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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