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November 17, 2011
Going Wilde by Chloe Lang
Naughty November #9
Going Wilde
The Brothers of Wilde Nevada
book 1 of 6
Serialized Romance
by
Chloe Lang
BLURB:
Wilde, Nevada is remote, rugged and rough. Jessie feels like she's walked straight into the wild west, complete with some of the hottest cowboys she's ever laid eyes on. But she has a job to do and it doesn't include getting close to the Wilde brothers.
The minute Jackson Wilde sees Jessie he knows she's the one for him and his four brothers, Phoenix, Dallas, Denver, and Austin. The gorgeous city girl calls to him like no one before, but she's convinced she doesn't belong in a place like Wilde. With danger lurking around every corner, Jackson will have to prove that she's finally come home.
NAUGHTY EXCERPT:
"You're so beautiful, Jessie," Jackson murmured.
"I–It's J–Jessica." In Manhattan, she'd be considered a bit plump with average looks. Super-slim was always the pinnacle. Apparently to Jackson and his brothers, she was beautiful. That had her body buzzing and her head spinning.
"You're Jessie to us." Without another word, he covered her mouth with his own.
He molded his lips to hers, moving softly as first, but picking up the pace as he hauled her close. Suddenly, his hand lightly brushed her breast, sending a tingling sensation shooting through her body. His tongue moved along the seam of her lips. Oh, my God! This is happening.
She felt Jackson's hand graze her hip as he shoved the door open. He lifted her up in his arms, and she wrapped her hands around his neck. She'd never felt so dizzy with desire in her life. At this moment, she didn't give a damn about anything else. All of her worries and insecurities fell away as his tongue invaded and plundered her mouth. She felt feminine and wanted, something she'd always craved.
Jackson never removed his lips from hers as he toted her into the room. Footsteps told her that his brothers followed. Her heart thudded like a jackhammer in her chest, still reeling from being passed around so each could steal a kiss from her. Foolish or not, she wanted what they were offering more than words could express. Hell, she deserved it. This was her birthday.
Jackson kissed her as he carried her gently to the bed. His lips played and sucked at hers. She felt her back hit the mattress, but her mind was whirling. All that seemed to matter was the heat of his body against hers. He rolled on top of her, and she could feel the bulge of his cock through his jeans. He wanted her. They all did. Please, let this moment go on forever. She threaded her hands in his hair, enjoying the softness she found there. She could feel the other brothers' eyes on them, watching intently. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she should protest, but the attention just caused her clit to swell and her pussy to dampen. Though nervousness rocked inside of her, it now had a dance partner—desire.
"That is so fucking hot, you two." Phoenix's voice sounded more like a growl than words. Since he was the closest to her and Jackson, she was able to catch a glimpse of his hazel eyes. They were burning with passion, and her temperature rose.
Jackson released her lips, now swollen and throbbing from their overwhelming kiss. "Jessie, tell us what you want."
Jessica was beginning to like the sound of the nickname he'd given her, especially the passionate way he said it. She squirmed under him as need clawed deep inside her body. "This is crazy to me. I don't really know what I want. I just know I want to be here with you."
"No problem." He grinned, his eyes sparkling with intent. "We'll take care of you. Don't worry about anything, sweetheart."
Not worry? She tried to focus her muddled thoughts on something logical that would help her get her footing back, like asking them to leave. When he wasn't actively touching her, reality crashed back in. What was she doing? But then Jackson started undressing her, and her mind went blank. Deliberately, he unbuttoned her shirt. Her body shook lightly as his fingers traced the skin just outside her bra.
"God, she's so gorgeous." Phoenix said, his voice thick with desire. "I bet her skin is so soft."
"Oh, she's silky and smooth." Jackson's words sizzled to her nipples.
She looked to Phoenix, Dallas, and Denver, all standing by the bed, totally transfixed. Their eyes were focused on one thing and one thing only—her.
Jessie had never felt as beautiful as she did right now, and she savored their unanimous adoration of her. When Jackson's thumb pressed on her right nipple through the fabric of her bra, she let out a little, passionate hiss.
His eyes caught hers. The intensity she found there captivated her. "You like me touching you, darlin'?"
Jessie felt like she was floating. "U—uh—huh." It was all she could manage. Everything seemed centered on the touch of his hand on her breast.
She heard clothes being shucked by their audience. Warning: naked cowboys in my room. What should I do about that? Tell them to go, scream for Maude, or keep on enjoying their kisses…
Unable to focus, her mind became fuzzy and her body got tingly. But when Jackson unclasped her bra and helped her out of it, her complete attention locked in on him.
He planted a kiss on her mouth and then leaned back, staring at her chest. "Your breasts are fucking unbelievable." His hands covered her mounds, and he began gently kneading her flesh. Goose bumps popped on her skin, and her pussy got even wetter.
She felt her shoes being removed. Two hands on each foot massaged away the remaining hesitation. This was heavenly, and she wanted to take the ride through every passion-filled mile…all the way to the end of the line. Jackson rolled off of her.
Her eyes followed him off the bed. She felt the loss of his heat, his weight. "What?"
He pressed a finger to her lips. "Shh. I want to feel you against me. I want to touch you, Jessie, every inch of you. Nothing between us."
"Yes. Please." She wanted that more than she wanted her next breath. How had she gone so long with the feel of him?
She looked down at where Dallas and Denver, free from clothes, worked out every bit of tightness in her thighs, ankles, and feet. Everywhere they touched she felt sparks of heat. Their bodies were perfectly muscled and beautifully tan. What made her catch her breath was seeing their hardness between their legs, evidence of their desire for her. God, they were huge.
Jessie had never felt so wanted in all her life.
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November 16, 2011
Beloved Brother by Katie Blu
Naughty November #8
[image error]Beloved Brother by Katie Blu
Phoebe Marks has a lot of history with Jared Larabie and none of it is good. Unfortunately, her mother and his father got married and now she can't ignore the sexy bane of her existence at family gatherings. Phoebe pushes Jared away, building barriers wherever possible based on their tumultuous past. But Jared is convinced the woman Phoebe has become is worth the effort. The trick is in convincing her he's traded his former antics for something real.
Naughty Excerpt:
"What do you mean how?" he asked. His thumb slid over her nipple and her body jerked violently. Damn, Phoebe was well on this side of turned on. If she ground her lithe body on his one more time, he was pretty sure he'd lose the last vestiges of his control and fuck her with twice the enthusiasm he'd shown Mrs. Gilfoy. But his dad might frown on his son fucking his brand new stepsister.
She was hyper responsive though and from the glazed look in her eyes she needed release. Didn't she know how to take care of herself? Didn't every girl in her twenties know how? "Touch yourself," he growled.
"I don't know how," she gasped, blinking at him like she was scandalized. "How— What do you mean?"
Well, shit, wasn't her mother supposed to have had "the talk" with her? Sex ed? Something? Jared hauled her off the tree, taking her place and pulling her to him. Her butt nestled sweetly around his cock. He had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from thrusting against her when she squirmed, lodging him firmly between her ass cheeks. His balls drew up tight. Fucking her was a bad idea. But helping her get off couldn't win him any points. If he didn't do either soon, they were both thoroughly, irrevocably, blissfully screwed. His dad would be shitting bricks.
In letting her hands go, he encountered a new problem. She kept reaching behind her to grab his ass and pull him further against her. She spread her thighs, opening herself to the ridge at her back and Jared blindly groped beneath her shirt to unhook her bra. His hands shook.
If someone had told him Phoebe the prude would be dry humping his cock half an hour ago, he'd have told them they were insane. The Ice Princess had provided him with plenty of wet dreams but fuck if he ever thought she'd let him near her. He still wasn't convinced she wouldn't scream and bring down his father's wrath.
Jared clutched her left hand and guided it under her shirt, beneath her bra. Fine, she wanted release, he'd show her, but he would not touch her and have the gates of hades open on him for his part in heavy petting Dad's new little girl.
His hand on top of hers, he cupped her, stroked her, teased her nipple with her own palm. His head dropped back wondering what he'd done to be placed in this hell. He was touching her tight body without feeling a goddamned thing. Fuck. Bloody brilliant of him. He'd have blue balls for a week.
She shuddered, a moan escaping her lips. "What are you doing?"
"I'm not fucking doing anything. You are."
He guided her thumb and forefinger around her nipple and made her squeeze. Phoebe yelped then shoved hard against his groin. Time to get this show on the road, he thought grimly, hoping he got her off before she wrecked his inhibitions.
He flicked open her snap and unzipped her shorts. Guiding her other hand inside her panties he used her hand to stroke her pussy with gentle pets. His middle finger pushed hers inside. She bucked, her head dropping to his shoulder.
"Take it from here, sweetheart, before you kill me."
"Don't know what to do," she panted.
"Rub your clit. C'mon honey. Rub it so it feels good."
Her tentative touches were leaving her frustrated. She squirmed against his cock. Pre-cum dampened his cock. Jared bit back another body-racking moan and worked her finger over her clit, sliding round and round.
Phoebe's knees buckled and he dropped his hand from her breast, wrapping his arm around her waist to hold her up. In the dim light, he watched her fingers continue to fumble beneath her shirt without his encouragement. Her breaths stabbed the air in hasty gulps and pants. He rubbed harder, faster, switching directions and intensity.
Suddenly she came, her body convulsing in silent ecstasy as air hissed from her mouth. Cream leaked through her fingers onto his in silken, hot spill.
Slowly regaining herself, Phoebe stiffened in his arms and shoved away from him. Her face contorted with fury as she drew up her shorts with shaking hands. She wiped her hand on her shorts. "You bastard!" She raised her arm. He waited for the slap. She didn't disappoint as her hit knocked his face to the side and made his ears ring. "You're such a fucking bastard!" Phoebe ran for the double sliding glass doors, disappearing from his sight.
The prospect of meeting his new mommy now had no shine to it. Walking in there after that entrance would raise all kinds of questions he didn't feel capable of fielding at the moment. Not with his cock poking up in the air, begging for attention. He'd meet her another time.
"Fuck that," he muttered, feeling no small amount of chagrin for wanting to stroke Phoebe, forcing her completion upon her. He unzipped his jeans letting his eager cock spring out. His hand still wet from Phoebe's juices, he fisted himself and began pumping. Her dulcet pants filled his mind as he imagined her coming for him, sobbing sweetly for him as her orgasm mastered his shaft, tearing his cum from him. With a shout, Jared spurted into the darkness.
November 15, 2011
Love's Surrender by Samantha Kane
Naughty November #7
[image error]Love's Surrender, Brothers In Arms Book 9 by Samantha Kane.
Coming in December!
Naughty Excerpt:
Vanessa sighed, clearly defeated. "You seek to make me crave you. Why? What do you want from me?"
Her question was like a blow to Nick. He hadn't realized what it must be like for her. Did she have no friends, no lovers, who wanted her just for herself? Was she so accustomed to being used and deceived she could no longer see the obvious? "You. We want you. Like this."
He turned her face to his with two fingers on her jaw and pressed his lips to hers. In the dark he missed, his lips only half covering hers, but she drew in a sharp breath and it gave Nick the opportunity to slide over her open mouth and lick inside. He didn't kiss her like she was an untried virgin, but as if they were already lovers. Some instinct told him that was the way to have her. Not with kid gloves, but with assurance and vigor. Vanessa wanted to be craved, not wooed. She wanted to be possessed, not have a man ask permission with delicate kisses. If they wanted this to work, and right now Nick desperately wanted this to work, then they couldn't afford to give her time to have second thoughts.
Vanessa responded as he'd known she would. She opened her mouth and let him in, and once she'd learned how to kiss him back she battled to dominate the kiss. He didn't let her, and he could feel how his mastery aroused her. Her breath was quick on his cheek, her heart pounding beneath the arm he had wrapped around her, as she moved restlessly between them, seeking more but not sure how to get it.
She tasted like champagne and sweets. Her mouth was small, her teeth straight and smooth against his tongue. He wanted to lift her up and throw her down on the nearest soft bed, mount her and fuck her until she admitted he owned her. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and held her mouth to his, breathing her air and drinking her desire until she whimpered.
It wasn't until Oliver put his arm around him and buried his hand in Nick's hair and forcibly pulled him away from her that Nick realized how rough he was being. "I'm sorry," he gasped. "Damn, you just…you feel so good."
Oliver kept his hand in Nick's hair, although his hold was gentle now.
"How do I taste?" Vanessa asked, as breathless as he was.
"Taste?" Nick asked stupidly. He was having a hard time thinking with Vanessa in his arms and Oliver's hand petting him like that.
"Do I taste like love?" she asked. "Did I do it right?"
Nick found her hand pressed up against Oliver's chest and he dragged it down between his own legs. He pressed her palm against his erection. "Yes, you did it right. Feel how right." He thrust into her hand and held his breath, waiting to see how she'd react to his crudity.
She cupped her hand around him and her fingers explored the length and width of him. He groaned and grabbed her skirt, trying to yank it up.
"Nick," Oliver said roughly. He grabbed Nick's wrist, stopping him. "Don't."
"Do," Vanessa said, her voice unsteady. "I want you to touch me."
"Damn me," Nick murmured. "Yes."
"May I kiss you again, Vanessa?" Oliver asked. He sounded hesitant, which was so unusual for Oliver in these situations it momentarily took Nick's mind off getting under Vanessa's skirts.
"I wish you would," she responded with an ingrained politeness that made Nick smile. Then she added, "Just like Nick, please," and Nick began pulling up her skirt again.
Oliver let go of Nick's head and Vanessa moved against Nick as if adjusting to something Oliver was doing. Nick had a moment of pity for her, trying to accommodate two men who were desperate to touch and taste her. His pity died quickly, replaced by pure unadulterated lust when she moaned and it was muffled by Oliver's mouth on hers.
"Tell me what you're doing," Nick growled. He wrapped his hand around Vanessa's bare thigh, above her stocking. He'd taken his gloves off before they'd reached the little room they were in. Previous experience with these sorts of clandestine encounters had taught him well.
"She has the most delightful breasts," Oliver said. Nick's hand tightened around Vanessa's thigh at Oliver's tone. He loved to hear it like that, so heavy with need it sounded almost painful for him to talk. It had been so long since Nick had heard him sound like that. What was it about her? Why were simple kisses and touches driving both him and Oliver mad with lust tonight? "Soft and plump." Vanessa gave a little whimper. "Her nipples feel like small raspberries. I have to taste them." The last was said with a near desperation that ignited something in Nick. He let go of Vanessa's thigh and reached for her shoulders, tugging the sleeves of her silk gown down her arms, until he could reach around and pull it under her breasts. Like all women, she wore a multitude of undergarments to protect them. But with a tug on a string or two, Nick and Oliver managed to pull it all down under her breasts, until those soft mounds were propped up on her clothing, an offering for both men.
Nick slid around to her side and Oliver made room for him. Then Nick pressed Vanessa back until she rested against his hand on her lower back, her back arched. He put his mouth on her, didn't really care where he landed as long as it was bare skin. And it was. She tasted so fine, like nothing he'd ever tasted before. Her skin was soft and fragrant and he thought he could spend days just licking her. His mouth encountered the curve of her breast and he was as excited as a young boy at his first taste of love.
November 10, 2011
In A Lover's Silence by Qwillia Rain
Naughty November #5
In A Lover's Silence by Qwillia Rain
Alaskan bill-collector Wynne Smith has a problem. Actually, she has two. The first is sexy, six-foot, Deputy US Marshal, Seth Vassar, fresh off the plane from Dallas, Texas and looking for answers to a five year old murder investigation. The by-the-book marshal doesn't take no for an answer any more than Wynne likes to let a puzzle go unsolved.
Which leads to her second problem. A serial killer intent on making Wynne pay for destroying his next work of art.
Now Wynne has to guard her heart against a man she knows is going to leave her while she tries to keep one step ahead of a maniac.
In a game this deadly, her only hope lies In A Lover's Silence.
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Naughty Excerpt:
A chuckle slipped past his lips. He shook his head. "I'm never gonna figure you out, am I?" He shed his shirt.
Wynne stilled, her cautionary voice screamed at her to tread carefully. Not to expose herself to any more pain than she could handle. She had to know. "Do you want to?"
Seth eased away enough to slide her leggings and panties off. Remaining silent, his eyes never left hers as he shrugged out of his shoulder holster and set the gun on the nightstand then stripped free of the rest of his clothes.
The look on his face and in his eyes made Wynne regret asking. She couldn't tell if he wasn't answering because his interest was only temporary, or if he was dealing with his own brand of emotional chaos. Bad enough that her phone call had stirred up memories of the murder of a childhood friend, but this thing — this connection — between them was proving a distraction. For both of them.
And considering how much she hated having things interfere with her plans, she sensed Seth was of the same mind. She sat up, the urge to tug her covers over her was hard to ignore as she watched him toss his jeans aside. It was one thing to have him counting down to when he'd leave Alaska, but the thought that he might harbor a modicum of resentment toward her because she was getting between him and the answers about who killed Victoria — Lacy — and her son sent a chill through Wynne's core.
Determined to bury any vulnerability, Wynne scooted to the edge of the bed and stroked her fingers over his rigid cock. If she gave him, and herself, something else to think about, she wouldn't have to acknowledge the fact he hadn't answered her question.
The soft feel of his flesh was a stark contrast to the firmness of the shaft it covered. The scent of musk and spice filled her lungs as she drew a deep breath, leaned forward, and took the crest into her mouth. Tentatively, she slid her tongue across the sensitive tip, moaning at the salty flavor of his skin.
A shudder racked Seth's frame. He groaned before his fingers fisted in her loosened hair. "Christ, woman, warn a guy before you do that."
Wynne lifted her head and licked her lips. She smiled and met his gaze as she tightened her fingers around him. "What? You don't like it?"
The press of his fingers and the wicked grin lifting his lips belied his protest. "Oh, yeah, I like it. I just wasn't expecting it."
She stroked her tongue over the tip's opening and replied, "Well, I wouldn't want to be predictable."
Wynne concentrated on the taste of his flesh, the scent of his skin. She could feel his body respond, growing rigid as she stroked her fingers along his shaft. A low moan slipped from him as she rolled her tongue over the crest.
In place of the doubt her vulnerability spawned, Wynne reveled in the power she suddenly felt. Controlling Seth's pleasure; enhancing hers through his excitement was an empowering feeling. Just as he'd introduced her to the sensations in abandoning herself to the exhilaration of touch and taste last night, she wanted to share the same thrill with him.
She used her tongue and lips, even her teeth to stimulate him. Her hands caressed the length she was unable to take into her mouth. At his urging, her grip tightened, drawing another growl from deep in his chest. His fingers clenched in her hair. The tension building in his frame was visible in the harsh breaths, the taut hold he kept on himself, and the pulse of his arousal.
She cried out when he wrenched himself free, pulled away from her lips and hands. Gripping her waist he shoved her to the center of the bed then followed her down. The press of her swollen breasts, her beaded nipples brushing against him threatened the thin hold he had on his control. He devoured her lips, thrust his tongue hungrily inside. Like a starving man given access to a feast, Seth savored her taste. One hand tangled in her hair, holding her steady for his kiss, while the other slid between the moist petals of her sex, coaxing her body into an arousal equal to his own.
Only it wasn't enough. He had to be inside her, drive deep, fill her until she accepted who she belonged to. Him and no one else.
A separate part of his mind whispered he was losing focus. Wynne and the emotions she stirred pulled him from the course he'd set when he first decided to travel to Alaska. Find Lacy and Alex's killer. That was his plan. Burying himself so deep within this woman that it was hard to tell where he ended and she began wasn't part of that.
At the same time, he recognized the elemental connection between them. Wynne and he were both fighters. Warriors. Determined to keep others safe and protected from all the bad things and bad people in the world. That link was similar in nature to the bond between his adoptive parents. It was strong and everlasting. And he wanted it. Wanted Wynne.
Though her juices coated his fingers, and her cries for release filled his ears, he knew Wynne's body was still too new to lovemaking to make his possession of her easy. Trying to rein in his animal side, the side that wanted to slam into her, Seth settled between Wynne's thighs and stroked the delicate portal of her sex with his cock.
She felt hot, wet, ready for him.
"Easy. Give me a minute." Even as the words left his lips, the savage within took over and he buried his length to the hilt inside her.
She arched beneath him, cried out. Her head thrown back, eyes open wide, staring at the ceiling. Forcing himself to remain still, Seth stroked her face, kissed away the tears welling up on her lashes, spilling onto her cheeks.
Guilt twisted in his gut, but a visceral hum of satisfaction rolled through him. He fought the urge to thrust, hammer himself into her as he felt the contractions pulsing through the flesh surrounding him. She was his. Made only for him. The way her hips cradled his, the slight curve of her belly dovetailed neatly into his abdomen, the pillowy cushion of her breasts against his chest, everything about her fit him.
After her breath slowed, Wynne whispered something. Unsure he'd heard her correctly, he asked, "What, baby?"
Her voice was stronger this time. "Move."
He stifled the impulse to growl 'No' and nodded, soothed away the last of her tears. "Okay, give me a second. I'll get up."
Her fingers gripped his ribs. She shook her head and sighed. "No, don't leave, just move." She pushed her hips against his.
Seth cursed. He braced his arms on the bed beside her shoulders and shifted his weight off of her. Shaking his head he began to ease out, but Wynne's legs lifted to lock around his waist.
He froze, counted to twenty, then thirty, and tried to get her to understand. "Baby, I can't. It's too soon. I'll hurt you."
Her eyes were closed. She licked her lips and whispered, "It feels so good, Seth. Please. Move." Again she thrust her hips upward, opened her eyes, the plea clear in her grey-hazel gaze.
The instant he looked down into her eyes, he was lost. Only passion stared back at him, slipping the last of his restraint and freeing the caveman within. He reached back and pulled first her left hand, then her right from around his chest, stretched them up, over her head, and pinned them to the bed.
Excitement kindled in her gaze as she tried to free herself from his hold, but he wouldn't let go. He gripped both wrists in one hand and slowly slid the other to her hip. "Move? Like this?" he asked as he rolled his hips, rubbing his pelvis against hers, his cock firmly settled inside.
Wynne's eyes fluttered closed, her legs tightened around him. A low moan issued from her lips, reassuring Seth that what she was experiencing wasn't pain. He decided to tease her a bit more. See how willing she was to demand what she wanted. How long she could hold off climax.
Despite the grip of her thighs, he began a slow withdrawal. "Or should I move like this?" he asked before thrusting back into her in slow increments.
Wynne squirmed, her body practically vibrating with arousal. He took his time, alternating slow languid thrusts with fast, deep, motions, each time making sure to ask what she wanted, what she liked. His own needs were submerged beneath the determination to find what pleased this woman — his woman — most.
Time after time he'd take her to the brink of climax then halt, holding her still, forcing her to relax, slide away from the edge. Each time his body protested as vehemently as her, but the sensations were nearly addicting; the scent of her skin; the damp slide of her flesh against his as sweat beaded on their skin. Her body hot and ripe, squeezing his, learning a rhythm of grip and release that wore away at his control.
For the first time in an hour, Seth set his lips to hers and kissed her. A deep tongue-tangled kiss, establishing, in his mind, his ownership of her. He nipped her bottom lip as he pulled back. "Look at me."
Heavy lids fluttered open, her eyes were unfocused; the pupils expanded so wide only a thin ring of vibrant color surrounded them. Flecks of yellow, green, and blue added to the grey, distracting him until she shifted beneath him, rubbing her breasts against his chest.
Seth chuckled. "Need something?"
Her nod was jerky, inelegant, as if her muscles were no longer under her control.
He kept his pace slow, steady, never too deep; just enough to remind her he was there. "What is it?"
Her tongue peeked out to lick her lips. "Please," she croaked her voice hoarse.
"Tell me."
Heat filled her cheeks, but she didn't say the words.
Seth squeezed her wrists. "Don't move your arms, understood?" He waited for her nod before slipping his hand away to brush the sweat-dampened hair from her cheeks. Seeing the need in her eyes, he asked, "Do you want to come?"
"Y — yes."
He dipped his head and nibbled at the moist curve of her throat, inhaling the spicy scent of cinnamon mingled with her unique aroma. "Then ask me."
A shudder moved through her as if she fought her own climax, deferring to him before setting it free. The knowledge spiked his own arousal, tightening the coil of heat building at the base of his spine.
When she remained quiet, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip, Seth held her gaze and told her, "Say it. Say, 'Seth, may I come?'"
Her lips moved but he didn't hear anything.
"Say it. Come on, baby," he encouraged, his need eclipsed by the desire to hear her ask.
Finally, "Please, Seth, may I come?" The words held both plea and censure. The light of rebellion gleamed in her eyes even as the passion consumed it.
"Yes."
Her body convulsed around his, her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him tight as her body quaked beneath him. From deep inside her, he felt the waves of release ripple through her, cresting then rising, over and over until it swept him into the vortex and the only thing registering in his mind was the sheer pleasure to be found in her arms.
November 8, 2011
Belong To Me by Shayla Black
Belong To Me
Wicked Lovers, Book 5
Publisher: Berkley HEAT
ISBN-13: 978-0425243152
ISBN-10: TBA
Release Date: October 4, 2011
Genre: Erotic Romance
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She's undercover and in over her head…
When FBI analyst Tara Jacobs' fellow agent and best friend goes missing while investigating a sex ring, Tara goes undercover as a submissive in a Dallas BDSM club called Dominion. But no man can top a woman with Tara's moxie convincingly enough—until an edgy, dangerous Dom takes control of the scene and sets her heart racing with a single, commanding glance. Too bad he's also the man who stole her innocence years ago—and the one to whom she will never submit.
He's got everything under control…until he falls for her again.
Navy SEAL Logan Edgington once left the woman he loved to save her life. He knows Tara will never forgive him, but he has no doubt that he possesses the knowledge to master her fears and the strength to guide her through an unfamiliar world of pleasure and pain. He alone can protect her on a dangerous mission that reveals both wicked depravities and terrible secrets. Logan relishes the exquisite torture of holding her again, feeling her uninhibited response. No matter how much Tara insists their fling will end after this mission, he's determined that she will be his again—and this time, he'll never let her go.
Naughty Excerpt
Xander ran a finger through her very wet pussy. "She definitely likes that idea."
"Remember, Cherry, no coming unless I say so." He turned to Xander. "Blindfold her."
Xander grinned as he went to the cabinet in the corner and came back toward her with something that looked like a black, lacy sleep mask.
She struggled, shaking her head. "I need to see what's happening."
"Remember your promise. You get no say in this scene, so you don't need to know anything. I'm calling the shots."
"If I can't see, how will I understand the point of this exercise," she improvised. The truth was, being blindfolded and touched by both of them excited her and scared her spitless at once.
A sexy smile lifted Logan's lips. "Trust me, you'll get the point quickly. Xander, go."
All too quickly, the mask settled over her eyes, and Tara was plunged into darkness. Immediately, she worked to tamp down her panic and focused in on her other senses. The cold air grazing her hard nipples and the wet folds of her heated flesh. Xander's breath on her face as he hovered. The tangy taste of apprehension in her mouth. The rustling of clothing as Xander moved away, then returned.
He brushed a thumb over her clit once, twice. The need in her belly twisted tighter. Again, he pulled away. A few moments later, a mechanical humming buzzed—just before he settled something that vibrated directly over her clit. It gave her a jolt of pleasure.
"Oh God," she cried out.
"Is he hurting you?" Logan asked.
Xander moved the little device to one side of her clit, then another, awakening more nerves. Just when his stimulation of that spot made her desire spiral, he eased back over the hood and started the cycle all over again. He moved the toy around until the fire engulfed not just her greedy nerve-filled nub, but her very skin and blood. Tara's sex clenched with aching emptiness. Every time Xander eased that little rubbery device over her, he made her arch, gasp, burn just a little bit more.
"Is he?" Logan demanded.
What was the question? Damn, she couldn't recall, could only drown in desire.
"Is he hurting you?" Logan snapped. "I'm not going to ask again."
"N-No." She was panting now. There was no denying that orgasm was mere seconds away—all the more potent because Logan had demanded that a stranger, his friend, make her body want it. Even so, some part of her didn't want to climax for Xander. Instead, she wanted to beg Logan to touch her and drive her to ecstasy in his arms. It made no sense to want the conniving bastard, but the thought pushed her even closer to the edge. God, just another second . . .
"Stop," Logan demanded.
Instantly, Xander lifted the device from her clit, then settled two stationary fingers over her plush, sensitive flesh. She shuddered, mewled.
"It's hard and shuddering," Xander said as if that excited the hell out of him. Then his warm touch left her. The slide of leather told her that
he'd stepped back.
"Excellent." Logan sounded vastly pleased.
November 7, 2011
The Dom's Dungeon by Cherise Sinclair
The Dom's Dungeon
Blurb:
Foster child. Teenage whore. Now a veterinarian, MacKensie's turned her life around, but the scars remain. She saves her affection for the animals who never judge or scorn her, but it's time to get out, move on from her past in Iowa. So, she arranges a vacation exchange to job hunt in Seattle.
Although the house is lovely, one room is locked. Her years in foster care have given her two 'gifts': a neurosis about locked doors and the ability to open them. After she gets into the room, she's appalled…and intrigued. Chains and manacles, whips and paddles, odd benches with straps…
When Alex returns home days early and finds MacKensie draped over the spanking bench in his locked dungeon, he's furious. But her wariness arouses his protective nature and curiosity, so he strikes a deal to keep her close—she'll act as his submissive in exchange for a place to stay and help finding a job.
He'd planned to use the veterinarian to deter an ex-girlfriend, not replace her, but with MacKensie's compelling mixture of strength and vulnerability, the little sub slides right into his well-defended heart.
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Excerpt
"Are you going to tell me what happened twelve years ago?"
"No." She tried to pull away again, as useless an effort as a butterfly trying to escape a hungry bird.
"All right." He didn't sound angry, but she knew him now. He didn't give. Persistence should be his middle name. But instead of talking more, he caressed her breast. His fingers circled her nipple, and she could actually feel the tiny muscles in the areola bunching in response to his knowledgeable touch. He moved to the other breast, and as if the two were joined by a wire, they both soon ached.
"Alex, I want to go now. I'm tired."
He pinched her nipple hard enough to make her jerk, and yet the sizzle went straight to her clit. Her pussy started to burn. "Don't lie to me, pet. I prefer a refusal to a lie, but right now, I'll accept neither. I've had a long evening, and I intend to play with my sub a little."
Play with me? A chill crawled up her spine, putting the heat out as if ice water had been dumped on it.
"Yes, play with you," he said, startling her. She hadn't realized she'd spoken. "Don't worry, pet. My cock will stay where it is unless you jump on it. But that's the only concession you get tonight." His fingers tightened on her nipple as if to prove his point. Pressing and then releasing in a slow rhythm until her blood and pussy pulsed in response.
He bit her neck lightly, and she jumped. How did he make all the sensations flow into her clit like water flowing into the ocean? Filling it full until it throbbed.
As if he'd heard her, his other hand released her fingers and stroked down her body, ever so gently and yet inexorably. She set her hand over his, lacing her fingers between his and trying to stop him, a useless attempt. When his fingers stroked across her pussy, her fingers were still laced through his.
He chuckled. "I hadn't thought you the type for masturbation in public, but I enjoy watching a woman pleasure herself. You may continue if you want."
She jerked her hand away with a growl, knowing she'd totally lost that round. Heck, she was losing everything, including her senses.
His hand pressed against her pussy, his skin cool against the heat. Then he stroked the wetness from his fingers onto her thigh. "You're wet," he whispered. "I will continue."
How did he do this to her? Men had touched her — many, many men — and rubbed her and –
"Stop thinking," he growled and bit her shoulder again, totally derailing her thoughts, and then he slid a finger into her.
She jumped, then gasped when his fingers pinched her breast. Her clit felt as if it had been pumped up like a balloon, and a tremor raced through her. Her control eroding like the sand on the beach, she struggled against him. His forearms kept her in place even as his fingers moved over her breast. Her pussy. He swept her moisture through her folds and up over her clit.
And then one finger rubbed her, stroking gently but firmly in a merciless rhythm. He would stop to spread more wetness, and then resume. She could actually feel her climax approach this time, feel her legs quivering and her insides winding up like a spring.
He stopped.
Why? She hadn't come.
He tossed the sides of her blanket back, and the cool air swept over her. Apparently he'd gotten bored, she decided, with relief — and disappointment as her clit pulsed with each beat of her heart. "Well, we should go in," she said. She leaned forward, and he yanked her back against his chest so fast her breath huffed out.
"Stay still, sub."
At his growled command, her body froze, although her heart rate increased.
And then he used his fingers to do exactly the same thing all over again, bringing her right to the top. And stopping.
And again. The next time he stopped, she couldn't smother her moan. He was deliberately torturing her. "Why?"
His hands stroked over her, and everything he did seemed to make her need to come worse. Her clit felt as if it contained all the blood in her body, stabbing with need.
"There's only one way for you to get relief," he murmured. "You're sitting on it."
She realized her bottom pressed against a very erect cock, and she tried to edge away. "No," she whispered. "I won't."
"That's all right, pet," he said. "I enjoy touching you so much that I can keep this up all night." His fingers slid down to cup her pussy, grazing over her clit. Her hips surged up, trying for more, and his hand moved away.
Fine. Surely I can do this myself. She slid her hand down to her pussy.
A ruthless grip closed around her wrist, pulled her hand away. "My toy, not yours," Alex growled.
A minute later he resumed tormenting, and her arousal surged higher this time, the frustration increasing her need to painful levels.
When he stopped again, she couldn't stand it anymore. She needed…needed so badly to come. Could she actually have sex with him? Alex wasn't a john. Maybe she could let him take her. "All right. Just do it."
"No, little sub." He took his hands off her, and she whimpered. "You will do it."
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November 4, 2011
Karleigh's Cowboys by Paige Tyler
KARLEIGH'S COWBOYSTwo ranch hands are better than one!
Karleigh Blake hasn't take a vacation in years, so when her friend talks her into coming out to her Colorado ranch for some fun and relaxation, she jumps at the chance. Once there, she meets up with two hot and hunky ranch hands named Holden Donnelly and Mav Ryan who definitely know how to show a girl a good time.
It starts as two separate rolls in the hay, and she's concerned she isn't going to be able to hide that she's sleeping with both of them. She's surprised when the two cowboys compare notes and decide they don't mind sharing her – as long as they can do it at the same time!
Excerpt:
Beauty must have sensed Karleigh the moment she walked into the barn because the mare whinnied in greeting at her. Lips curving into a smile, Karleigh took a sugar cube from the basket and held it out to the horse. The mare gently took the treat from Karleigh's outstretched palm, then nuzzled her hand affectionately. Karleigh ran her hand over the mare's silky chestnut coat with sigh. On the other side of the barn, Loverboy and Highwayman stuck their heads out of their stalls to look longingly at the female horse. Compared to Beauty's love life, hers didn't seem nearly as complicated, Karleigh thought. If she was careful and did some strategic planning, she could keep seeing both Holden and Mav without either of them finding out. How hard could it be?
The sound of the door opening interrupted her before she could answer that question. Startled, she turned to see Holden and Mav walking into the barn. Her stomach did a crazy little backflip at the sight of them. It should be illegal to be in a room with two guys this gorgeous.
Mav gave her a grin. "Where were you hiding all day?"
Had it been that obvious? Karleigh ran her hands down the front of her short, silk robe. She wished she'd worn something a little less revealing, but she hadn't expected anyone to be on the ranch. Not that it would have mattered. Both men were undressing her with their eyes anyway. Heat pooled between her thighs, and she stifled a moan.
"I went shopping with Heather in Colorado Springs," she said.
Holden hooked his thumbs in his belt, his fingers resting lightly on the big buckle. Karleigh heard somewhere that when a man did that, it meant he was thinking about sex.
"Mav said you two went for a ride and a picnic yesterday."
Oh crap. She reached up to nervously tuck her long, blonde hair behind her ear. "Um, yeah."
"You know," Holden continued. "You should have told me you liked anal sex. We could have tried it out the other night."
Double crap.
Karleigh stared at Mav in shock, unable to believe he'd told Holden they'd slept together. But why wouldn't he? Mav had no idea she'd wanted to keep it a secret.
She tensed, bracing herself for the anger she was sure was headed her way, but to her surprise—and relief—neither man looked angry. In fact, they were grinning.
She looked from one to the other. "You're not mad?
"Why would we be mad?" Holden asked.
She thought it would have been obvious. "Because I slept with both of you."
"Oh. That." Mav chuckled. "You're a whole lot of filly. We don't mind sharing you."
She blinked. "You don't?"
His dark eyes took on that smolder she was coming to recognize. "As long as we do it at the same time. Or more precisely, do you at the same time." He slanted Holden a glance. "Isn't that right?"
Holden's grin broadened. "That's right."
Her eyes went wide. "You mean, like a threesome?"
Mav nodded. "Unless you're not comfortable with that."
Karleigh chewed on her lower lip thoughtfully. She'd never had a threesome, but the chance to have sex with two incredibly hot guys was too good to pass up.
She looked at them from beneath lowered lashes, her heart beating a little faster. "I didn't say that."
"So, what are you saying?" Holden asked.
"Just that I've never actually had sex with two men before," she said. "But I'm all about trying new things. Especially when they sound like they're going to be so much fun."
Mav's dark eyes flared. "Is that a yes?"
She gave them a sultry smile. "It's most definitely a yes."
He grinned. "We were hoping you'd say that."
Karleigh wasn't sure what the rules were when it came to having a threesome—or even if there were any. Fortunately, Holden and Mav seemed to know exactly what to do because they immediately walked over to her. She waited expectantly to see which of them would take the lead when Holden pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She looped her arms around his neck, her lips parting as his tongue took possession of hers. His erection bulged in his jeans and rubbed against her tummy, telling her how turned on he already was.
His hands went to the belt on her robe, giving it a tug. As it fell open, Mav stepped up behind her, slipping off the garment and leaving her naked. Being sandwiched between two rock-hard male bodies made her pussy purr, and she moaned against Holden's mouth. He slid his hands in her hair, gently tilting her head back while Mav pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck. Two sets of hands roamed over her body, caressing her everywhere. She tried to focus on who was touching where, but she lost track. After a while, it felt like she had a dozen hands touching her body, not just four. And it felt damn good.
When hands finally buried themselves in her hair again, she decided that must be Holden. Which meant Mav was cupping her breasts. As he rolled her hard nipples between his fingers, his cock pressed against her ass, straining at the material of his jeans. The reminder of how delicious he'd felt inside her asshole made her moan, and she rotated her hips in invitation, silently letting him know she wouldn't mind him doing it again.
Holden made enough room so Mav could slide his hand down her stomach to find her clit in the downy curls between her thighs. While he began making circles around the sensitive nub, Holden took over massaging her breasts. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipples before giving each of them a firm squeeze. Being touched in both places at once made the sensations that much more intense, and she let out an audible sigh as Holden pulled his mouth away to trail kisses down her neck.
Behind her, Mav brushed her ear with his lips. "Does this feel good?"
His breath was warm and moist against her skin, and she shivered. "Mm-hmm."
"Would you like us to make you come like this?" Holden asked.
The way they were touching her was making it difficult to think, much less speak. "Us?"
Taking one hand from her breast, he slowly glided it down her stomach to join Mav's between her legs. Ah, so that was what he'd meant.
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November 3, 2011
Secret Cravings by Kris Cook
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Secret Cravings
by
Kris Cook
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BLURB:
Kate Bullion's chance to surprise her grandmother for the holidays goes awry when, instead of Gran, she comes face-to-face with twins Rance and Troy Keekoti, her childhood best friends. They've grown up into two very sexy men, but pain from their past still stings Kate.
Rance and Troy have never forgotten Kate–the girl of their dreams, now a woman they crave to possess. Yet tribal law prevents them from coming clean with her about their true nature as shifters. They can't resist being near her, though, no matter what the risk.
Kate bakes some of Gran's famous cookies for Rance and Troy, but what none of them know is that one of the ingredients magically lowers inhibitions in humans. In the twins, it unleashes primal urges that scorch her to the core.
Will she be able to let go of old pain and choose the love of her two wolf-shifters?
NAUGHTY EXCERPT:
As if on cue, Troy sucked on her left nipple while he pinched the other nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Kate bit back a scream, shooting her hands into his dark hair. She enjoyed the feel of his locks on her fingertips and his mouth on her chest.
He leaned up, his eyes dancing with desire. Gently, he kneaded her breasts, sending her to the stratosphere. When he bent down for another kiss, she went past the moon. This time his mouth pressed like an invader, demanding surrender. She felt the pooling of liquid in her pussy. Overwhelmed and loving it, she moved her hands from his hair to his neck, locking her fingers together.
"That's it, honey. I can smell your desire growing. I'm thirsty for your pussy's sweet juices. I want you soaked."
He moved his kisses down her body. First, he caressed her neck with his lips. Then, he nipped at her breasts' painfully erect nipples. Next, he kissed her belly. Using his hands, he urged her thighs apart.
A single thought cut through the haze of desire. Could he think of this as just a way to garner her forgiveness? A one-night stand? Oh God, no! She fought to squeeze her legs back together.
She choked out, "Troy—"
"Shh. Darlin', everything is going to be okay." His tone calmed her worries and his hands called to her body to respond. "I'm going to take you on the ride of your life."
That was what everything inside her screamed for, but still she had to ask, "Are we making a mistake?"
He kissed her thighs. "Trust me."
"I'll do my best." She relaxed, letting him part her legs.
"And your best is all I need, Kate." Troy slid one finger inside her pussy. "Tight. Fucking perfect. I can't wait to slide my cock inside your pretty little cunt." As if hypnotized, his gaze never faltered from her pussy.
She arched up into the assault, buzzing with need. When his thumb grazed her clit ever so slightly, her breathing turned to panting. She threaded her hands in his hair, as he gently licked her folds. This wasn't like any finger fucking she'd felt before, this was off-the-charts explosive. Another of his fingers shot deep into her, finding her G-spot.
"You're soaking my hand with your sweet cream, darlin'." Troy's teasing was driving her wild. "I'm getting really thirsty to taste your pussy. Once I've dined on you, I'm going to fill you up with my cock."
Words were hard to speak, but she had to let him know how he made her feel. "O–Ohh, yes! Troy, do it. So, good…"
When his tongue laved her pink button, she lurched into him and pressed the back of his head. Holy hell, she wasn't sure how much more she could take of his expert treatment.
He held her clit between his teeth, and she almost fainted. Releasing her bundle, he started lapping her slick flesh. His fingers continued probing deep inside her. Just as she was about to climax, he stopped. When her vibration quieted to a low rumble, he started the same routine with his hot tongue and long fingers. Over and over, he'd take her to the edge of orgasm only to pull back before she could lose herself to it. Every precipice shot higher than the previous one. What was looming ahead would be like nothing she'd ever felt before. Of that she was certain. If Troy ever let her drop into a final release, she might actually pass out from its effects.
"I've dreamed about this, pleasuring you. You've always been mine, Kate. I'll never let you go again."
It sounded so right, but how could it be? There was too much baggage, too much hurt. Yet, here she was, feeling so adored, so wanted. Though she tried to still her whirling mind, she couldn't. The sensations he brought out of her body wouldn't allow it. They demanded full attention. God, she couldn't resist. Troy's touches were so delicious and perfect.
His mouth covered her clit, and her logic evaporated. The only thing left to her was to feel.
One hand continued pressing that inner spot inside her pussy, the other moved to her backside entrance. Did he mean to try anal with her? She'd never tried that, but she wouldn't resist with Troy. In fact, she realized that she couldn't resist whatever he wanted to try. His sexual skills dazzled and delighted her. Never had she experienced such treatment from any lover in the past. Her heartbeat sped like a racehorse, galloping for the finish line.
"P-Please, Troy. I need to come."
He stopped his mouth torment and looked up at her from between her thighs. "Do you? How bad do you want to come, little lady?" The grin he shot her almost did the trick, but she fisted the sheets, holding it back.
"More than anything."
"Your wish is my command."
He probed her pussy with his fingers and tongue, sending her entire body into an explosion of hot rapture. Kate closed her eyes and let loose a throaty scream as her womb contracted again and again during the best climax of her life. Her pussy clenched and released in rapid succession. She fisted the sheet, riding the
sensations firing inside her body. Still, Troy's expert touches to her pussy multiplied and extended the overwhelming orgasm.
Slowly, Kate's heartbeats softened and her breathing deepened. She'd never experienced anything like that. "Some reunion."
"Not finished yet, honey." Troy moved up her body, kissing the entire way until he ended at her lips.
While his tongue swirled in her mouth again, she could feel his hard cock pressing against her pussy. She whimpered from the ache for him to be inside her. "Please, Troy. I need you inside me."
"You bet you do. You're going to take my cock inside your hot slit, but don't move. Understand?"
Kate nodded, ready to obey his every command.
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November 2, 2011
The EX-Files by Cat Johnson
November is the time for giving thanks and my heroine from The EX-Files, Jane, is very thankful. Thankful that she finally dumped the guy she'd been dating, the guy who was so bad in bed she couldn't wait for him to leave so she could break out the vibrator. Then she finds Damian and he's a bounty worthy of a Thanksgiving table. A man with a cornucopia of skills guaranteed to make a woman come running back for seconds, and even thirds, once she's recovered enough to finally walk again, that is. Here's a hotter than your Turkey Day oven scene from The EX-Files. Enjoy!
The EX-Files
a Cat Johnson RED title
As "Plain Jane" Dolan—what an ex once called her—makes her way through her little black book and the men from her past searching for the Mr. Right who got away, there's another man who makes his way into her little black panties. She can't deny he feels oh so right.
Gorgeous and much too young Damian drips sexuality. He serves up both tongue-tantalizing cocktails and mind-boggling orgasms and Jane finds her post-date sexual encounters with the tempting bartender completely irresistible.
But her soul mate is waiting and there are still more men from her past to re-date—or are there?
Reader Advisory: Contains smoking hot sex with no strings–but with toys!
EXCERPT
Her skirt was already pushed high up around her hips from their little encounter against the door and he had every intention of leaving her thigh-high stockings and heels on—at least for the first go. Damian took a step closer so his legs were pressed against the edge of the mattress. He pulled her thongs down and they joined his clothes on the floor. He saw what he'd felt, she was waxed smooth. He'd enjoy that even more later.
Hell. Why wait. He'd enjoy it now. Leaning low, he buried his mouth in the juncture of her thighs. She gasped as he spread her with his tongue. He plunged it into her. She raised her hips and he pushed deeper. Then he went to work on her clit, creating a suction with his mouth that had her moaning and pushing harder against him. Plunging two fingers into her insanely wet pussy, he stroked inside her, concentrating on the rough spongy area that delineated her G-spot. She cried out and bucked beneath his hands and mouth.
He added his teeth to the mix, dragging them over her distended clit. She hissed in a breath and pulled her pelvis back. He'd worked her hard and she was overly sensitive from it. He had no intention of stopping, but Damian did sooth the tender spot, blowing air across the bud of nerves.
Bending her knees, he pushed them back to her chest, holding them there with his hands and exposing her to him from front to back. He wanted every inch of her. Before the night was out, he intended to have it. No strings, she'd said. This could be his one and only shot with her. With that thought in mind, Damian drove the point of his tongue into her ass. She drew in a shocked gasp and froze, but she didn't pull away. Taking that as a good sign, Damian stroked the tip of his tongue in and around her tight hole. She sighed and he felt her tensed muscles relax in his grasp. Definitely a good sign.
He spread her knees wide again and moved his attention back to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. She pushed closer to his mouth and when he pressed just the tip of one finger against her ass while working her clit with his tongue, she didn't pull away. Her breath began to quicken, just as he planned. The closer she got to another climax, the harder he worked her clit, the more her muscles began to tighten and pulse, drawing his fingertip inside her without his having to do anything more than keep steady pressure there.
Her muscles gripped the fingertip inside her. He felt her second climax of the night hit. As she cried out and bucked against him, her muscles squeezing his finger hard, he vowed the next time she came he'd experience it with his cock buried deep inside her.
As the crest passed and she was still twitching with the aftershocks, he added more spit to his finger and ever so slowly stroked it in and out of her ass. A small furrow appeared over her brow. It was a strange sensation the first few times, but it would pass as the pleasure took over. Damian knew that from his own experience. He tongued her clit again while working his finger into her ass. The frown disappeared and in a few seconds she was pushing down against his finger, driving him deeper.
Oh, yeah, he'd be exploring this further with Jane. Later. Now, he'd waited more than long enough to take what he wanted so badly.
Grabbing Jane's legs, he pulled her toward him so he stood between her spread thighs. She was wet and glistening, and one push sent his cock sliding inside her tight heat. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, breathing deep to hang on to the small hold he still had on his control. He held still for a second, afraid to move or he'd come. When he dared move again, the first stroke sent a shiver up his spine. His ass clenched, his balls tingled. He forced his eyes open and glanced down, watching the amazing vision of his body sliding into Jane's.
He looked up and saw her eyes were closed, but her mouth open as it formed a perfect "o" shape. Damian held her hips, delighting in how they filled his hands, and plunged into her faster, deeper. She responded to each stroke with the very word her mouth had silently formed. Each one of Jane's breathy ohs pushed Damian closer to losing his tenuous control.
"Jane?" He gasped her name. "Stay with me?"
She opened his eyes. "What?" Her word was spoken on an exhale as she breathed heavily.
"Once isn't going to be enough. Stay the night with me." He lifted her hips higher, changing the angle enough he could plunge deeper, until his balls slapped against her with every down stroke.
"Yes."
He groaned and let himself do what he'd wanted to from the beginning. Damian came hard while buried deep. He was still twitching, his cock still semi-hard, when he laid his weight on top of her and claimed her mouth again. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking him in place as she ate at his mouth, nipping his lips, stroking his tongue. All the while, she made tiny motions with her hips against him. She was still dressed. The heels of her shoes dug into his ass. The roughness of the lace tops of the hose chafed the skin of his hips.
Buried inside her, he felt her muscles tightening and releasing his cock, which was responding by slowly rising to the occasion again.
Jane's breath began to get ragged as her pulsing against him increased. He opened his eyes and saw the expression on her face that was becoming increasingly familiar to him. Knowing what it meant, he was growing to love the sight of it. She grabbed his ass and pulled him in deeper. He happily let her guide his hips as her muscles massaged him. He could easily do this all night long and still not have gotten enough of her.
The tiny sounds coming from Jane's throat rose in volume and pitch, and in seconds he felt the grip of her orgasm clamp down on his dick buried as deeply as it could go inside her.
He squeezed his eyes shut and rode the wave with her. Her muscles milked him into a renewed full tilt hard-on that begged for release even though he'd just had one moments ago. While they were both still panting from her orgasm, he leaned down and claimed her mouth again, kissing her deeply. He loved kissing her. They'd done nothing but kiss last night. This was infinitely better. He plunged his cock deep into her pussy and then withdrew while his tongue mimicked the motion.
Breaking the kiss so he could watch her face as he loved her, Damian leaned back. He lifted her knees and set a slow rhythm. He spared a moment to wish she were naked so he could see all of her.
There would be time for that later. He'd enjoy exploring every inch of her with his hands and mouth. Now, he needed to fuck and ease this ache she caused. Slick as they both were from a combination of his semen spilling from her and running down her cleft, and her own wetness, he slid in and out easily.
Kissing her again, he set a frenzied pace until his balls drew up and the tingling in them told Damian he was close. With Jane panting beneath him, her breath hot against his face while he leaned low, her heels looped over his arms as he held her legs high and wide, he came again with an orgasm no less powerful than the first time.
Finally, the last pulses done, he released his hold on her legs. His heart pounding, he collapsed on top of her, unable to move.
She laughed beneath him.
Damian managed to wrestle himself onto one elbow so he could see her. "What?"
"Is this what sex is always like with you?"
He raised one brow. How did he answer that?
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Welcome to November. As in years past I am dedicating the month of November to the naughty. All month long there will be fabulous guests stopping by to steam up your screen with their naughtiest excerpts. I doubt we'll be safe for work so keep that in mind. 
We hope you'll leave comments and let us know what you think. In the meantime, grab your ice water and get ready. ~Eliza
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Cat Johnson Kris Cook Shayla Black Cherise Sinclair Mia Watts Chloe Lang Lissa Matthews Heather Rainier Qwillia Rain Kallypso Masters Katie Blu
