Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Love, passion, sex, heat, power, and hunger. It's all here in one hot and filthy 5 book boxed set.

Coming September 29th

Love, passion, sex, heat, power, and hunger. It's all here in one hot and filthy boxed set. The first four books of the Dark and Damaged Hearts Series with one extra dirty honeymoon novel. Indulge in the passionate love stories of two dominant millionaires and the women who won their hearts. Whatever your preference, be it a sexy nerd with a penchant for comic books and exhibitionism, or a broody alpha who knows how to make a woman drop to her knees, this series is for you.  


Coming September 29th



Book 1 -Love, Passion and Power: Part 1
Book 2- Love, Passion and Power: Part 2
Book 3- Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 1
Book 4- Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 2
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Tuesday, 19 September 2017

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Monday, 18 September 2017

Author Spotlight: Erica Lynn Part 3 - Cuff Me

Cuff Me
Blurb:
When Lynette Montgomery's older sister dies from breast cancer, she quickly steps in to take care of her two young nephews. The boys are sweet, caring, and Lynette has no idea what she's doing. Terrified of failing her sister, she does everything she can to present herself as the parental figure she feels the boys need, even swearing off the sexy-as-can-be cop she just so happened to have a one-night stand with outside of her best friend's house.

Robert Barletta is a decorated and respected cop with the San Antonio PD. After having just played a key role in bringing down Houston and San Antonio's largest drug operation, he should be on top of the world. Unfortunately for him, he can't get that one night with a smoking hot blonde temptress out of his head.

When he's forced to take some time off, and the two come face to face, will they be able to keep their attraction on the back burner? Or has this game of cat and mouse just started?

Excerpt:
“Why did you need a vibrator in the first place?” he asked, tongue slowly gliding up and down her neck. “If you need help with something, all you have to do is ask.” He looked up and gave her a smile that she suspected incinerated every woman’s panties in a fifty-mile radius, and hers were no exception. Well, she wouldn’t have been an exception if she were wearing any, a realization that she was suddenly all too aware of as she felt her warm arousal beginning to coat her upper thighs.
“I didn’t know if you’d be interested in another, you know.” She was such an idiot. After what they’d done last time and the things they’d said, she was still shy?
“Another what, angel? Another fuck?” He dropped his hands to her breasts and fondled her nipples through her robe. “You should know by now that I can’t turn down anything you want. All you have to do is give the command.”
Could she be with him again? She’d said no relationships for a while after she got the boys, but this wasn’t a relationship. It just so happened that fate had dropped her a deliciously decadent present in the form of Robert Barletta on this weekend away; was she supposed to ignore that? Who was she to say “Eff you” to fate? That was plain bad manners.
Decision made, she summoned up every ounce of courage she had. With shaking fingers, she reached for the belt on her robe and slowly untied it so that it fell open, revealing herself to him. She felt him grow harder as he looked down at her body.
“Yes, please. I’d like another fuck.”
She thought he’d kiss her, but instead he moved back and then pushed her into his bedroom. He quietly shut and locked the door behind him, then turned back to her with a determined look in his eyes. She moaned as she felt his large hands rip the robe from her body. Her hands shook as she hastily tugged his pants until they were down to his ankles, his erection huge and for her alone. She had a sudden urge to have him in her mouth, and she wasn’t going to let this go any further until she did.
But first, she wanted what she’d been thinking about nonstop since their night together. She looked into his eyes and smashed her mouth to his in a searing kiss, then pulled away and dropped to her knees.
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Sunday, 17 September 2017

Chicks dig an accent that's for sure!

Chicks Dig the Accent, a modern-day fairy tale rom-com with Loose Id Publishing, is now available in paperback! Description: Molly Ivers has always known she’d marry a foreign man with a delicious accent. Six months ago, in a night of unbridled passion, Molly gave her virginity to her friend and sexy-as-can-be neighbor, rocker Evan Castle. Unfortunately, thanks to his swarm of constant groupies, things didn’t work out, but they remained friends. Now, after having just broken up with her boring, run-of-the-mill right-wing boyfriend, she’s on the verge of finishing her graduate degree and moving to Paris. She is desperate to shake things up--and find that sexy foreign man. She’s had a crush on Nicholas Sullivan, her British professor, for as long as she can remember. So when opportunity comes knocking to spice up her appearance in the form of a French life coach, she hires Jean Luc Dubois to help her let her hair down and become more Parisian and hip to reflect the person she is within. Thanks to Jean Luc’s magic, she starts to catch her hunky English prof’s eye, but the more time she spends with Evan, the more she begins to realize that her Prince Charming might just be the one she’s known all along. Buy Links:
Excerpt:

 “So, you’re going through with it?”
“Going through with what?” They both looked into the living room, where a bemused Evan stood half-naked and barefoot in a pair of black pajama bottoms. Molly licked nectar off the peach on the end of her fork to save it from dropping to the floor. Evan’s jaw tightened, and his eyes gleamed as he zeroed in on her.
He cleared his throat and lifted an empty half gallon of milk. “Sorry, you left the door cracked open. I came to borrow milk.”
“Jesus, Evan! Knock next time, or at least text. I’m in my panties!” Nell smacked him on the arm and tugged down her nightshirt as she ran past him into her bedroom.
“Sorry,” he said, but he seemed distracted as he strode toward Molly, eyes glued to her lips. She sucked the rest of her peach slice into her mouth and wiped at a little of the nectar at the corner of her lips. Her cheeks blazed at the hungry longing in his eyes. She turned away to open the fridge to get the milk. It wasn’t uncommon for them to borrow food from one another, and he always watched out for them. He had a comforting, protective nature she’d gotten used to.
She grew painfully aware of her night shorts, which had a tendency to ride up her butt and cut off at midthigh, and her thin white tank top.
Could he see her nipples? And jeez, Louise, why did they have to harden every time he came near her? She pushed hair out of her face and began to pour the milk into his empty half gallon.
“Help yourself to the fruit in the bowl there. Nell had leftovers. How much milk do you want?” “Enough for a bowl of cereal, please. I’ll get some at the store later.” She’d only heard his voice drop as low and husky during sex. She stopped after she poured enough milk, then gave him extra. Evan reached over her to open a nearby drawer.
He took out a fork. He inserted it into the flesh of a peach slice and brought it to his lips. “Forbidden fruit, hmm?” He teased the fruit around his lips with a wicked smirk. He winked at her and sank his teeth into half the peach as he watched her, licking it. Her mouth went dry.
Oh, he knew what he was doing.
He chewed, licked his bottom lip, and held out the fork. “Want some?” Before she could gain common sense and say no, she closed her eyes and parted her lips. He slid the remaining slice in. Molly closed her mouth around it. He withdrew the fork tines slowly from her closed lips, and his finger grazed her lower lip. “You’ve got a bit on your…”
She opened her eyes and sharply inhaled. He’d moved closer, right there, and was about to kiss her. She turned away, burning. Bonus Excerpt (NSFW):
“You know”—he fingered a wayward strand of hair near her face—“we haven’t been alone together since…that night. Funny the way it comes back around, hmm? So, what were you and Grouchy McGee talking about a minute ago? What are you going through with?”
“Nothing. Just this new thing I may or may not try. It’s a sort of…makeover.” He tilted his head and scanned her face.
“Why do you need a makeover? You’re perfect as you are.”
She blushed and got busy with the batter. He’d continually shown an interest, no matter how study-obsessed or sleep-ridden she looked. She pretended it didn’t make a difference, but it more than flattered her; it made her feel special, desired. Once she’d stirred the batter enough, she put it in the pan to cook and found her gaze locked on his chest. Did he put on more muscle since they’d had sex? Or had it been too long since she’d seen him without his shirt? If she reached out, without too much effort, she’d touch him. She fought the urge, and he cracked a smile at her obvious dilemma. She turned back to stir the eggs and kept her eyes averted and hands busy.
“I-I don’t know. I’m going to try a new look. You know, to get ready to go to Paris.”
“So you’re still going to go, huh?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He moved into her peripheral vision. His lips came right behind her ear, and his nose nudged her hair. She tensed. “I’ve got to tell you, Molly, what happened between us…” His warm hand slid around front, below her tank top. His fingers grazed her bare stomach, skin to skin. He waited, gauging her reaction. “Is this okay?”
She almost shook her head, but she wanted his touch! She hadn’t gone without sex since being with him, but her body sang at the heat of his palm, and she realized she was starved for him, for what he and he alone could give her. She gave a barely there nod, and he continued to caress her stomach.
“What happened was… I don’t know what to call it. Amazing, sacred. We’ve kept it between you and me, but if you need someone—” She gasped as his hand dived into her shorts and he slid his fingers over her clit, between her pussy lips. His fingers slowly made their way back up. He thumbed her sensitive nub, and she closed her eyes and tried to breathe. “I’m here if you, you know, feel the need. No strings attached. I’ve had my eye on you for a long time now. But I have a feeling you already knew that.” His voice dropped to a low and sexy growl. He moved his hand farther down, and she leaned her head back onto his shoulder as he thrust two fingers inside. He continued to stimulate her engorged clit while he steadily pumped in and out of her. She let out a small whimper, and his lips moved against her ear. “Shh. Our little secret, right? I have a secret of my own. I can’t stop thinking about you. What you gave me, what we did together—do you think of me too? Hmm?”

Saturday, 16 September 2017

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Sunday, 10 September 2017

Happy Release Day to my sister from another mister, Jeanne St. James! Down and Dirty is right! Hot, hot, hot! Check out Zak and the Dirty Angels MC.



Down & Dirty: Zak (Dirty Angels MC, Book 1)
By Jeanne St. James

Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance

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Blurb:

Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rule. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Zak’s story…

After spending the last ten years in prison, Zak, former DAMC president, has a few priorities: to reconnect with his “brothers,” to get drunk, and to get laid. Not necessarily in that order. When he spots a stunning woman in the clubhouse and mistakes her for one of the club’s strippers, those priorities get a bit skewed.
  Sophie has no idea what happened to her life. One minute she’s totally focused on building her bakery business, and the next? She’s delivering a cake to the Dirty Angels motorcycle club’s “homecoming” celebration for a member who just got out of prison. Little does she know baking that cake will change the rest of her life, not to mention, make her a target for a rival MC. Normally, Sophie wouldn’t be caught dead with a man like Zak, a tattooed, ex-con, badass biker.
 When a decades old territory war threatens to rip them apart, Zak will do anything to keep Sophie, his club, and the town safe. But being from two different worlds, the threat they’re under may not be worth the risk.

Excerpt:

Sophie had no idea what happened to her life. One minute she’s totally focused on building her bakery business, and the next?
She closed her eyes and groaned. Somehow the next, she’s being pulled through a crowd of rowdy bikers and their “bitches” in the cold night air, heading toward a roaring bonfire that appeared to be made up of a mountain of wood pallets. The flames licked halfway to heaven.
As Zak strode forward, Sophie leaned back trying to slow him down a bit. She was wearing her very favorite suede knee-high boots. The brown ones that had a really nice heel on them that made her legs look longer. And slimmer. Because that was important, too. However, the heel didn’t make it easy to walk in the dark over stones, dead grass and rough patches of dirt.
She had a feeling she would end up on her ass. She should have worn sneakers instead.
Especially since she wasn’t trying to impress anyone here.
She didn’t even want to be here in the first place.
How the hell did she even end up here tonight?
The man currently hauling her around left pissed off last night and she had no clue why he even insisted on pursuing her... pursuing this. Whatever the hell this was.
The worst part was she had shut down the bakery early, locked the door, turned off all the lights, and went upstairs to hide just in case he did show up at eight. Like he had threatened.
And when eight-oh-five came around and he hadn’t shown up, she had breathed a sigh of relief. But then, she should have realized that bikers probably weren’t prompt or watched the time. Life apparently revolved around them, not the clock.
Nope, fuck everyone else.
So, she left the lights off in her apartment, too, and wearing a pair of yoga pants and an old, soft sweatshirt, she sank onto her couch to catch up on some TV.
Well, that was until there was a man in black standing before her, hands on his hips.
And if that didn’t make her scream and her heart beat a million miles a minute, nothing would.
She had no idea how he got in or why she didn’t hear him. Maybe he was right about the shop needing better security.
She needed it just to keep him out.
But as he stood over her, her stomach dropped—once it stopped spinning. Holy Hannah, even in the glow of the TV he looked good with his badass clothes, his badass tats, and his badass bod.
He jerked his stubbled chin in her direction. “That what you’re wearing?”
“How did you get in here?”
“Told you I’d be here at eight.”
She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. “I locked the door.”
“I know. Diesel will be makin’ your place more secure.”
He knew someone named after fuel. Okay, then.
“Question was: That what you’re wearin’?”
She looked down at her clothes, then back up at him. He was judging her clothing choices? “Uh, no. I’m not going.”
He blinked slowly as if trying to keep his patience. “Babe.”
Maybe he should be more worried about her patience. “My name is Sophie.”
“Know what your name is.”
“Babe is a pig in a movie.”
She swore she heard him snort. Though, it sounded much sexier than a pig.
“Got wraps. We can stay here and fuck, or we can go to church.”
Sophie heard the silent, “And then fuck,” he was tacking onto the end of that in his mind.
Wasn’t much of a choice. “How about neither. I hate church.”
This time he definitely snorted. He leaned over and switched on the lamp next to the couch. Sophie squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light.
Hot damn, he looked even better in the light.
Fuck her life.
His beard was freshly trimmed tight to his jaw, his hair actually looked like he ran a comb through it even though it had a shaggy, sexy tousled look to it. His eyes were lit up with amusement.
Then there was the rest of him. He had a well-fitting pair of Levi’s encasing his long legs which ended at his black biker boots, of course. And on her way back up, she noticed the same belt as yesterday, and couldn’t forget that grimy black leather vest. Under it was a black thermal Henley that snugged his torso. And his muscular arms. And that muscular chest of his. She finally let her eyes rise to his and he wore a wide smile.
Cocky.
“Babe. Yeah, thinking stayin’ here and fuckin’ may be the choice you’ll be makin’. I brought a few.”
Sophie shook herself out of her daze. “A few what?”
“Wraps. Nothin’s gonna hold us back tonight.”
Well, that was a relief.
Not.



About the Author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a bestselling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.
Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

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Saturday, 9 September 2017

Author Spotlight: Erica Lynn Part 2 - In the Shadows

In the Shadows

Blurb:
Rosie Hobbs is in trouble. Big trouble. The kind of trouble that has her scared to leave her apartment. When she first met Aaron he was a fun guy who liked to have a good time. Just the kind of man she prefers. But when he wants more, and she tells him she's not interested, he loses it. Continuous phone calls, showing up where she's at, vandalizing her property... She finds herself turning to an unexpected protector, her best friend's ridiculously sexy brother.

Conner Montgomery is a lawyer and he deals with this type of BS every day. However, something about Rosie has him crossing the professional line. Is it her gorgeous smile? Her charm? Or the fact that he can't even look at her without imagining her body wrapped around his? Whatever the case, when Aaron shows up at a get-together and scares Rosie half to death, Conner's determined to make sure he can't get anywhere near her again.

When the stakes get higher, and the threats more real, will Conner be able to keep Rosie protected, or will their soaring passion cloud their judgment?

Excerpt:
Conner yanked off his shirt, then made haste removing his shoes, socks, and jeans. He walked toward hisdamn bed. “Take off my boxers.”
Rosie but stopped when he got directly in front of her. He’d fantasized about this nonstop, and it was going to go his way. Rosie liked to feel in charge, and that was fine with him, but not when she was in
Rosie swallowed and then did as she was told. She had to drop down to her knees to get them all the way off, and he fought the urge to feel himself in her mouth again. When she was done, she stood and looked at him expectantly. yeah, something told him she loved being told what to do.
“Get on the bed and take off your dress.” Conner instructed through clenched teeth.
Rosie turned and walked to the bed, then bent over and crawled to the center on her hands and knees. Her ass swayed side to side in the air, her panty-clad pussy peeking out from beneath her dress. When she’d made it to the center, she turned to face him, still on her knees. She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, discarding it on the floor. She looked like a fucking goddess, her face flushed, lips swollen from her killer blowjob, wearing a provocative lacy black bra and panty set that perfectly hugged her voluptuous body.
“Now the bra.” Conner fisted his erection and began to stroke it as he watched her hastily rid herself of the garment. He smiled and walked toward her. “It would seem someone is in a hurry.”
“Yes,” she panted.
“Why are your legs shaking, baby?”
“Because I want you. I need you.”
“Soon, baby; but first, lie down.”
She paused for a second, then did as he instructed.
“Spread your legs for me.” He hissed under his breath when her legs fell to the side. Her panties were wet in the center from her arousal, and he had to grip the base of his dick hard to keep from coming. “Show me how you touched yourself.”
Rosie squirmed against the bed, no doubt in as much agony as he was, if not more. She trembled as she slid her fingers underneath the elastic of her panties, then cried out when they came in contact with her clit.
He watched as she pleasured herself, her fingers dipping in and out of the fabric. When he couldn’t take another second of the exquisite torture, he bent down in front of her and sucked on her sex through her panties.

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Wednesday, 6 September 2017

Author Spotlight: Jeanne St. James

Needing Him
An Obsessed Novella
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance/Erotica, BDSM, M/F
Length: Novella
The books in this series are all standalones

Coming OCTOBER 7th, 2017
This isn’t just a love story, it’s an obsession…
I’ve loved Bree my whole life. We were each other’s firsts when we were young and inexperienced, and I totally screwed up. I disappointed her, causing her to cry and run away. But over the years, I’ve learned, I’ve perfected, and I’ve dreamt of one day getting another shot with the love of my life.
When I finally get the chance never in my wildest dreams did I think Bree was like this. The girl who used to wear yellow sundresses is no longer Bree, she’s Brianna, my new mistress. I’ll do whatever needed for her forgiveness, even go to my knees and grovel.
However, there’s just one thing... I want Bree back, not Brianna. Once I get Bree, Brianna can do to me what she will.

Maybe Noah doesn’t realize it, but he’s been mine ever since we were teens. I tried to apologize for disappointing him our first time, but never got the chance.
Now, when he approaches me at the bar, I can only think about all the things I want to do to him and with him. I plan to show him the skills I’ve honed over the years.
Little does he know what’s in store for him because I know his secrets, his desires, his needs. And I plan on giving it all to him.
However, just when I think I’m in control, he turns my world upside down.

Excerpt
As I slip the wide blindfold over his eyes, I’m almost wondering whether I should forego it. Shame, really, to cover such beautiful, expressive eyes. Maybe later I will leave it off. But for now...
“Can you see me, my pet?”
He releases a long breath. “No.”
“Do you want to see me?”
“Yes,” he hisses, which makes me smile. Now, to begin...
I check the Wartenberg pinwheel in my hand. One of my favorites. Unlike pinwheels from when we were children that spin in the breeze, this pinwheel is oh so adult. It reminds me of a cowboy’s spur. The handle is made of metal, with twenty sharp needle-like points radiating from its wheel. It could be used twofold... to bring pleasure or to bring pain, depending on the pressure, depending on its use.
But for now, I want my pet to be hard, ready for me for when I’m ready for him. I want him to be driven to please me after I please him.
Give and take. I will give and I will take. He will come along for the ride.
“One Mississippi,” I murmur as I roll the wheel along his skin from his pelvis up his belly to his chest. He sucks in his stomach and blows out a breath, his cock twitching, leaking between us.
“Two Mississippi.” I lightly direct it over his right nipple.
“Ah fuck,” he mutters, his jaw tight.
“Three Mississippi.” I roll it to his left nipple, over the very hard tip and he jerks in his restraints.
“Bree,” he breathes.
I love my name on his lips when he’s engulfed in pleasure, it makes my pussy clench. I want to take him there and squeeze him tight, feel him fill me up and make me orgasm mindlessly.
But it’s too soon. We’ve only just begun.
I roll the pinwheel along the tender underside of his arms which are exposed as they stretch before me. I roll it down his chest again, over his stomach, pushing harder this time, leaving marks behind.
“Yes?” I ask him.
“Yes,” he groans.
Not that I’d change my course of action if he’d said no. He knows what he needs to say to stop me.
I continue my path along his waist, over his hips, down his thighs, his muscles tightening, clenching, twitching. Then behind his knees, down his calves, around his ankles. If I didn’t have him bound, I’d do the bottom of his feet and drive him mad.
I’m disappointed I can’t. Maybe next time.
Now on my knees in front of him, I roll it along his inner thighs, coming to the apex of his legs. I study him, the pinwheel gripped tightly in my hand. He’s stunning. His cock is no more than average length, but the girth is remarkable and his balls hang heavy just waiting for my touch.
I don’t know if I should give him that just yet, because I find myself fighting my own urges. And if I give in to them, I’m no longer in control.
No matter what, I don’t want to disappoint Noah again. Not now, not ever.
I rake my nails over his length, then over the tip and a noise escapes him that turns my nipples into even harder points. Lightly, I roll the pinwheel down his length, just missing the delicate skin of his sac.
“Ah, fuck,” he cries out, his chin dropping to his chest.
“You like that, my pet?” I ask him out of courtesy but nothing more.
He says something that sounds like a yes, but isn’t a fully formed word. I smile.
Tonight, neither one of us will be disappointed, unlike all those years ago. I will make sure he leaves here fully satisfied. I will make sure he leaves me in the same way, as well.
I run the sharp wheel over the crown of his cock and circle the head. “You like my instrument of torture?”
“Not... torture.”
No, clearly it is not.


Down and Dirty: Zak
Dirty Angels MC Book 1


Welcome to Shadow Valley where the Dirty Angels MC rule. Get ready to get Down & Dirty because this is Zak’s story…

After spending the last ten years in prison, Zak, former DAMC president, has a few priorities: to reconnect with his “brothers,” to get drunk, and to get laid. Not necessarily in that order. When he spots a stunning woman in the clubhouse and mistakes her for one of the club’s strippers, those priorities get a bit skewed.
  Sophie has no idea what happened to her life. One minute she’s totally focused on building her bakery business, and the next? She’s delivering a cake to the Dirty Angels motorcycle club’s “homecoming” celebration for a member who just got out of prison. Little does she know baking that cake will change the rest of her life, not to mention, make her a target for a rival MC. Normally, Sophie wouldn’t be caught dead with a man like Zak, a tattooed, ex-con, badass biker.
 When a decades old territory war threatens to rip them apart, Zak will do anything to keep Sophie, his club, and the town safe. But being from two different worlds, the threat they’re under may not be worth the risk.

Excerpt
Something wet and warm touched her back there again, probed, teased, and she relaxed as much as she could. His tongue was replaced quickly with a roaming finger, doing the same thing.
When she heard a snap of the cap on the lube, she swallowed hard, her lips parting as her breathing shallowed. The cool gel was a shock against her heated skin, a total contrast to the warmth of his tongue and finger.
Then he was pushing gently, slowly. “That’s it, babe. Take me. Give this to me. Give me everything. All of you. Let me make this mine.” Her body melted into the bed at his murmurs, his whispers, his attempt at calming her spinning mind.
When she brought him upstairs, this was not what she had planned. But the sensations were nothing like she ever felt before. So unexpected. So crazy good. He slipped one knuckle deep, then two. Coaxing her gently, murmuring against her back as he did it.
“Don’t know if this is gonna work, babe. So tight. Might have to run out and—”
“No... Don’t go. Stay, keep going.”
“Fuck, babe. Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me. Survived ten years in the joint to be released and die happy inside you. That’d be the way to go.”
Sophie smiled into her folded arms, but it quickly disappeared when he worked her faster.
Suddenly, he slipped from her and she felt empty.
He slapped her ass lightly. “Up. On your knees. Keep your pretty head down.” God, they needed condoms and he needed to fuck her… like now!
He had iron-clad control, because he didn’t fuck her, instead she heard the hum of a vibrator. Her small purple one; she recognized the sound easily.
“Gonna get you so that you’re beggin’ me, babe. No doubt.”
His tone didn’t sound so cocky now. The way his soft words slipped from his lips, they sounded caring. He wanted to make sure she was ready for him.
The pressure of the small vibrator against the tight rim of her ass made her clench, then as the pulsations radiated through her, she relaxed. Opened to him. Invited him to do whatever he intended.
He hooked an arm around her hips, reaching beneath her to press a thumb against her clit, circling, rubbing, and she opened up even more for him.
“That’s it, babe,” he murmured, the smooth, lubed vibrator sinking deeply, easily into her.
Her eyelids fluttered and eyes rolled back.
Holy hell, if she knew it felt like this, she would have done this a long time ago.
“You like that,” he said, his voice low, strained. He had to be suffering at this point, his erection thick against her thigh.
He began to fuck her with the dildo, while playing with her clit until she cried out, her body convulsing uncontrollably. But he didn’t stop, no, he continued until she lost her mind, desperate for him now. Dying for him to be inside her, to take her completely. And she didn’t care where. Somewhere. Anywhere.
Soon.
“Zak,” she groaned.
“Soon, babe,” he promised. “I can’t wait much longer, either.”
“Zak,” she called again, her voice breathless.
“Gotta make sure—”
“Zak,” she wailed, dragging his name out until she ran out of breath.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Oh, God, Zak.”
“Goddamn it,” he muttered some more.
“Oh, mother fuck.”
He released a hiss, slipped the vibrator from her, shut it off, then she heard the larger one.
Damn, she couldn’t take another one. She wanted him inside her instead. Not a toy. Him. Real. Hard. All male.
But he pressed the larger vibrator to her clit first, making her jump because it was now so sensitive. Then he slid it back and slipped it easily between her soaked folds. Her back arched as he seated it deep and held it still.
Her head rolled from side to side as she called his name again.
He cursed. And suddenly, he was there, the smooth slick head of his cock gliding against her, asking her permission to enter.
He pressed harder, struggling to get past the tight ring without hurting her. And it did hurt. Though, not enough to tell him to stop. She wanted him to hurry, become a part of her. Take her to the ends of the Earth and back.
Badass biker. Ex-con. Forbidden sex. A thrill ran through her. She gasped when he pushed further, farther, taking it home. Stretching her, filling her. Making her his.
Being the first, and maybe the only, to take her there.
With both the vibrations radiating from her core and him settled deep inside her ass, she bit her lip, her body, her mind spinning out of control.
She wanted him to move, but he didn’t. He remained still, quiet. But she could hear his breath, his deep, but rapid rasping. He started to speak, but his words dissipated into thin air. He tried again, but she couldn’t catch any of those words, either.
She found herself on another plane, another level. Honestly, she didn’t care what he had to say, only cared about what he was about to do.
And when he did it, she cried out. He was right, she would beg him. Beg him for more. Beg him to go faster. Beg him to go deeper.
“’Kay?”
Even when her lips parted to answer him, assure him she was all right, nothing came out. Nothing but a lost breath escaped.
He folded over her, gripped her hair and pulled her head back, arching her neck. His lips found her ear. “Can’t hold on, babe. I can’t. Sorry.”
It didn’t matter, her body decided she couldn’t, either. She tensed around his cock and the vibrator, both deep inside her, as the waves crashed through her, sweeping her under, dragging him along for the ride.