, the more she realizes it’s a dream come true.
Around them, between them, under or above them, Devvy flourishes, becoming the woman she was meant to be before life did a number on her.
With the ménage flourishing, and love growing every day, it takes a twisted blackmailer to derail it all. Raking up past secrets Alex wants to remain hidden, and exposing their unusual household to the
world’s eye, the trio face enough challenges to unravel apart.
Will life work its mischief or will they still have what it takes to be perfect, Ménage Material?
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November 19, 2014
Sirenista Pimpin': Suzette Cauler
Suzette Rose Cauler has loved books (all types really) for as long as she can remember. As a child, she’d get lost in books for hours, using a flashlight to read under the covers long past bedtime. She read her first romance novel as a preteen and was immediately hooked by the swoon-worthy heroes and daring, spunky damsels. Though her reading tastes have definitely matured, Suzette continues to enjoy romance novels, especially those of the erotic, paranormal, fantasy, or historical variety. She writes almost as voraciously as she reads and typically falls head over heels in love with her heroes.
Though everyday types of romantic situations do appeal to her, stories that include adventure, intrigue, or danger have always made Suzette’s heart go pitter patter. If they incorporate some science fiction too, she is even happier. You’ll find elements like these in most of her stories as well as strong heroines who can fight their own battles but sometimes enjoy letting someone else take the lead.
Suzette lives on the East Coast with five special people who help keep her spirit young and her imagination fresh.
Nikki’s Fated
[Book 1 of the Wolves of River’s Bend series]
Wolf shifter Nikki Black never expected her love life to mean the difference between lasting peace and all-out war. Especially when her fated, Luke Andres, wants nothing to do with her. Forced to join to prevent bloodshed between their rival clans, Nikki and Luke enjoy a blistering night of passion before facing another complication—Luke’s brother is also Nikki’s destined mate.
Mason Andres is passionate, loving, and sexy, and Nikki falls hard for him, thrilled that he feels the same. She wants the same love-match with Luke, but that’s the one thing Luke can’t risk giving her.
Fighting destiny to keep his heart safe from the only woman who can claim it, Luke makes plans that could separate them for good. But when love and passion run soul-deep,
fate can overturn even the best-laid plans.
Will Luke admit his love for Nikki before it’s too late, or
will his wounded heart destroy the trio’s shot at lasting happiness?
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shifters, HEA]
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Groaning, Mason set Nikki on her feet. He wanted that dress off. It was a gorgeous piece of material that left her shoulders and back bare but at that moment, it was the enemy. He was impatient to see her body again, and this time, get to enjoy it, as was his right as her mate. Mason could understand why his brother had ripped her nightgown off the night before. He had the same impulse, but he took a deep breath and steeled himself to unwrap her like the gift she was.
The moment Mason set Nikki on her feet, she was reaching for the top of the gown to shed it herself. “No, let me,” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck.
A shudder coursed through Nikki’s body at his words. She smelled faintly of vanilla and clover, but under that, the scent of her arousal was strong. It threatened his ability to take care with her delicate dress. Forcing himself to put his intense need aside, he eased the silky cloth over her breasts and down to her hips, leaving it to Luke to take it the rest of the way. Mason hoped Luke would keep himself in check. He’d throttle him if he ruined their first night together.
Standing back to watch, Mason took in the full swell of her breasts and hardened, rosy nipples. He swallowed hard as his gaze traveled over the flat belly that would one day round with his pups if he had anything to say about it. She had full hips, breeding hips, and smooth thighs that made him growl with anticipation. His hands flexed, itching to squeeze them as he plunged into her. Nikki’s calves were shapely as well, screaming to wrap themselves around him, and they were finally bare, thanks to his brother’s efforts. The only thing she still wore was a pair of strappy, high-heeled shoes, which, thankfully, Luke hadn’t removed. In some things, he and his brother thought alike.
Mason lifted Nikki against him, bending to take her nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue while palming the other breast. His touch was gentle at first, but grew rougher when he discovered that a firmer touch pulled deeper moans from his mate’s throat. He gave the other nipple the same treatment before easing down to trail hot kisses across her belly. Nikki was so smooth and soft everywhere, he could almost fear breaking her, but her touch was firm and almost fierce in its need. She wrapped her hands in his hair and urged him lower, even as her belly trembled under his kisses.
Kneeling, Mason stroked his lips over Nikki’s smooth mound and heard her breath catch. He looked up and found her staring back at him, biting her bottom lip. He didn’t hesitate to give her what she wanted. He licked from the top of her mound to her entrance before focusing his attention on lapping her slit. Nikki’s breath came faster as she ran her fingers through his hair, holding on as his tongue parted her pussy lips and flicked her clit. That provoked a tiny growl from her, so he pressed his tongue hard against the bud, first applying pressure and then letting up to circle and suck it, and finally stiffening his tongue to apply the same pressure as before.
When he pulled back to look up at her, Nikki’s head was thrown back, her mouth wide open. “Oh, God. Please. Please, don’t stop.”
He smiled at her unguarded response before going back to taste her again. This time, he licked and nibbled at the inflamed bud before ducking lower to press his tongue into the sweet cream coming from her pussy. He was sure he’d never get enough of it as he lapped there, trying his damnedest to lick her dry even as her juices kept coming. Holding her steady with one arm, he stiffened his tongue and plunged it inside her, reaching up with the other hand to rub and pinch her clit.
“Oh, God. Mason…” Nikki squeezed her hands in his hair and arched toward him, grinding her pussy against him.
* * * *
Watching Mason with Nikki had Luke unspeakably horny, not that he hadn’t been in a constant state of horniness since he’d met her. It was the reason he’d acted like a caveman and ripped her gown on the night of their joining. He’d ceased to think like a man and had given in to the inner animal that only wanted to fuck her senseless. This time, he would stay in control.
With a groan, Luke approached Nikki from behind. The sight of her full, round ass nearly drove him insane. He’d thought he would just let his brother handle most of the foreplay, but watching her and smelling her arousal from across the room, he couldn’t wait any longer. Her low growl drew him to her like she’d reached out and grabbed him.
Still clothed, Luke wrapped his arms around her slender waist and bent his knees to press his already-rock-hard cock against the two round globes he’d been admiring. She sighed and leaned back against him, and Luke ground his cock hard against her ass as he stroked up her body to cup her breasts.
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Sirenista Pimpin’: Suzette Cauler
Suzette Rose Cauler has loved books (all types really) for as long as she can remember. As a child, she’d get lost in books for hours, using a flashlight to read under the covers long past bedtime. She read her first romance novel as a preteen and was immediately hooked by the swoon-worthy heroes and daring, spunky damsels. Though her reading tastes have definitely matured, Suzette continues to enjoy romance novels, especially those of the erotic, paranormal, fantasy, or historical variety. She writes almost as voraciously as she reads and typically falls head over heels in love with her heroes.
Though everyday types of romantic situations do appeal to her, stories that include adventure, intrigue, or danger have always made Suzette’s heart go pitter patter. If they incorporate some science fiction too, she is even happier. You’ll find elements like these in most of her stories as well as strong heroines who can fight their own battles but sometimes enjoy letting someone else take the lead.
Suzette lives on the East Coast with five special people who help keep her spirit young and her imagination fresh.
Nikki’s Fated
[Book 1 of the Wolves of River’s Bend series]
Wolf shifter Nikki Black never expected her love life to mean the difference between lasting peace and all-out war. Especially when her fated, Luke Andres, wants nothing to do with her. Forced to join to prevent bloodshed between their rival clans, Nikki and Luke enjoy a blistering night of passion before facing another complication—Luke’s brother is also Nikki’s destined mate.
Mason Andres is passionate, loving, and sexy, and Nikki falls hard for him, thrilled that he feels the same. She wants the same love-match with Luke, but that’s the one thing Luke can’t risk giving her.
Fighting destiny to keep his heart safe from the only woman who can claim it, Luke makes plans that could separate them for good. But when love and passion run soul-deep,
fate can overturn even the best-laid plans.
Will Luke admit his love for Nikki before it’s too late, or
will his wounded heart destroy the trio’s shot at lasting happiness?
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, shifters, HEA]
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Groaning, Mason set Nikki on her feet. He wanted that dress off. It was a gorgeous piece of material that left her shoulders and back bare but at that moment, it was the enemy. He was impatient to see her body again, and this time, get to enjoy it, as was his right as her mate. Mason could understand why his brother had ripped her nightgown off the night before. He had the same impulse, but he took a deep breath and steeled himself to unwrap her like the gift she was.
The moment Mason set Nikki on her feet, she was reaching for the top of the gown to shed it herself. “No, let me,” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck.
A shudder coursed through Nikki’s body at his words. She smelled faintly of vanilla and clover, but under that, the scent of her arousal was strong. It threatened his ability to take care with her delicate dress. Forcing himself to put his intense need aside, he eased the silky cloth over her breasts and down to her hips, leaving it to Luke to take it the rest of the way. Mason hoped Luke would keep himself in check. He’d throttle him if he ruined their first night together.
Standing back to watch, Mason took in the full swell of her breasts and hardened, rosy nipples. He swallowed hard as his gaze traveled over the flat belly that would one day round with his pups if he had anything to say about it. She had full hips, breeding hips, and smooth thighs that made him growl with anticipation. His hands flexed, itching to squeeze them as he plunged into her. Nikki’s calves were shapely as well, screaming to wrap themselves around him, and they were finally bare, thanks to his brother’s efforts. The only thing she still wore was a pair of strappy, high-heeled shoes, which, thankfully, Luke hadn’t removed. In some things, he and his brother thought alike.
Mason lifted Nikki against him, bending to take her nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue while palming the other breast. His touch was gentle at first, but grew rougher when he discovered that a firmer touch pulled deeper moans from his mate’s throat. He gave the other nipple the same treatment before easing down to trail hot kisses across her belly. Nikki was so smooth and soft everywhere, he could almost fear breaking her, but her touch was firm and almost fierce in its need. She wrapped her hands in his hair and urged him lower, even as her belly trembled under his kisses.
Kneeling, Mason stroked his lips over Nikki’s smooth mound and heard her breath catch. He looked up and found her staring back at him, biting her bottom lip. He didn’t hesitate to give her what she wanted. He licked from the top of her mound to her entrance before focusing his attention on lapping her slit. Nikki’s breath came faster as she ran her fingers through his hair, holding on as his tongue parted her pussy lips and flicked her clit. That provoked a tiny growl from her, so he pressed his tongue hard against the bud, first applying pressure and then letting up to circle and suck it, and finally stiffening his tongue to apply the same pressure as before.
When he pulled back to look up at her, Nikki’s head was thrown back, her mouth wide open. “Oh, God. Please. Please, don’t stop.”
He smiled at her unguarded response before going back to taste her again. This time, he licked and nibbled at the inflamed bud before ducking lower to press his tongue into the sweet cream coming from her pussy. He was sure he’d never get enough of it as he lapped there, trying his damnedest to lick her dry even as her juices kept coming. Holding her steady with one arm, he stiffened his tongue and plunged it inside her, reaching up with the other hand to rub and pinch her clit.
“Oh, God. Mason…” Nikki squeezed her hands in his hair and arched toward him, grinding her pussy against him.
* * * *
Watching Mason with Nikki had Luke unspeakably horny, not that he hadn’t been in a constant state of horniness since he’d met her. It was the reason he’d acted like a caveman and ripped her gown on the night of their joining. He’d ceased to think like a man and had given in to the inner animal that only wanted to fuck her senseless. This time, he would stay in control.
With a groan, Luke approached Nikki from behind. The sight of her full, round ass nearly drove him insane. He’d thought he would just let his brother handle most of the foreplay, but watching her and smelling her arousal from across the room, he couldn’t wait any longer. Her low growl drew him to her like she’d reached out and grabbed him.
Still clothed, Luke wrapped his arms around her slender waist and bent his knees to press his already-rock-hard cock against the two round globes he’d been admiring. She sighed and leaned back against him, and Luke ground his cock hard against her ass as he stroked up her body to cup her breasts.
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November 18, 2014
HANGING OUT WITH DORIS O’CONNOR!
Let me pass you over to Doris!
Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release, Auctioned to the Spanish Dom. Ever since Master Pedro first popped up in Book One of The Spectrum Auctions, I knew I would have to tell his story and this is it.
Master Pedro is a complicated man, and writing his story brought it with some unexpected surprises. I also fell hopelessly in love with him, and I hope readers will too. He might be a Sadist, but he’s also a man who falls hard and deep for the right woman—his pequeñita :)
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[Ménage and More: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, flogging, paddling, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA for M/F]
Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.
It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.
The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.
When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.
She is a reporter after all…
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EXCERPT!
A man could fucking lose himself in those expressive eyes staring up at him. He didn’t read one iota of malice in Peyton’s expression. She didn’t probe, didn’t ask the questions she was without doubt burning to ask. No, she just waited patiently for him to tell her. He had the most curious sensation crawl up the back of his neck, the instinctive knowledge that she would also accept it if he didn’t tell her. A novel experience, for sure. Any woman he’d ever been involved with, even on a casual basis, had eventually been full of questions.
Another reason why he kept his encounters these days confined to the club, and the purely sexual. Life was simpler, if rather lonely that way.
“If you’d rather not tell me, that’s okay. I realize we barely know each other, and this is clearly personal, and I sense perhaps painful, so let’s just forget it.”
She stepped away from him, and he had to smile at the nervous way she pulled on the misshapen neckline of the shirt she wore.
“I’m just gonna clear this table away.” She mumbled the words into the curtain of her hair and started to stack the plates together.
“You were right, you know,” he said, and she froze, empty wineglass in one hand, two stacked plates in the other. “Put those down, pequeña, and let’s take this in the living room.”
He didn’t check to see if she followed. All he knew was that he needed to sit down, and he flung himself into the wide, comfortable leather settee and shut his eyes. Big enough for him to sleep on, if need be, it had seen him do so far too many times lately when he’d stayed up late, watching old movies in an effort to dispel the thoughts churning in his head.
The sofa dipped slightly when Peyton sat down next to him, and then depressed again. He opened his eyes to find her throwing a cushion on the floor. Peyton knelt on it, wrapped her arms around his legs, and rested her chin on his knee.
His dick stiffened automatically at seeing his beautiful sub on her knees by his feet, and the churning in his gut subsided somewhat.
“Very nice, Peyton, but we’re not in a scene right now, so this is not necessary,” he said. Instead of getting up, she tightened her hold on his legs, and nuzzled into his thigh.
“Yes, it is. Indulge me, please, Sir. Besides, I like the way you look at me when I do this.” A faint blush crept in her cheeks, but she held his glance, and he smiled.
“And how do I look at you?” he asked.
That blush of hers deepened, and he straightened slightly so that he could wrap his hand into her hair. A tremble went through her, and the dominant in him lapped up her submission. She was right in one way. Telling her about his fucked-up life so far would be easier when he was in this headspace. The memories hurt less then.
“As though you like what you see, and…” She dropped her gaze and seemed to find his bare feet most interesting. Pedro increased the pull on her hair and tugged her head back up so that she had no choice but to look up at him.
“Tell me.” He dropped his voice and her mouth opened slightly. Eyes wide, and lips trembling, it was the utter trust and submission he read in her beautiful orbs that made that curious sensation at the back of his neck turn into an allover itch. His chest tightened and a rush of pure possessiveness swamped him. This delightful young woman sat at his feet was his, and his alone. Peyton’s nails curled into his legs, and she blinked several times before she answered him.
“It just feels right, Sir. I can’t explain it, and it makes no sense. I just feel it in here.” She brought a hand up to her chest, and he nodded. “I guess I just feel free, which makes no sense at all.”
Pedro released his hold on the silky mass of her hair and petted her head.
“No, it makes perfect sense, pequeña. You’re embracing your submissive side, and that makes me feel very proud of you.”
Her face lit up in a brilliant smile, and he was hard pushed not to just sit there and grin back at her like a besotted fool, but there was no denying the connection they had established in a very short space of time. Pedro had scoffed at Slade and Laura when it had happened to them, though at least they had known each other for years beforehand. Scarlett, too, had been at the butt off his jokes, though, again the whole danger she had been intended to accelerate and clarify feelings. What was his excuse, however?
Turning forty far from home, and without any of his family acknowledging that fact, shouldn’t prove that much of trauma, should it? After all, he was used to it. Then again, Pedro had been unsatisfied with his lot in life for some time. Seeing his friends settled had just crystallized those feeling for him.
He sighed and Peyton’s face fell.
“Sir? What’s wrong?” she asked.
#NSFW EXCERPT
“Hmm, very nice, Pedro. She’s getting wetter by the minute waiting for your cock to fill her, but she won’t get that yet, will she?” Callused fingertips traced her jaw, and Peyton jumped at the unmistakable click in her ear, seconds before the buzzing of a vibrator.
Hands from behind her pulled her breasts out of her corset, and she jumped when the vibrations settled on one nipple while strong fingers pulled and kneaded the other one.
Pain followed pleasure as the biting sting of two nipple clamps attacked her sensitive buds simultaneously, and she bit her lip to absorb the pain, as they were tightened to such a degree she whimpered and shook her head. Anything to get away from that overbearing sensation.
“Shhh, take this for me.” Pedro’s soothing voice in her ear meant she pulled a deep breath into her body and pushed the pain away with her exhales.
“Good girl.” Jonas this time, so close that she smelled his minty breath and the heat of his naked torso burned into her skin. When had he taken his clothes off and was he completely naked?
Her imagination went into overdrive, and then the damn clamps on her nipples started to vibrate at the same time that someone held the vibrator against her clit. Shards of painful pleasure stabbed through her breast and settled deep in her clit.
“Oh god, no…yes.” Peyton didn’t know what came out of her mouth as her body hurled toward release at record speed. Dimly aware of something cold dribbling into her ass crack and the sensation of being stretched and filled to the maximum, Peyton desperately tried to stave off her orgasm, only to lose the fight when the plug in her ass started to vibrate too.
Her orgasm bust from her, breathtaking in its intensity, and Jonas laughed.
“Oh, you’ve done it now, baby.”
Sure enough, a hand crashed down on her ass, pushing her headfirst into another release, as the pain meant it could only be Pedro who paddled her behind. Her Sir hit hard, and he didn’t give her a moment’s peace to catch her breath. Neither did those damn vibrations on every one of her erogenous zones, and Peyton sobbed and pleaded to no avail.
“I can’t, please, no more…”
Both men laughed, and there was a moment’s respite, before the onslaught on her senses started again. They must have switched places, because the hits to her abused butt were softer this time, the hand massaging the sting away altogether gentler, while the hands grasping her breasts and pulling on her clamps were far harder.
“You’ll come as many times as we deem it necessary, pequeñita, and once you’re a sobbing, spent mess, we’ll both fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Heat rolled over Peyton’s skin at Pedro’s growled promise or threat, she couldn’t quite make up her mind as the men continued to assault her senses, until pain and pleasure were one and the same, and her body convulsed in one orgasm after the other. Tears ran out from under her blindfold, and Peyton screamed until she was hoarse. Eventually everything stopped, and Peyton went limp in her restraints, surrounded by Pedro’s strong arms.
“That’s my girl. Stay with us now.”
A water bottle was lifted to her lips and she drank eagerly. The cool water soothed her parched throat and she rested her head on the broad shoulder in front of her. Whose it was, she was too far gone to care, floating away in that happy space where her body was just a mass of delicious oversensitive tissues. Light touches were everywhere, keeping her floating and happy, as something cold was placed over her burning ass and the ankle cuffs removed.
Someone supported her from behind, his heavy breaths in her ear the most erotic sound ever, as ropes touched her skin and her pussy clenched in desperate need as those ropes rested either side of her slit.
“She’s so fucking responsive, Pedro.” Jonas’s voice sounded deeper, harsher, and puffs of air skittered across her wet labia as though he was on his knees, and looking his fill of her exposed cunt. That thought brought it with it another gush of her juices, and Jonas groaned against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Taste her for me. Tell me how wet she is. I want to hear her scream again.”
Pedro’s strained voice in her ear made her turn her head toward him and he devoured her mouth in a kiss, while Jonas’s first skillful lick against her pussy made her whimper into Pedro’s kiss.
Dear god in heaven, that man knew what to do with his tongue between her legs, and when Pedro broke the kiss and bit down hard on her bottom lip, everything inside Peyton tightened in need.
“Talk to me, Jonas. What does my girl taste like? Tell her how she makes you feel. How hard your cock is now. How much you want to fuck her.”
Pedro’s dirty words, and the utter command and authority behind them had Peyton teeter on the edge of yet another release, while Jonas lapped at her pussy as though he was drowning.
Trembles started in her thighs, and Pedro’s hands dug further into her legs as he held her open and Jonas tightened the ropes further and slid them to the seam of her thighs. More rope followed, wound around her legs and her torso until she was suspended in the air. Even her hair seemed to be caught up in the intricate patterns Jonas created, if the sharp and constant tug on her scalp was any indication.
Hot breaths blew against her slit again, and from far away she heard Jonas’s voice in between licks of his tongue against her sensitive flesh.
“She’s so fucking wet, Pedro, and she tastes divine. Sweet like honey, and she likes it when we tell her that. Her cunt is clenching around my tongue, trying to draw me in. She’s squeezing my fingers and she’s so damn fucking tight, Pedro. Fuck.”
ABOUT DORIS
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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