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A little something to whet your whistle:
I gave her a sly wink as I practically hopped on top of her, pressing her into the sheets. Her legs parted around me and her breath hitched and nipples pebbled, showing me the full effect I had on her body. I grinned at the thought and pulled the sheet back, revealing her delicate white skin and pinkened rosebuds ready to be picked and plucked and licked and sucked. My cock was bruised from over-usage (believe me, over-usage is a thing, just like blue balls).
It was with Herculean force that I convinced her to stay with me, and I still expected she would up and leave at any moment. I was hell-bent on getting my fill of her in the event she decided to leave at the drop of a hat. After weeks of trying to get back into her good graces, I knew how uncertain she was about us being together.
“Now it’s your turn to feed me. Hold your tits just like this. Fuck.” I groaned as her hands replaced mine, pushing her tits together until her nipples were practically touching. She offered them up to me like a chalice to a king. Her eyes were heavy, and her chest heaved with want. I paused, taking stock of the way my mouth salivated at the vixen before me. Her skin blushed the color of California sunsets, and I wished I had my camera handy. I wanted to remember her this way—needy, full of desire and temptation, and ready for every decadent promise I had in store for her.
I descended on her, clutching her shoulders as if she would wiggle her way out from beneath me. The eighty pounds I had on her ensured she wasn’t going anywhere, but it wasn’t the physical Blaire I was trying to hold down. I wanted to embed my talons so deeply into her heart that to leave me would rip her apart.
“You look so ripe for the taking, like a little piece of fruit ready to be plucked. You like it when I fuck you raw, don’t you, Blaire? You like being a dirty little girl with me. I’m exactly what you need, Blaire. You were waiting for me. Waiting for a man who would know what to do with this sinful little body. I’m not even close to showing you everything I can do with you. See, you still have some notion that you can actually live without this dick, and I’m going to show you how wrong you are.”
“Is that right? Well…show me what you’re made of.”
She gave me a devilish smirk. She had no idea what it did to me to see her like that—lying in my bed, with a spark of fire in her eyes, and her little hands clutching the fullness of her tits. It was hard enough to remember that I was a human and not a fucking savage when it came to pleasuring her, but the way she taunted me made me want to roll her off onto the floor and fuck her clean into the rug like a goddamn animal.
US: http://amzn.com/B0190LLIHS
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0190LLIHS
CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0190LLIHS
AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0190LLIHS
This is book 3 in a 3-part series
If you haven't read books 1 & 2, you can get those here:
Shut In: http://amzn.com/B016G2N25A
Shut Out: http://amzn.to/1XhpG5Z
A little something to whet your whistle:
I gave her a sly wink as I practically hopped on top of her, pressing her into the sheets. Her legs parted around me and her breath hitched and nipples pebbled, showing me the full effect I had on her body. I grinned at the thought and pulled the sheet back, revealing her delicate white skin and pinkened rosebuds ready to be picked and plucked and licked and sucked. My cock was bruised from over-usage (believe me, over-usage is a thing, just like blue balls).
It was with Herculean force that I convinced her to stay with me, and I still expected she would up and leave at any moment. I was hell-bent on getting my fill of her in the event she decided to leave at the drop of a hat. After weeks of trying to get back into her good graces, I knew how uncertain she was about us being together.
“Now it’s your turn to feed me. Hold your tits just like this. Fuck.” I groaned as her hands replaced mine, pushing her tits together until her nipples were practically touching. She offered them up to me like a chalice to a king. Her eyes were heavy, and her chest heaved with want. I paused, taking stock of the way my mouth salivated at the vixen before me. Her skin blushed the color of California sunsets, and I wished I had my camera handy. I wanted to remember her this way—needy, full of desire and temptation, and ready for every decadent promise I had in store for her.
I descended on her, clutching her shoulders as if she would wiggle her way out from beneath me. The eighty pounds I had on her ensured she wasn’t going anywhere, but it wasn’t the physical Blaire I was trying to hold down. I wanted to embed my talons so deeply into her heart that to leave me would rip her apart.
“You look so ripe for the taking, like a little piece of fruit ready to be plucked. You like it when I fuck you raw, don’t you, Blaire? You like being a dirty little girl with me. I’m exactly what you need, Blaire. You were waiting for me. Waiting for a man who would know what to do with this sinful little body. I’m not even close to showing you everything I can do with you. See, you still have some notion that you can actually live without this dick, and I’m going to show you how wrong you are.”
“Is that right? Well…show me what you’re made of.”
She gave me a devilish smirk. She had no idea what it did to me to see her like that—lying in my bed, with a spark of fire in her eyes, and her little hands clutching the fullness of her tits. It was hard enough to remember that I was a human and not a fucking savage when it came to pleasuring her, but the way she taunted me made me want to roll her off onto the floor and fuck her clean into the rug like a goddamn animal.
