I plunge down. I grab the front of his shirt. Buttons pop and fly. The lush white cotton makes a glorious long ripping sound as it parts. I yank his pants and his underwear down over his thighs. the hot scent of him would be enough to drive me wild. But the sight of his huge, angry cock so near to my tongue makes me lose control. I plunge my mouth onto him. Suck and pop the massive head between my lips and onto my tongue. He sucks harder on my pussy. I pull my mouth over him. The upward curve of his shaft helps me slide it quickly along the length of my tongue.
His mouth almost covers my sex. He sucks in rapid beats. My clit throbs while his tongue shoves around my folds.
I push my mouth along his rod until he reaches the back of my throat. Immediately, the sweet gush in my mouth sets me off and I shove myself along him until my chin knocks the bone of his pelvis.
His mouth tortures me more and I’m swollen and running like a river. I let go and I’m tumbling inside. I burst and gush. He grips my hips and pulls me harder onto his face, licking and sucking greedily. My face reddens. My eyes screw shut. I drag my face as far along his cock as I can, squeezing the pulsing length of him in the grip of my throat.
I pinch my nipple and twist it as the waves splash through me, making my toes curl, the tops of my thighs tense and my spine stretch. Saliva slathers around my lip as I pull my throat back and forth on the girth of his huge cock.
Finally, the storm subsides. I’m twitching and shuddering. He turns me. Sits up to pull. Strokes my face and looks at me in wonder as he kisses me. Just when I think he’s going to give us a break and wrap me in a comforter or get snacks and drinks, he kicks off his shoes and sloughs off his suit coat as he pulls me to my feet.
He drops his pants. Then the torn remains of his shirt, though I wish he kept that on. He looks so hot in the ragged shreds it makes me ready to double over right there. Without realizing it I’ve grabbed at my pussy.
Seeing me, naked but for my heels and the tangled mess of my panties and my laddered stockings, his eyes flash. He’s naked, too. I can’t keep from touching his glistening skin. Huge and bronzed, he’s poised, ready to pounce. “My Russian killer. What do you want?”
He grabs my face with one hand. Pulls me to him. Locks his mouth on mine. And while I’m swooning into the kiss, he hoists my leg with the other hand. “Oh, god,” I moan as his hand slides along the bottom of my thigh. Down to my ass. Which he squeezes. And pulls me against the hard length of his cock.
He rides the underside of it against my wet lips and my knee gives way. Through the kiss I feel the evil grin. He holds up and against him just by holding my ass in one hand. I want him inside me. I push back. I’m so open. So exposed. I need him to fill me. He’s so hard. I’m so wet. I grab his face with both hands. Hold his hard jaw. Cling on.
He pulls back, ready to enter me. his slick bulb slips in to lock at my quivering opening. He looks in my eye. Challenging. My eyebrows pinch upward, desperate.
“Please.” I beg him.
“Now?”
I nod. Hard.
With one ankle on his shoulder, I lean in, hard. Unsteady. Then I groan and twist as his massive manhood stretches me wide, burning, making me sore. I moan as he penetrates me, rams and bores into me. Looking into his eyes and feeling the head of his cock, ripping high inside me, I feel like I’m going to shatter.
With everything I’ve got, I pull him, deeper, closer, more into me. I want everything. All of him. I want more than I can take. Much more. I want him to fill me from my toes up to my eyes. I want to be wrapped up around every piece of him.
I feel him slowing. Pacing. He wants to make it last. I’m okay with that. I’m recovering my senses for a moment. I give him a grin and I swing my leg around, turning my body. Turning to face the big windows. I spread my arms out and up.
I lean with my hands on the glass. High above the New Jersey waterline, looking out over the lights of Manhattan, I look back at him. He looks like a tracker, coming in for the kill. “My Russian killer.”
He seizes my thighs and plunges his cock right up me. My knees falter. The underside of his long shaft scrapes against my most sensitive parts. He stretches me, and it drags on the base of my aching clit. I’m dripping. I don’t know how much more I can take. But I’m gasping to find out.
He squeezes my breast as he beats his cock into me. His hip bones crush and bruise the soft, rippling globes of my ass. He kisses my neck. Nips and bites my earlobe. Pulls my nipples and twists them.
I stamp my feet on the floor. His hot poker rips me wide and takes me up. I’m plateaued, high, teetering. Shaking. He hammers me.
I’m unsteady. Leaning back against him. I’m ready to spill. My walls tighten and suckle on him. My fingers stretch and my toes wind in. My thighs and my ass clench. Flares of electric crackles spark and burn from my pussy to my breasts and my throat is sore from howling.
He pulls my face around as he pummels me. Merciless and lethal. When his fingers are in my hair, he knows what I need. He makes me wait. Carries on shafting me until I nod and say, “Please,” then he yanks on my hair. Now I can’t hold back.
All of my muscles are tense and shuddering. The girth of his cock drags all the way out of me before it rams back in. His balls slap against my mound. He fucks me. Harder. Deeper. Faster. My legs are jelly. Strength drains from my wrists. I moan and shout.
His hard thighs beat against the soft insides of my own. My walls are wet and weak, but they grip tight around his hot erection. The underside of his shaft scrapes and drags the flesh under my clit. The head of it pokes high and deep inside me.
Tugging on my hair he snarls, “Are you coming?”
“Yes.”
“Now, Katya?”
“Yes.”
“Let me hear you.”
“Yes. Yes!” I can hardly speak. My voice shakes every time he slams his cock up inside me. “Yes. I’m coming.” and I burst. Deep within me, I explode. First with muffled, smothered charges in the flesh that clings around his shaft and the mass in my breasts behind the nipples, then the splashing bursts go off and rise inside my stomach and my thighs. Then my chest and all the way to my neck.
As I peak, I feel the fountain of his hot juice, thick and as it blasts and fills me. Holding my face with one hand and twisting my nipple with the other he growls though the kiss.
“Katya! Katya! I love you.”
I crumble and fall to the floor with him on top of me. We climax again together. Ripples of orgasm roll through me, tumbling, bouncing and subsiding.
He holds me, enfolding me and cradling me. I twitch and tremble, nuzzling in his arms. I have to tell him. I remember drowsily.
Suddenly I wonder how he’s going to react. I need him to want it. I don’t know what I will do if he’s not thrilled. Now I’m unsure about telling him. Maybe I should wait.
Somehow he feels my nervousness. Stroking my hair softly he asks me, “What is it, my love?”
there’s no point trying to hide from him. He sees everything.
“There’s something I have to tell you.” I open my eyes. There’s a trace of anxiety on his face.
“What? What is it, Katya?”
“You remember you said something, it seems a long time ago.” He’s frowning, “You talked about protection.”
His eyes narrow. He’s trying to catch up. I tell him, “You said, for my first time,” his eyes widen. Now I’m nervous. “You said if I didn’t use protection, if we didn’t, the first time…”
He flings me over. Onto my back. His eyes glow like burning coals.
I say, “I’m not certain…”
He says, “Really? But you think…”
I press my lips together as I nod, slowly.
“You think so, but you’re not certain?”
I feel my eyebrow tremble as I nod again. He pulls me down. He’s almost growling.
He says, “Then, let’s make sure.” I feel the prod as his cock straightens. It grows right into me. I throw my arms around his nec
k and sob as he rides me straight into a massive orgasm and he comes again for what seems like forever.
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ANOTHER BAD BOY
TO KEEP YOU HOT?
PIERCE
A bad boy mafia romance
Kidnapped by a killer
“I didn’t give much thought to old man Grace’s curvy, sassy daughter when I slung her over my shoulder and kidnapped her. I wanted his club, she was only collateral. But they say that opposites attract, right?”
I have to hold the little minx close or she makes all kinds of havoc. That’s where the real trouble starts. However close I hold my feisty prisoner, the urge to hold her closer and tighter gets stronger. It uncoils like a fat, sleeping python then it lengthens and hardens and nothing will make it sleep until it has fed.
He’s hot as hell, but he’s a ruthless killer
“He took me hostage just to steal my daddy’s club. I needed to show him that I wasn’t like the paper-thin dancers and models who flowed into his arms and his bedsheets like a tide. I wanted to smack that smirk right off his chiseled face.
The longer he holds me in his power and try as hard as I might, I can’t push away the thoughts of how it will be if he turns his brutal force on me. Can I resist him?”
This standalone, novel-length adventure races with passion, pulses with action, and climaxes again and again, rises higher and higher to a full, complete, satisfying and surprisingly happy ever after ending. It’s a bad boy romance like no other and you’re going to love it.
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HOW CLOSE WILL HER CLOSE PROTECTION GET?
LUKA
A bad boy mafia romance
Forbidden love, forced engagement and a secret pregnancy
Former Navy SEAL Luka is hired to protect Alexa for her mobster fiancée. Alexa is suspicious. Plus, she and Luka have a secret already and if the mobster learned about their recent meeting in a bar, it could get Alexa killed.
Opposites attract. Luka is hard, rational and tough. Alexa is intuitive and instinctual but she cannot ignore the way he makes her heart pound. Only she can see the man deeper inside him.
Secrets beget secrets and soon Alexa waits anxiously to use a testing kit from a pharmacy, which she also got in secret. Plots, double crosses, kidnapping and murder are the mood music of their torrid and stormy forbidden relationship, can they survive long enough, hold on tight enough to come together?
THIS FULL-LENGTH NOVEL has sex, violence, betrayal and double-cross in the New York underworld. It ends happily ever after for (nearly) everyone and with no cliffhanger.
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How about a read on the dark side…
Severe, devastating billionaire Magnus Lord is used to getting what he wants. When he enters a top Chicago law firm and his eyes fall on Tanya White, the lovely personal assistant to the senior partner, he commands her to join him in a meeting. Abruptly he compels her to leave with him. His demands have hardly begun.
He takes her on a motorcycle, then he takes her blindfolded in a restaurant. He flies her to Florence, Italy and has her taken in public view in the Uffizi Gallery.
How much can Tanya endure? How far will Lord’s depravity drag the beautiful, curvy and innocent young girl?
AND…
HOW ABOUT
Sexy Biker Thrills
How deep into the biker MC world of bare-knuckle fighting will a good-girl schoolteacher be dragged, on just one fateful night?
Young Christa has always been a really good girl.. When a friend takes her to a motorcycle clubhouse, Christa is given a blazing fast lesson on what the bad girls do, and how really bad the bad boys can get. A pair of gray eyes lock on her across the barroom, and good girl Christa’s fate is sealed.
Ax loves his bike and he loves his club, and he loves a bare-knuckle fight. When he sees Christa in danger, he senses something else that he loves.
These few short moments will have huge consequences for Christa and Ax. How far will the explosive cocktail of violence, desire and naked lust take young Christa?
Innocent
HE IS SO NOT THE KIND OF MAN I SHOULD BE WITH
Belle. Most of her innocence was shredded when her douche boyfriend left her homeless, broke and almost out of gas in the middle of the desert.
IT’S SO EASY TO FOR ME FALL FOR A MAN LIKE HIM
Hammer is a brown-eyed biker in black leather who makes Belle a proposition. She knows that her judgement in men is off, but even she can see that she and this man are a dangerous combination.
SOMEHOW I KNOW THAT IT CAN TURN OUT DIFFERENT THIS TIME
What will he force her to go through for a job at the biker clubhouse?
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