Oh shit! How about filling me up, stud? She had no problem imagining how the horse felt. Tamara was reacting the same way as Honey—flesh quivering, pussy lips swollen and dripping—wet and ready. If only she were able to have an enjoyable experience with one man, but she knew better. For her, orgasm required more stimulation than one cock was capable of delivering. All of her attempts at one-on-one sex in the recent past had left her frustrated. She was not able to get off anymore without at least three big cocks fucking all her orifices at once.
Her body readied itself anyway, betraying Tamara and confusing her jumbled thoughts. Her breasts were so full, needy. It took all her self-control to keep her hands on the fence rail and not rub the small globes or tweak her peaked nipples. Dakota’s heady, masculine scent enveloping her made her clit pulse. The silky material of her panties flooded with her cream, the scent of arousal rising on the heated air between them.
“She wants this, weeps for it.” Dakota whispered the words against her ear.
Tamara watched as Brock walked the big stallion into the corral at a measured pace, keeping the horse under his rigid command. She tried to keep the animals at the center of her attention instead of the big man behind her. She made a concerted effort to keep her breathing steady so he wouldn’t know how much his words and actions affected her, but a knot of sexual need twisted her stomach as she watched the horse pace close behind the mare.
She felt Dakota moving, the heat of his body warming her back, intense sexual energy crowding her closer to the fence. Tamara was certain his actions would mirror those of the stallion’s cautious yet eager approach to the filly.
“You can feel the stallion’s anticipation of shafting the mare—see it in the trembling of his body. He can smell the scent of her need as her body prepares itself for him. He knows she is wet and all he has to do is mount her from behind, sliding his huge cock into her slick, ready passage.”
Hell fucking yeah, she screamed within her head.
Tamara stifled an inward groan as Dakota’s thick erection pressed against the crevice of her ass, hot and insistent. He was so wonderfully hard and long. Her legs became weak as he rocked against her. She couldn’t resist pushing back into the harder-than-steel length of his questing shaft or take her eyes off the scene taking place in the corral before them.
Brock led the stallion toward the mare at an angle, not allowing the horse to mount right away. He kept the stallion far enough away from the mare so all the horse managed to do was extend his neck over and nuzzle her genitals.
Fuck! That had to feel good.
Dakota continued to speak against her ear, sending tingling currents of electricity through her entire body. Right then she would have risked everything to feel his mouth teasing her wet folds, his tongue lapping at her inflamed clit.
“First he will taste her desire, let it roll around on his tongue and fill him with her essence. He’ll lap up as much of that sweet cream as he can, teasing the mare. Make her long for what only he can give her.”
The wet swipe of the stallion’s big tongue over Honey’s sensitive folds had the horse screaming out in need. Tamara felt an echo of the same need ooze from her sensitive skin as Dakota continued to rock his erection into the crease of her ass.
He felt better than good. He felt like something she needed with a desperation bordering on obsession. She wanted nothing more than to drop her jeans, spread her legs and impale herself on his thick length. Have every hard inch filling her all the way to her empty heart.
“See the way Honey’s muscles ripple beneath her skin as she anticipates Rowdy’s long cock ramming into her? She wants to feel him pounding into her hot cunt, stroking her sensitive walls.”
Hell yes she saw it. She shared Honey’s eagerness to experience such a glorious impalement. Dakota created a longing in her well beyond anything in her experience. It burned through her body with an incomprehensible molten desire.
They watched as Zeke braced the mare, providing a bit of physical support as the stallion mounted her, his forelegs and chest resting over her back. The stud looked downright primal, single-minded in his desire to mate. He rutted around until he was properly aligned with the mare then slid forward, driving his shaft into her body, his teeth nipping at her neck. Animal grunts and cries of passion rose in the air.
At the same time, Dakota thrust his cock against her ass, his teeth capturing the tender flesh where neck and shoulder meet. Tamara’s eyes clamped shut as carnal wants flooded her system. The words he spoke between swipes of his tongue over the pulse point in her neck were lost in her lust-fogged mind. She dissolved into a mass of quivering, hypersensitive nerve endings.
Time lost all meaning for Tamara. She had no idea how long she stood there with the big stud rocking against her ass. All she knew was she desired him more than she ever had any other man. Yet desire wasn’t quite right. This reaction was much more, reaching toward becoming an all consuming requirement. She needed his cock filling her, making her complete.
She was astonished to find watching two horses fuck, combined with Dakota’s words, was turning her on so much. More than any porno flick ever had. As the stallion groaned out his satisfaction, Dakota’s moan filled her ear.
“I want you so much, princess.”
Hell yes!
Don’t get mad…get sexy!
The Reinvention of Chastity
© 2007 Eve Vaughn
Plain Jane paralegal Chastity Bryant has had a raving crush on her boss Sebastian Rossi since meeting him. Always willing to jump at his beck and call, Chastity’s world comes crashing in on her one morning when she overhears him laughing about her less than exciting life. To top it off, he freely admits that he’s used her crush to his advantage!
After a pep talk from her friends, they devise a plan to teach the arrogant Sebastian a lesson. Armed with a new look and a new attitude, Chastity sets out to seduce her hunky boss and bring him to his knees.
Sebastian Rossi has always been able to depend on two things in life: his successful law practice and his dependable employee, Chastity. But his whole world is turned upside down when she walks into his office looking like she just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Now, all he can think about is her. He doesn’t know what brought about the change, but one thing is certain, he’ll stop at nothing to possess her.
Things are going according to plan for Chastity, but the only thing she hadn’t counted on was falling in love.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Reinvention of Chastity:
It was official.
Sebastian wanted Chastity Bryant. He’d reached his boiling point and could no longer deny what had begun from the moment she stepped into his office with her glamorous new look two months ago.
It grew more difficult with each passing day to watch her stroll around the office looking drop-dead gorgeous. It wasn’t just her looks either. Chastity now exuded a confidence that hadn’t been there before, and he found it sexy as hell. He couldn’t get a proper night’s sleep from thoughts of her. He’d wake up in the middle of the night, body drenched with sweat after dreaming about burying himself between silky, chocolate thighs.
Whenever she walked past him, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her slow, rhythmic movements that seemed to scream, “jump me”. He’d already lost count of how many times his dick got hard with just the mere mention of her name. Sebastian wanted to run his hands over her body just to see if that rich, dark skin of hers was as soft as it looked.
Once, he’d caught her nibbling on her bottom lip and he literally had to stop himself from grabbing her and tasting it for himself. Sebastian would sit at his desk for hours trying to concentrate on his work when all he could think about was stripping Chastity’s clothes off, one article at a time—tasting every delectable inch of her.
Tossing his pen aside, he stood up in frustration. It was already past twelve. He might as well grab something to eat since he wasn’t getting any work done. On his way out of the office
he knew he’d pass by Chastity’s desk.
His plan to keep walking without looking her way went down the tubes when he spied Jeremy leaning over her desk. Chastity gave his friend the big smile she used to give him. Her eyes twinkled with apparent amusement at whatever Jeremy was saying. The deep dimples in her cheeks gave her a look of sweet innocence.
Since her makeover, Chastity had taken to wearing low cut tops and today was no exception. The sexy décolletage on display was enough to set his pulse racing. His fingers itched to trace the tops of those generous mounds. She wore her hair pulled back into a ponytail tied with a pink satin ribbon. Although he preferred her hair flowing around her shoulders, she looked lovely.
An irrational burst of envy soared through his body, making him clench his fists. Unable to help himself, he walked over to them. “What are you two grinning about over here?” Sebastian cursed inwardly. He didn’t mean for his voice to sound so harsh.
They looked up at him, Jeremy eyeing him with mild curiosity and Chastity looking slightly resentful, as though he’d intruded on a private conversation. Jeremy straightened up, an easy smile splitting his face. “What’s up, Seb?”
“I was on my way to lunch actually.”
The blond frowned. “I thought you had a business lunch with one of your clients.”
“They had to reschedule,” he lied. He wasn’t about to admit that he canceled his appointment because his head was in his pants. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Jeremy frowned. “What question?”
Sebastian hated repeating himself, especially over something as trivial as this. “What were you two grinning about?”
“Just small talk. Chastity and I were on our way to lunch as well.”
Sebastian’s blood thundered. He wanted to knock Jeremy on his ass. He remembered his friend telling him of his interest in Chastity, but that didn’t stop the green-eyed monster from rearing its head. A demon must have possessed him because he couldn’t help saying, “Since we’re all headed for lunch, let’s all go together.” His eyes never left Chastity’s face.
Her lips tightened slightly before she turned her head away. She didn’t seem pleased.
Tough.
“We were only going to the Gallery Mall, nothing fancy,” Jeremy said, almost as if to put him off.
“I don’t need anything fancy. You don’t mind my tagging along, do you?” Sebastian knew very well that he was putting them in a position where they couldn’t refuse without looking like a couple of jerks. The look on Jeremy’s face spoke volumes. Chastity’s face, however, was unreadable and he wondered what was going on in that beautiful head of hers. “Do you mind, Chastity?”
She looked up at Jeremy with a smile, not bothering to answer Sebastian’s question. “I’m going to the restroom before we go.”
Jeremy smiled back. “No problem. Take your time.”
Both men watched her retreating figure, her curvaceous bottom swaying from side to side with each step she took. God, he wanted her. When she was out of earshot, Jeremy turned on him, blue eyes blazing. “What the hell was that about?”
“What do you mean? I thought you said you didn’t mind my joining you two.”
“You know damn well I couldn’t say otherwise.”
“Why couldn’t you? I would have.”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Romeo.”
Sebastian shrugged. “Who’s playing dumb? Haven’t we had lunch together on numerous occasions?”
“Not with Chastity.”
“Okay, fine. What’s wrong with a little friendly competition?”
For a second, it looked like Jeremy wanted to deck him before his face relaxed into a smile. “You’re a son of a bitch.”
Sebastian laughed. “And don’t you forget it.”
“She’s going to see right through this new interest you have in her. You never gave two flying fucks about her before this sudden change.”
“Neither did you.”
“Okay, so we’re both bastards.”
Sebastian cocked an eyebrow and held out his hand. “May the better bastard win?” Even as they shook hands, Sebastian guaranteed himself the victory.
The three of them decided to have a meal at a small tavern not too far from the office instead of trekking all the way downtown to the Gallery Mall. When shown to a booth, Jeremy slid in next to Chastity and Sebastian took the seat directly across from her. That was fine with him. This way, he could face her, and she’d have no choice but to look at him as well. He wouldn’t allow her to ignore him, if he had any say in the matter.
The look of agitation on her pretty face told him that he was getting to her as well. Good. He wanted her to be as aware of him as he was of her.
“I think the Cobb salad looks good. Have you eaten here before, Jeremy?” she asked, turning to the blond. Sebastian knew exactly what Chastity was up to, but if she wanted to play games, she’d soon learn just how competitive he could be.
Fixing his gaze on his prey, he said, “Chastity, why don’t you try the Oysters Casino. A nice little aphrodisiac, don’t you think?”
She only spared him a brief glance before her eyes darted away again. She fluttered thick lashes at Jeremy as if he were some kind of rock star. “I’m not really in the mood for anything heavy. What do you think, Jeremy?”
“Hmm, I think I’ll have a hamburger and fries. Probably not the healthiest choice, but I’ll just have to hit the gym a little harder tonight.”
“I think I’m going to stick to the salad. My ass is big enough as it is.” She closed the menu with a sigh.
Jeremy grinned at her wolfishly. “At the risk of sounding like a lecher, I think your ass is just fine.”
Chastity giggled, dimples popping out. Before Sebastian realized what was going on, his lunch mates fell into a deep conversation, completely excluding him. His fury grew with each passing second. By the time the waitress took their orders, he was ready to strangle them both. He knew what Jeremy was up to, but what was up with Chastity’s cold shoulder act? No woman had ever treated him like this before and it was driving him bananas. He hated being ignored, especially when it was by someone he wanted so damn much.
Vengeance is what she sought…eternal love is what she found.
Fallon’s Revenge
© 2006 Mackenzie McKade
Young and inexperienced, Fallon McGregor is an immortal with one thing on her mind. Revenge. She’ll do anything to destroy the demon that killed her daughter and made Fallon his flesh and blood slave. One step ahead of her tormentor, she knows her luck is running out. She needs to discover the mysteries of the dark—and fast. When she meets Adrian Trask she gets more than she bargains for in tight jeans and a Stetson.
Adrian will share his ancient blood and knowledge with Fallon, but he wants something in return…her heart and her promise to stay with him forever.
But Fallon doesn’t have forever. Once her nemesis is destroyed she will seek her own death. Tormented, she must choose between a promise made and the love of one man.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Fallon’s Revenge:
She was dead—well, undead.
Still, when Adrian called her “darlin’” in that deep, seductive tone, she had to admit to a spark of excitement. His fervor, the promise in his words, stroked an uncontrollable fire inside setting her pulse to speed. Heat swept across her skin. She was achy and hungry to feel his cock between her thighs, parting her wet folds, fucking her hard and fast as she took his blood.
But he had promised nice and slow. The pressure of his hard body rubbing against hers only served to drive her deeper into the dark world of surrender. A seductive takeover she felt too weak to refuse.
She wanted him.
Not only to achieve her goal that always lay in the back of her mind. But something more elemental moved within her.
Desire.
She had felt lust for every man she’d shared a night with, except for Chavez. Yet Adrian did something to her that no on
e had ever truly done since her transformation. He made her long to believe a future existed as an immortal. That life wasn’t just a series of unfortunate events. That she had something to live for.
No. I need to be with Christy.
Mentally, she tried to brush the ridiculous thoughts of a future and living from her head. Okay. This was foolish and extremely dangerous. She had to take control of the situation.
But it was too late.
In a flash they were both naked. Flesh against flesh. Even his boots and cowboy hat vanished.
She whimpered, feeling his hard erection snug against her belly. Her nipples had turned into sensitive nubs. Just the scrape of his chest against hers sent shards of fire through their peaks. She tried to inhale, a weak attempt that only left her breathless.
“Please,” she moaned, tossing back her head. Her hair swung across her ass sending chills up her spine. “I need to feel you inside me. Fuck me. Now.”
Satisfied male laughter greeted her. “Darlin’, I’m gonna fuck you, but first I’ll make love to you. Slowly, the way a woman deserves.”
Was this man real? Or was his plan to kill her softly?
In a heartbeat he swept her off her feet. She felt small in his arms, feminine, as he carried her to the bed. Gently he laid her down upon the patchwork comforter and he moved away.
The sight made her next breath stick in her throat. It was the first time she had seen him naked, and the man was huge. She wasn’t talking about the breadth of his chest, his muscular biceps, or the taut chords that raced through his powerful thighs. His cock was at least eight inches of long, hard pleasure.
The thought of him buried deep inside her released a flood of excitement between her thighs. Her mouth watered to wrap her lips around his firmness, to watch his control vaporize as she took all of him.
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