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THUNDERBIRD by Sable Hunter and Ryan O'LearySoulmates. Twin souls. Two people destined to be together. Their journey to love is never an easy one, but when they meet – their hearts beat only for one another. 
Kyle Chancellor is a hero, an honest to God hero. After winning the Heisman, he turns down a lucrative career as a professional football player to fight in Afghanistan. Not many know he enlisted because his heart was broken. When his time is up, Kyle comes home to form the Equalizers with the members of former Seal Team 7, they band together to fight battles for those who cannot fight for themselves.
Hannah Montenegro is a woman who has sacrificed her life to help her family, never knowing the joys and freedom a young girl should enjoy. She lives in constant fear of being discovered in a country where she has no citizenship and no hope for the future.
But fate has a plan…the night Kyle comes back to Texas, they meet in a bar where he is drowning his sorrows and she is spreading her wings to learn how to fly. From the moment they touch, the heat between them is undeniable. But unfortunate circumstances separate them and neither dares dream they will see one another again.
Kyle is from a powerful Texas family. Because of his work with the Equalizers, his stance on stem-cell research and internet security, he is the only one surprised to find the people of the Lone Star state want him to run for Governor. Many get behind him, including the McCoys. But the one person he wants at his side eludes him.
Hannah is always on his mind. From the beginning their relationship is complicated, but when she comes back into his life, he grabs onto her with both hands. Politics, a sex tape, immigration issues and a baby complicates their pathway to happiness. But Kyle is the Thunderbird and Hannah is his soulmate in the truest sense of the word. Their journey to love is one you’ll never forget.
A modern day Cinderella story with a twist…

THUNDERBIRD by Sable Hunter and Ryan O'LearySoulmates. Twin souls. Two people destined to be together. Their journey to love is never an easy one, but when they meet – their hearts beat only for one another. 
Kyle Chancellor is a hero, an honest to God hero. After winning the Heisman, he turns down a lucrative career as a professional football player to fight in Afghanistan. Not many know he enlisted because his heart was broken. When his time is up, Kyle comes home to form the Equalizers with the members of former Seal Team 7, they band together to fight battles for those who cannot fight for themselves.
Hannah Montenegro is a woman who has sacrificed her life to help her family, never knowing the joys and freedom a young girl should enjoy. She lives in constant fear of being discovered in a country where she has no citizenship and no hope for the future.
But fate has a plan…the night Kyle comes back to Texas, they meet in a bar where he is drowning his sorrows and she is spreading her wings to learn how to fly. From the moment they touch, the heat between them is undeniable. But unfortunate circumstances separate them and neither dares dream they will see one another again.
Kyle is from a powerful Texas family. Because of his work with the Equalizers, his stance on stem-cell research and internet security, he is the only one surprised to find the people of the Lone Star state want him to run for Governor. Many get behind him, including the McCoys. But the one person he wants at his side eludes him.
Hannah is always on his mind. From the beginning their relationship is complicated, but when she comes back into his life, he grabs onto her with both hands. Politics, a sex tape, immigration issues and a baby complicates their pathway to happiness. But Kyle is the Thunderbird and Hannah is his soulmate in the truest sense of the word. Their journey to love is one you’ll never forget.
A modern day Cinderella story with a twist…

Ready for the whole story? Travis and J are now available on Amazon US http://amzn.to/1aXtWQg Get your copy today and find out how it all began.

Love at first sight? 
Travis Ross didn’t believe in it until he laid his eyes on a mysterious brunette across the room at a party. From the very first word out of her mouth, Travis is smitten by this feisty little girl with the one letter name. 
Just back from Mexico, Travis’ mystery girl is full of surprises, some exquisite and some not so nice, but no matter what fate throws at them, Travis is determined to keep them together, determined to win her heart and make sure she’s happy to be stuck with him forever. 
Find out what happened before J got her closet. 

**Content Warning: Contains explicit contents intended for 18+ audience

Here you go. I just recently started back up on the novel about how J and Travis got together (you all already know I'm a lazy writer) and here is a little snippet of what I've been writing lately. As always, this is a first draft, so go easy on me. Enjoy 

J’s chest expanded and contracted in great leaps. “Don’t they usually kiss the girl in this situation?”
I looked her in the eye and placed the palm of my free hand on her cheek. God, I wish I could have come up with something witty to say, but I just couldn’t at the moment. I was captivated by her, the only thing on my mind; doing exactly what ‘they usually do in this situation.’
The kiss was soft; our lips melting together like butter in the Texas sun of July. Our mouths barely opened, but our lips spoke volumes. I didn’t know if she felt it too, but the only way to describe a kiss like that was to say it was love.J’s eyes were still shut when I pulled back from her. Her head was tilted to the side like a sleeping baby and a smattering of blush dotted her chest and neck.
“Oh my God,” she whispered in a hushed tone.“You don’t know the half of it.”

“I love your costume,” I said. I put my hand on her bare shoulder just as she started to turn her head. “Don’t move.”She stopped turning and sipped from her drink. “Why not?” she asked out of the corner of her mouth.“Because my wife is around here somewhere and I don’t want her to see us together,” I leaned down into her ear and whispered. “I always hated those damn, smug Dalmatians.”She lowered the plastic cup from her lips and turned to face me. “All I wanted was a new coat.” There was a broad smile on her face.I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. Who was this random guy talking to her from behind a Zorro mask?Zorro was the only costume I could find at the last minute. J had told me about the costume party at her work only 2 days before and when I got to the store, the only costumes they had left in my size were Party Gorilla, Crash Test Dummy and Zorro. I think I made the right choice. “What are you going as?” I asked J when she told me I would be meeting her at her office this Friday to schmooze and drink with her co-workers.She walked right up to me and placed a soft finger on my lips. “Can’t tell you that,” she said in her sultry voice. “It’s a secret.” She brushed past me, leaving with a little extra wiggle in her walk. “You’ll just have to find me when you get there.”I spent the next two days with an almost permanent hard-on. I knew what this was about the moment she refused to let me in on her costume selection. My mischievous, little J wanted to role-play. That was fine with me, as long as she understood she was leaving the door open for me to tease her as much as I wanted.I texted J fifteen minutes after I was supposed to be at the party. ‘I’ll be there in 30 minutes. 10 if you give me a hint about what you’re wearing.’I knew she’d be mad I was late. ‘Can’t talk right now, I lost my sheep.’ Was her response. You were required to wear a mask to this party, even if it didn’t fit your costume and I knew J didn’t want me to have an easy time finding her in the crowd.   I’m not sure what she was thinking, even in a room full of people, my eyes would always be able to find my wife. I spotted J the second I walked in the door. Even behind the pigtail wig and light blue mask which covered most of her face, I knew it was her. I let my gaze dance down her body, stopping on the basket only long enough to see that Toto was a stuffed toy and not a real dog. Bo Peep, huh? If anyone ever needed proof that God was a man, they only had to look at my wife to see he must be a guy, because he put someone on this earth who designed, manufactured and then sold the Dorothy costume J was wearing tonight. The skirt was descent, mid-thigh maybe, and the white thigh-high stockings J had opted for, left only a few inches of her spectacular legs visible. It was a particularly dirty trick, because she knew exactly what that piece of bare thigh did to me. Her ruby red slippers sparkled with sequins and I had to fight to look away so she wouldn’t catch me staring at her. Her costume tap-danced on the line of being appropriate and being too sexy for a work function. I’m not the one who made Halloween the one time of year a woman can dress slutty and get away with it, but I was appreciative of whoever had made it so. J’s costume pleased my eyes and I was glad I’d gotten the loose-fitting Zorro costume, because my cock stiffened the second I saw her.I wanted to run to her the moment I saw her, drag her into the closest office, bend her over the desk and have my way with her, but my thoughts quickly turned to the way she’d teased me two days earlier and I fought back the urge to go take her. It was time to get some revenge; show her what teasing is really about. You wanna play, little girl? Well, let’s see how much you can handle.Cruela was my first stop. She was standing in the corner by herself, reading a motivational poster on the wall with a tiger and some inspirational saying on it. She looked like she was there as a plus one for someone who worked with J, or maybe she was there with her boyfriend/husband. Whatever her situation was, she was just close enough to J’s stature that it was believable.I flirted with Cruela for a bit longer. I knew J was watching me from across the room, I just wondered how much she would take before she butted in.I leaned in slowly, moving my mouth towards Cruela’s bright red lips.Cruela recoiled as I got closer. “What are you doing?” She asked, placing a hand on my chest.I put a gloved hand to my mouth. “Oh my, God. I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else.”Our interaction had been just loud enough to draw the attention of a small group who stood nearby. I could almost hear J giggling at my mistake from across the crowded room.I turned around and surveyed the room, doing my best to look embarrassed and confused.Cinderella was my next mistake. Again, she was similar in size to my wife, but I was running out of options she would find believable. Princess Jasmine was clearly too tall to be J and didn’t even let me speak before she dismissed me. Little Red Riding Hood was Korean and almost too friendly for my liking.“Don’t turn around,” I said to Snow White. “My wife is in this room somewhere.”I saw the tension fill Snow White’s shoulders. I might have inadvertently stumbled upon an affair and not known it.“She thought it’d be funny to invite me to her work party and not tell me what she was dressed as. So now I’m going to make her pay for it and I need your help.”Snow White spun around and looked at me. I could see the anxiety flush out of her body, I clearly wasn’t who she thought I was. “What do you need me to do?”I grinned at her, glad she was willing to play along. “Smack me.”“Smack you?”“Yes.”“Hard?”“Do you want to smack me hard?” I asked.“We are trying to convince her, aren’t we?” There was a devilish glint in her eyes; maybe I was her chance to make her other man jealous.“Sure, smack away.” God, I hoped J was watching, because I could see this was going to hurt.Snow White wound-up hard. “Pervert!” she ad-libbed a moment before delivering an open hand slap which shock my entire nervous system.“I’m sorry,” I offered. This time I was certain the entire party had seen what transpired between us.I left the room, rubbing my jaw as I went. If it wasn’t swollen yet, it would be soon.The hallway outside the office was empty and I headed towards the bay window at the end to catch a glimpse of my face. I couldn’t see myself all that well in the reflection, but I could clearly make-out the impression of Snow White’s palm as my face began to swell. Over my shoulder, I saw Dorothy coming down the hallway towards me. Toto swung to and fro in the basket she had balanced in the crook of her left forearm. J always held her purse like this; arm bent horizontal to her body, elbow tucked tight to her side, palm turned up to the sky. I don’t know what it was about it, it was so innocuous and subtle, but it was one of those small things about her that always had an effect on me. I eyed her in the window as she approached. God my wife was an absolute smokeshow. How had I gotten so lucky?She moved in behind me. “Havin’ a tough night, Zorro?”I looked back at her in the reflection of the glass. “You don’t know the half of it, Dorothy.”“What seems to be the problem?”“I doubt you could help me with it.”I wanted to wheel around, tear her clothes off and climb onto her right then and there.“I have some pretty powerful friends, you know. The wizard and I are on a first name basis, after all.”I’d had enough. The sight of my wife in her costume had made me hard the instant I laid eyes on her and the fabric of these cheap polyester pants was being tested by her proximity at the moment.“Did you bring the wizards hot-air balloon with you tonight?” I asked. Our eyes were locked in the reflection of the glass, neither of us could look away.“It’s in the shop,” J said. “But I borrowed the cowardly lions red Range Rover. I could always give you a lift in that.”J’s Lexus was in the shop for repairs and I hadn’t even been in her rented Range Rover yet.“I’ve never seen the backseat of a Range Rover. Is it big?”“Why don’t you meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes and I’ll show you.”I put my right hand up to my mouth and slowly pulled the fingers out one-by-one with my teeth. “Ten minutes?” I slid my bare hand down to my side and back between J’s legs. She quivered when the tip of my finger grazed her underwear. “I can’t wait ten minutes,” I told her. I rubbed the pad of my finger up the front of her underwear and J fell forward into my back.“I don’t… I can’t…I…Fuck,” she said into my back. I watched in the window as the tiny fingers of her left hand wrapped around the sword which hung at my side. She squeezed it, stroking it up and down. She was panting, breathing heavily through the thin fabric of my cape. Her breath was warm, but not as warm as the dampness I felt on the fabric of her underwear.“You’ll go now,” I said in a calm tone.“I can’t,” she whimpered. “I can’t just leave the party.”I worked my finger in through the side of her panties and J came up on her heels, parting her legs for me. The heat grew more intense and I pushed the tip of my finger into her wet pussy.She lifted her head and looked back into my eyes in the glass.“You’ll go now, won’t you?” I said.Her eyes were half-closed. “Yes, sir,” she said with a snarl of her lip.“Good girl.”I started to pull my finger out of her, but stopped. I needed just a little bit more to tide me over until I could get her into that backseat. I pushed my finger back in as far as it could go and took it out immediately.“So not fair,” J said with a huff.I passed my finger up through her lips and wiggled it back and forth over her swollen clit.“We better get going, Dorothy,” I said after I’d removed my hand from between her legs. I spun around and we finally got a look at each other. I placed my hand softly on her left side; J’s eyes were expectant. Like me, she didn’t want to wait a moment longer.I pressed on her hip and she spun around. I brushed a pigtail off of her left shoulder and kissed her behind the ear. “Follow the yellow brick road,” I commanded in her ear.The rug was actually maroon, but J went along, almost floating on a cloud with my hand at her lower back.The temperature in the backseat of the Range Rover rocketed a thousand degrees the moment I slid in behind J. She hadn’t exactly parked in the most secluded part of the lot, but it was nighttime and the windows were tinted. Not that I cared at the moment, but at least we had a slight chance of not being seen.Her mouth found mine before I could even drop my sword. She kissed like I did; no holding back. We kissed soft at first, our lips parting, tongues entwining together. It got heated quickly though and before too long, our teeth were scrapping together and J nibbled at my bottom lip when I tried to pull back from her.“Noooo,” she whimpered with my lip between her teeth.“Hang on.”I snaked an arm around her waist and lifted her up and over onto my lap. The passenger seat was pushed all the way back, so I slid over and in behind the driver’s seat with J on my lap now. J was short and her seat was further ahead, offering us more room to maneuver.“Better?” I asked.She ground her pussy down hard on my lap. “Much better.”She pushed down harder on me and I squeezed her ass.I pulled back from her.“Nooo.” She protested again. “What the fuck, Travis?”“Sit up.”“Why?”“I said sit up.” The words came out harshly. I didn’t mean to snap at her like I had, but I couldn’t take anymore. She clearly heard the intensity in my voice, because she raised up, hovering above my lap without further protestation.I locked my arms behind her back. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”She stopped moving to get off of me. “You said sit up.”“I did, but I never told your ass to go anywhere. So you just hang there for a minute.”As much as I would have loved to lay her across that big backseat and lick her clit until she kicked the windows out, I was past the point of engaging in foreplay, I wanted to be inside of her more than I wanted my next breath and I tore the front of my pants open with a violent jerk when the knot of the drawstring wouldn’t loosen.J rested against the back of the driver’s seat. “I guess you won’t be returning that costume,” she quipped.The window beside my head was coated with a thick fog. If anyone happened to wonder past the car, there’d be no denying what was going on inside.My cock stood at full attention, J hovering over it, a sheen of sweat glistening on her chest.I grabbed the white front of her top and ripped it in two. “Looks like you won’t be either.” Her breasts fell out of the edge of the ripped fabric. “Really, J? No bra tonight?”She looked down at me and nibbled on her lip. “Travis, baby. Believe me, you were going to be getting lucky at some point tonight and a girl has to plan for these things.”Despite the heat of the interior, her nipples were rock-hard and my mouth found them fast. I groped and squeezed her breasts. I might have been being too rough with her; I didn’t know for sure, I was lost in the moment and knew she would have let me know if I was. But she didn’t protest, just lowered herself down and bucked on top of my throbbing erection, locking her hands behind my neck and breathing heavy on the top of my head.“Fuck this,” I groaned; the smoothness of her damp underwear between us angered me. “I need to be inside you.” I forced a hand down in between us and pushed her underwear to the side. “Grab my cock.” J lifted up a few inches and did as she was told. “I’m crawling out of my fucking skin here, J. Put it in, God damn it!”She squeezed the heft of my shaft. I swear to God, I had never been this hard in my life. Mercifully, she dropped down and the head of my dick fit in sweetly between her juicy lips.I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down firmly, I wanted every inch I had deep inside of her immediately. She fell forward and bit my neck. “God, Travis,” she whimpered. I kissed her chest, pushing her breasts together so I could get both nipples in my mouth at the same time.I hate to admit it, but it was so intense and animal, that the orgasm started to bubble up in me quickly. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I hated it. But this is what she did to me sometimes. Sometimes she was just more than I could handle and I came quickly.“J,” I said between gasps for air. “I need you to slow down, baby. Or I’m gonna cum.”I know she heard me, but she didn’t listen. She picked up her pace, moving back and forth across my lap faster and faster. J leaned forward against me and her legs came up behind her, I could hear her heels clicking together as she rode me. Were we about to crash-land in Kansas?I reached behind her and cupped both cheeks of her ass. “J, stop.”Again, she didn’t respond, just kept her frantic pace.“J,” I groaned. “You’ve gotta slow down.”“I can’t.” The words came out garbled. “I can’t… stop. I don’t care if you cum.”I gripped her ass tight and moved her up and down on top of me with force. If she didn’t care, then I didn’t care. Eruption was imminent.J started to moan. The only words I could make out were my name and a string of words you can’t repeat in church. She took her hands from behind my head, lifted my shirt and raked her nails up my sides with just enough pressure to leave a mark on my skin. Her touch pushed me past my limits and I shot-off inside of her, still moving her up and down on top of my straining hard-on.She pulled the mask down over my nose, tore the bandanna off of my head and snatched a handful of my hair in her fingers. She jerked my head back and stared into my eyes with an intensity I couldn’t ever remember seeing before. The mask on her face was slightly askew, covering her left eye partially, but she never moved to readjust it, she just stared.Was she watching me orgasm? Did she want to be in the moment with me while I came, to keep the memory inside of her forever?Sweat ran down my forehead and stung my eyeballs.“We can’t go back in like this.” I said  “Why not?”
“My wife is somewhere in there.”

Shady Makes an Appearance
Getting towards the End of Summer I've been so busy working that I know you all are missing me terribly :( I haven't been able to update everyone on the bunny I was feeding. Shady has reappeared after the Hot Summer heat started to subside. Here's the glimpse you may have missed in the Newsletter recently sent out. He's getting so big now, mostly I've been seeing him before the sun comes up, but on this day it seemed cool enough that Shady came out of hiding. 
So, there you have it! Shades alive and well :)

Interview: Ryan O'LearyHello beautiful people. Today, I’m having (yes, I like that expression, especially today!) Ryan O’Leary, a ladies ‘man… did you check his wall on Facebook? Because if you did, you’ll know what I’m talking about! So, 
are you ready to learn more about him? I know I am!The morning, you are tea or coffee?I drank tea for the longest time. In fact, I used to get powerfully annoyed when I went through the drive-thru in the morning for a cup of tea and a muffin and they’d give me a coffee instead, I’d dump the damn thing out, 
the smell used to disgust me. Then one day, I just decided that I’d try 
coffee, if so many people swore by it, then maybe I was missing something. So I gave it a shot and I developed a taste for it. I still don’t own a coffeemaker, but I’ll grab a large double-double if I’m at the drive-thru in 
the morning.What kind of books do you write?
Erotic ones. Gasp! I know, I’m a sex pervert in many people’s eyes, but 
my books are full of love and romance, the sex just happens to be more, ‘descriptive’, shall we say. I don’t hold back, I write the sex how it is in 
real life, or at least, how it should be; passionate, sweaty, loving and 
intense. Here a pant, there a moan, everywhere a whimper.Why did you choose this genre?Because I like the idea of writing about relationships and sex. I’m a flirt 
by nature and what is romance if not flirting, so I get to exercise my 
romantic muscles when I write a story where the husband/boyfriend goes 
to extraordinary lengths to prove his love for his woman. What could be
 more fun? Oh, and I like writing the reward he gets for going to such 
lengths.When you write, are you keyboard or paper?I have notebooks where I write down ideas and endless scraps of paper 
with a line or 2 on them, but writing a full story with a pen and paper 
isn’t something I’ve done in a long time. I wrote a movie script when I 
was 21 and wrote it out by hand, then edited it, wrote it out by hand 
again and that took forever, so I use a computer now. Besides, my handwriting is crap, I probably wouldn’t be able to read it after.Are you more motivated to write when the sun shines or when the weather is gray?Tough one. My motivation comes and goes, not many outside things 
effect it, but I think we all feel better when the sun is shining.Where do you find your inspiration?A picture, a movie, an overheard conversation. Whatever. But mostly it 
comes from in my head. My mind never seems to turnoff. It’s always 
running and one thought will spinoff into a thousand others and 
somewhere in there I’m usually struck with an idea that I can expand on.When you start a book, do you already have the whole story in your head, or is it built progressively?When I start a book, I have the ending in my head. That’s how I work, 
I have the ending first, and then I have to work towards it, so I rarely ever have a plan of attack going in. Outline? What the hell is an outline?How do you feel before the release of a book? Fear, joy? And after?Relief. Relief that it’s over. 99.999999999999% of writers will tell you that before their current book is done, they’re already writing their next book in their head. With me, I finish it, edit it and let it go. Sure, I have my doubts, but I’m not one of these writers who frets over a single line, day and night
 for weeks and agonizes every single sentence. I finish, release and move
 on. And to be perfectly honest, I’ve lived with the characters in the story
 for so long by that point, read and reread the story so many times that I’m usually sick of them and glad to see them go.Between your first and last novel, do you feel a change? Do you write differently?I’ve gotten better. Practice makes perfect after all.
They say that writers project themselves into the skin and into the head of his hero / heroine, is that the case for you?You leave a piece of yourself in every single word you write, so I’d say that
 is a fair assessment. But I don’t pattern my male characters after myself, they don’t look like me in my head, they are better looking and they don’t necessarily have my characteristics. The females are women I’d be drawn to
 in real life.You define yourself more like a bookworm, a city mouse or a country mouse?Country mouse. I lived in the country during high school and I loved it, you have total freedom to do whatever you want and lots of land to do it. I’m 
back in the city now and I hate being crowded. I can’t even sit in my 
backyard and read without having to listen to someone else talking on the phone or playing with their kids. I like my space, so hopefully I’ll get back there one day.Molière said: “Writing is like prostitution. First we write for the love of it,then for a few friends, and in the end for money.” What do you think about it?Can’t wait for the last part. I could agree. The saying I’ve always heard is,
 “If you want to make money writing, be prepared to write what sells, not what you want.” Which is part of the reason I picked the erotic genre to make a go of it with. I don’t want to completely sellout and write something I absolutely hate, just to make money and writing erotica gives me that sense of fulfillment while also giving me a shot at making some money. Everyone has their definition of success, some define it by money, others by what they get out of it. I doubt there are many rich poets out there, but they still do it because they love it. I write books for women, books to let them escape into a fantasy and hopefully be turned on and if my words can somehow strike a chord in them, make their hearts flutter or bring a flush to their skin, then I’m successful. Sure, I’d love to buy a yacht one day with the profits from my books, but material things aren’t really my goal, the reader’s enjoyment and ‘pleasure’ is.Your books have already been translated?Not that I know of.
Do you pay attention to literary criticism?I’m sure any criticism I may receive could be seen to have merit, but you 
can’t please everyone, so fuck em. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but
it doesn’t mean I care what their opinion is.The days are 25 hours. You spend that extra hour in the garden or in the kitchen?I’d spend it on the ice playing hockey if I could, but out of those 2, I’d probably choose kitchen. I like to cook good food, but I hate that we need
 to eat every day, cooking gets so repetitive, almost like a chore, so an 
extra hour might give me the chance to make better food.What is the book you would bring with you on a deserted island?Needful Things by Stephen King. Because it’s long and I could read it over 
and over again.In the evening, do you turn off the light directly or do you take the time to read?Lights go out and Ryan isn’t far behind.

J's Closet: Volume one
J was already riled-up after our little ride to class and I could tell that just like it had affected me, the retelling of our first meeting had her blood running hot. When Eleanor went to the washroom I pulled J onto my lap. She put her hands on my thighs and wiggled in my groin. My cock spiked with electricity and I momentarily forgot where we were. I pulled the nape of her shirt down and kissed her back. J melted back into me and let out a sigh.


I felt her hand make contact with her mouth a second later. "Oh shit."Her little moan of excitement had gotten the attention of Daria and Tamara in front of us and they had turned to see what was going on.

"Sorry," J said.


She had her hand over her mouth and the stiffness in her back expressed how mortified she was. I think Daria had a little crush on me and she gave J a bit of a look, but I could tell Tamara thought it was funny."Should we get out of here?" I asked in J's ear.


"Fire exit?""If we have to."


"Leaving before dinner is ready?" Sharon asked as we moved past her in a hurry."Save us a plate," J said with a wave.


I'm not sure, but I think I might have broken the elevator down button, I jabbed it so hard. I stood there with J at my side. She was bouncing back and forth, rubbing her legs together so hard I was worried she might catch fire."Come on!" I called out and jabbed the button again. "Screw this." I stepped left with J's hand in mine and headed for the stairwell. I slammed the door open and dragged her into the sterile grey corridor.


I caught her before she went careening down the dingy, concrete steps and pulled her close to me. We were both panting and I backed her into the wall. I pinned her there with my body and she looked up into my eyes. I swear they'd gone from chestnut brown to fire red; I could only imagine what mine looked like.She moved to kiss me and our lips came together. Our teeth scraped and I withdrew. But J wasn't having it, she bit my lip as I pulled back.


"I'm so ready for you, Travis," she said with my bottom lip stretching from her bite.I felt the first metallic sting of my own blood on my tongue and moved back into her. My hand slipped down to her pussy and felt her heat pulsing through her clothing. I scrunched the hem of her dress up quickly, but stopped when I heard a door in the stairwell below us open.

Fuck!


Baiser, Jade. (2013, July 3). Interview: Ryan O'Leary [Blog interview]. Retrieved from http://jadesjadededen.blogspot.com/2013/07/interview-ryan-oleary.html

Author Interview Ryan O'Leary  
 
Ok! We recently got the chance to interview the man himself, Mr Ryan O'Leary and I tell you he can make a tomato blush! Here it is my Lovelies! Hope you enjoy it!  Be warned..... its quite rude!

Ryan was interviewed by Natalie, Alicia and Emma 

Nat: Ask him Alicia do it in a sexy way lol he wont say no then

Alicia: Mwhahaha Ryan, can we dirty interview you??? Please?

Nat: Ryan top or bottom?

We had to wait a while for him to reply  

Alicia: Sir poke-a-lot, it's rude to keep ladies waiting!!! We need a dirty interview for the blog and ultimately YOU fit that! 

Ryan: What's a "dirty interview"?

Emma: Any interview with Alicia! lol

Alicia: We ask you some dirty questions... You answer honestly!! you game???

Nat: hahahaha oh my god! Ryan you need to think through this carefully as Alicia is involved you will be tied to her bed before you know it!

Alicia: Lol Em! There is an extra chain???...  

Nat: We will ask some proper questions as well. We won't make you sound all horny lol

Ryan - I'm game.

Alicia: Just make us sound horny......but with J's Closet being sexy, it's only right we do a sexy interview! Yay!!

Ryan - Hockey game starts in 35 minutes, girls. Better hurry

Nat: Give us your full attention then Mr

Alicia: Ryan, your books are full of sex... are we reading about your own sexcapades?
PS: 35 mins is plenty of time!!

Ryan - Hmmm. They aren't all based on actual events, but a few are.

Alicia: Which few?

Ryan - Nice try

Nat: Hahaha! You said you were game...

Nat: Why did you decide to become a romance writer or rephrase a filthy writer! lol

Ryan: I liek sex and I liek writing, so it was only natural to combine the 2 so I threw my hat into the erotic literature world. 

Alicia: Ok next, can we expect a longer book in J's closet that gives a lady time to get off on it before its all over?

Ryan - There is a full-length J and Travis book in the works, its about half done, but I'm a streaky writer, so it will either be done in the next 3 weeks or the next 3 months. 

Alicia: did you spend a lot of time doing research for you book lol bet it was fun research

Ryan: No need to do research. Its all been done already and the rest is imagination.

Alicia: Top or bottom?

Ryan: Tough one. Really, really tough one. Gun to my head? I choose bottom. I love being able to look up at her and watch her face. Watch her play with her breasts for me and I practically lose my mind when her hands find the wall above my head and she leans down so I can kiss and lick her tits. 

Alicia - Nice answer! 

Nat - Naughty

Emma - Love it!

Alicia: Favourite item of clothing on a lady... you can't choose thigh highs or any of the items previously used in J's closet!!

Nat: You seem to love the clothes aspect of sex when writing, why certain clothes? do you like a lady that dresses in certain items of clothing? 

Ryan: I liek the way a dress looks on a woman, but I also enjoy a girl in a pair of jeans. Depends on the woman of course. Thigh high socks, the ones that stop a few inches above the knee. I went to a catholic high school, so I developed an affinity for them.

Alicia: You cant choose them!!!

Nat: lol Why not alicia

Alicia: Because I already know he loves them and it needs to be another item of clothing lol
Favourite sexy outfit... police woman, sailor girl, school girl, little red riding hood etc?

Ryan - If I couldn't choose thigh highs I'd have to say, "Fuck! I don't want to live anymore." Hmmmm. Tough call. I guess if just one, I'd pick a nice formfitting sweater. Snug, God gave you the curves for a reason, ladies, so let us men enjoy them.

Emma: J is quite a strong character do you like women who know their own mind and take control or do you like to be in control?

Ryan: You always hear how women love confident men, but it goes both ways. A confident woman is a huge turn on, any guy will tell you that. J is the kind of girl I'd want to hangout with. She's flawed, but knows herself. I'll be in control, but I don't need to be. 

Nat: Do you prefer writing with jess and sable or on your own?

Ryan - I liek writing with Sable. Our styles compliment each other well I think. But she's soooooooooooo fucking good at what she does that I have difficulty keeping up sometimes. So as much as I love writing with her, I'm sure most writers would say they prefer to write alone.

Nat: Why romance? Its usually hard for a guy to show a romantic side yet you seem to have women who constantly want to talk to you? Do you love the attention you get from facebook etc or is it a front are you really shy Ryan who wouldnt say boo to a sheep? lol

Ryan - Am i shy in real life? Extremely. I go bright red when I feel liek everyone is looking at me, but I'm good with women once I get comfortable. I'm a huge flirt when I want to be, so to me, writing the romantic stuff is flirting, so I'm pretty good at it and I do it well. 

Alicia: Whats your favourite taste?

Ryan: If we're talking taste as in food, then I guess watermelon or strawberries. I love fresh juicy fruit. If we're talking taste, then it'd be this weird faint mixture of beer and cigarettes. Every so often I'll kiss a girl who's been drinking and smoking and it conjures up memories of kissing girls at parties in high school, when it was all new and exciting!

Nat:  ewww thats grose 

Ryan: I hate cigarette smoke, but its this funny taste that makes my head swim.

Ryan: Women taste divine, you should try one!

Alicia: NO THANK YOU! I like me some man meat!!

Nat: lol I will stick with the hubby he tastes devine also!

Alicia: What age did you lose your virginity?

RYAN: A few weeks before my 17th Birthday. 

Alicia: How many lovers have you had?

Ryan: Give me sec to add it up.

Nat -  hahaha Take your shoes off and use your toes, it may help you can count in twenties then!

Ryan: 10 - 12
Ryan: I live by a simple rule when it comes to women : Do them right the first time and they'll come back.

Alicia - Dream girl?

RYAN - Dream girl? Damn. I love me some Diane Lane!

Emma - Shes pretty! 

Nat: Wow!! Not what i thought you would go for pmsl 

Alicia: Blonde or Brunette?

Ryan: Blonde, but hair colour doesnt really matter to me, so either one really.

Alicia - Skinny or Curves?

Ryan - Curves. But liek hair colour, its not that vital. 

Nat: I like romantic Ryan. I will leave dirty Ryan to Em & Alicia!

Nat: Ha ha! Hey Ryan, what's your most embarrassing sexual experience?

Ryan: Some things are secrets.....

Alicia: Oh no! You can't say that!! Tell us!

Ryan: Gotta keep some mystery don't I?

Nat: Do you have a girlfriend?

Ryan: Secrets Natalie!

Nat: Or do you keep your fingers in all the pies?
Oh everything I ask is a secret.

Alicia: Ok to finish lets do a quick fire round:

Tits or Arse? - RYAN -  Tits

Hard & fast or Soft & Slow? - RYAN - Soft & Slow

Favourite Smell? - RYAN - Coolwater by Davidoff.

Blonde or Brunette? -  RYAN - Blonde, but hair colour doesnt really matter to me, so either one really.

English - Welsh or Australian?

RYAN - Ummmm. My high school girlfriend was from Runcorn, but the Australian accent turns me inside out and renders me pretty much powerless ;)

Nat - Ohhhhhh noooooo Emma you win!

Emma - LMAO!

Ok thats where we ended the interview (it got a bit tooooo naughty to print) but can we say a massive THANK YOU to Ryan for taking the time to chat with us we loved having you with us

You can contact Ryan on Facebook

Natalie, Alicia & Emma xxx

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“Ryan! No! Not the poi.” Stephanie shrieked.“Is that what this is?” I had an entirebowl of it in my hand.It was pinkish and runny as hell; no wonder the bowl was still full. I faked throwing at her and she screamedagain.“Jesus, Steph,”my friend Paul said. “The cops are gonna come break-up the party if you keep yelling like that.”I put the bowl back on the table;we’d finished most of the roast pig and pineapple slices. Apparently when I put Paul in charge of getting liquor for the luau I was throwingin my backyard, he decidedthat nothing screamedHawaii!, like vodka and we were prettydeep into it by this point.“Yeah,” I said.“Relax.”But I wasn’t seriously worried. I didn’t live in the best part of town and if a bunch of drunkards running around in hula skirtsand Tommy Bahama shirts at one in the morningwasn’t enough to get the cops called on us, then surelya little nude slip-and-sliding was going to be okay too.Paul and I had set it up and Stephanie was stripped down to just her panties;the only one to give it a go yet.Stephanie threw her hands up in the air like a mad woman and ran full-tiltat the slip-and- slide. She hit the ground and was off; rocketing down the baby oil coated plastic at breakneck speed. She flew right off the end and down an embankment. None of us knew what to do, we wanted to laugh,but she mighthave been hurt.Paul didn’tcare, he peeledoff his Tommy Bahama and ran towardsthe slide. He hit it harder than Stephanie had and was down beside her on the hill before we knew it.“That sucks,” the voice from my side said.I turned to look, it was April Marshall,one of my best girl friends sinceelementary school. “You gonna give it a whirl?” she asked.“I might,” I answered.I looked at her. She had this devilishgrin on her face that I’d seen many times before. She looked back at me and the grin becamea smirk. “What?”“I know that smirk,” I said. “Whatare you up to?”“Me?” she said innocently and batted her eyes at me. “Nothingof course.”We’d been friends for forever it felt like. I was the one she calledwhen Darryl Thomas showed-up at her parents’house and demandedto be let in one weekend when she was home alone. Suffice it to say, Darryl didn’tbother her again after me and him had a little chat. April and I had lost each other when we went off to separate colleges,but she was back in town after a rough divorce and we’d reconnected for the party.“You’re not thinkingabout kissing me are you?” I teased.It was our old joke. She confessed to me one night in high school-after a lot of peach schnapps- that she’d had this huge crush on me, “for one night”, as she liked to put it. I kissed her that same night as a goof and she wiped her lips off after in disgust. We both got a good laugh out of it.It was the only physicalcontact we’d ever had as far as a sexual nature; we were thatplatonic duo who’d go to war for each other, but neither had ever acted on an attraction we mighthave felt for the other. April was a little hottiefor sure, but it would have been like fuckingmy little sister –if I had one- and I didn’t want to go there.But she looked especially good tonight. Maybeit was because she’d been married to such an asshole and rarely smilingthose infrequent times that I had seen her, or maybe it was just that I was so glad to have her back in town, but I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face all night when she was around me.Paul and Stephanie came back up from the hill. Paul had left his grass skirt and underwear back on the slip-and-slide and I was doing anythingbut admiring the view.“That’s awful,” I said as I avertedmy eyes.“It is,” April commented. “But I haven’tseen one in so long, I think I’ll just look for a few more seconds.”She held her drink up to her lips. “What do you got on under your skirt?” she said offhandedly.I lookedback at her. “What did you just say?” She was sippingfrom one of the hollowed-out pineapples I’d made for glasses.You know that look people get when they say somethingthey didn’t mean to say and you callthem on it? Well, April had that look on her face. She bit the rim of her pineapple cup and refused to look at me or even acknowledge that I’d said anything. She came up on her heels and her eyes widened a bit. I could almosthear, “Please drop it,” commentrepeating over and over in her head.“You gonna go on the slip-and-slide?” she asked almosthesitantly after I’d let her off the hook.“I’m thinking aboutit.” But I wasn’t really.What I was thinkingabout were the rosy blotchesof blush that were spreadingout over her exposed rightshoulder.She was definitely embarrassed by the questionshe’d posed unintentionally. “You’ll have to get lubed-upbefore you go,” April said.“Easy with the sex talk, Marshall,” I teased.She didn’tlook at me, but she bounced up on her heels just like before.Something was up withher, I just didn’t know for sure what it is.“You should probably lube-upif you’re going to go,” she said with a chuckle. “How much vodka have you had?”What I quickly found out, was that it wasn’t the vodka that had her giddy, it was the bowl of poithat she was just about to pour over my head.What can I say about poi?I hadn’ttasted it yet, but it was cold as it flowed over my face and ran down my back. I wipedmy face with both hands.“Oh, you are so dead, Marshall.”She let out a shriek that dwarfedthe ones Stephaniehad been blastingacross the night sky moments ago, dropped the bowl and was off like a rocket.April had run track all through high school and college, but she was no match for me. I closed in on her fast and she shrieked again.“Where you goin’,Marshall?” I said at her heels.I pulled at her grass skirt and she took a sharp left. I wasn’texpecting it, but I plantedmy  foot and turnedto follow her; losing my straw hat in the process. She’dducked into a playground nearby and ran up the slide.Despite the poi coatingthe soles of my feet, I followedher up. “You know you can’t outrun me, Marshall.”“Maybe not,” she said from the edge of an opening. “But you can’toutclimb me.”

I knew the playground well. I know; I’m kinda old to be hangingout on a playground, but there’s a reason that nobody has ever accusedme of being mature. She slipped a foot off the edge and into the rope ladder that led down; or up depending on where you wanted to go.The drop was ten feet, tops.I was on the groundwaiting for her when she stepped off the ladder. “But I can outjumpyou.”She turned and looked at me. “Headstart?” “I’ll give you five seconds,” I said.“Come on, O’Leary. Give me more than that.” “One,” I said.“Really?”“Two.”Three and four gave way to five faster than April would have liked and I snatchedat her skirt as she bolted. It came undone and she left it behind in my hand. My eyes honed-in on her butt; the only thing coveringit was a pair of lacy, black panties that locked my feet to the ground.Damn!I shouldhave went after her, but she still had that spectacular runner’sass of hers and I just wanted to watch her go for a few seconds.What the fuck?Was I just lookingat April’s ass? And liking it?Fuck yes I was.I’m a guy and no matterhow platonic we had been over the years, there was no denying April was a knockout and even less sense in denying that I’d lookedher over more than once.Suddenly, the thought of fucking my sister wasn’tso offensive. I caught up and nipped at her ass. “Next time it’s a spanking.” April didn’t miss a stride.“Who’s stopping you this time?”I grabbedher left elbow and gave a gentle yank. We both came to a stop. I turned her around and left a palm print on her left cheek.“You call that a spank?”she said with a steelyglare that was fading rapidly.I could see the sting of the swat welling up in her eyes; she wanted to rub her ass but didn’t want to give me the satisfaction.I raised my hand high above my head; her elbow still in my other hand. “I can try again.” I broughtit down a few inches and she flinched. “Thoughtso.” I picked her up over my shoulder; fireman style and headed back to the party.“That really fucking hurts, O’Leary,” April said after I’d put her back down on the ground. “This’ll help.” I took a pineapple slice off the pig and pressed it against her swollen cheek.“Better?”She looked at me with malice behindher eyes. “No.”I moved my hand back from her skin and the pineapple dropped.I put my hand back on her ass and squeezed. “How about that?”She didn’tsay anything; a little nibble on her bottom lip the only sign of recognition she offered.“What are you guys doing?”It was Paul.He was at our side and still nakedfrom what I could see. But this time, no matter how long it had been,April’s eyes didn’tneed to, ‘look for a few more seconds’.What were we doing?

I know that I was doing my best to cover-upthe hard on April’s ass had elicited, but a grass skirt was probably only slightly worse for concealing hard ons, then those short-shorts guys used to wear in the 80’s.Aside from my effortsto disguise my arousal, I had no idea what was going on between April and I.The cheap jam jar light on the wall beside us hit the left side of her face; castingher in a light that I’d never seen her in before.I always knew she was hot, but this was the first time that I saw her as beautiful. I didn’t know what to do. I was speechless.How could a woman this beautifulhave been in front of me all these years and gone unnoticed?I threw my drink at her; splashed it all over her orange tank top. Told you nobody had ever accusedme of being mature.I just didn’t know what to do. I was eight years old again; pullingTina Lawson’s pigtailsand hitting her because I didn’t know how to process the way I was feelingabout her.April picked a drinkup off the table and threw it on me. We were eight again,together.“Salsa?” I asked with the bowl in my hand.April shook her head and I dumped it right on her. “Guacamole?” She asked me.I shook my head no.“Why is there so much Mexican food at this luau?” Paul asked.April scooped a handful out of the bowl and flung it at me; we both ignored Paul.A laugh would have been normal at his juncture, but the heat between us kept it at bay. “Oh my God,” Stephanie said when she’dreturned from her latest sojourninto the worldofslipping and sliding. “What happened to you two?”“Marshall here,”I jerked a thumb at April. “Lost a race, then a food fight.” April crookedher head and grinned at me. “I did.”I was expecting a witty comeback,not that.“I need to go wash this off,” April said without takingher eyes off of me.She walked to the door slowly,looking back over her shoulderonce before pullingit open. I’d never wanted a woman more in my entire life and I doubtedI ever would.Was there an invitation in her eyes, or was I just wishing that there was?Paul talkedabout work, or sports, or, something. I didn’t know what he was talkingabout, my body was there listening to him, but my mind was upstairswith April in my bathroom.“Yeah. It was a great game,” I offeredwhen Paul stoppedtalking. “I gotta go make a call.” I headed towards the door I’d just recentlywatched April sashayinto.“Your phone is on the table,” I heard Paul say.But it was too late, the screen door was closingbehind me and I was floating across the basementfloor.The stairsfelt like they’dbeen installed on a ninetydegree angle. Everystep felt laboured; my thoughts and emotions playingtug-of-war inside me.Did she want me to follow her upstairs?Would I walk in on her and embarrass myself?What if she’d had time to re-think all of this and turned me down? What if she didn’t,you fool?

I stoppedhalfway up the second flight of steps. The water was on in the bathroom; a tiny sliver of light shining down the length of what should have been a closed door.I put my hand on the railing and stood there. What if this changesthings between us? Was I prepared to take that risk?Was I prepared to handle it if the risk paid-off? What did April look like naked?This was the questionthat propelled me back up the steps;steps that now seemed like flat ground.I didn’t put my hand on the doorknob,I knew that would only leave room for hesitation, instead, I pushedthe door open slowly. The room was foggy, thick steam billowingout the top of the frosted showercurtain with its familiar geometric purple shapes. It’s funny how you don’t notice smalldetails like that until a moment when your sensesare heightened to levels you once thought impossible.Her dirty tank top was on the gleamingwhite vanity; the orange lookedcomplimentary next to my yellowtoothbrush. Chunks of dull-red salsa dotted the tile floor like drops of blood. April’s lacy,black panties were crumpled on the grey bathmat besidethe tub. I closed my eyes and imagined her stepping out of them; jealous for a momentof the fabric that had been lucky enough to slide down her long legs.The only sound in the room was the water rushing from the faucet.I watchedthe silhouette of her form turn away from the flow of water. I’d been quieterthan a mouse when I entered; she must have sensed me. She lookedright at me through the curtain and although neitherof us could actually see the other,I still felt like we’d looked right into the other’s eyes.I undid my grassskirt and let it drop.April turned back to the rush of water. I slipped out of my shirt and then my underwear. They fell on top of April’s pantieson the bathmat.A precursor of things to come?I slid my left hand in between the curtain and the wall and pinchedthe plastic. Last chance, O’Leary.I could deal with embarrassment and even the awkwardness that would settleinto our relationship if I was wrong about all of this, what I couldn’tdeal with, is never knowingwhat could have happened if I chickened out right now.I steppedinto the fog with her. “Mind if I join you?” Words that had sounded so smooth in my head a moment ago, now made me cringe when I heard them escapemy lips.April had her hands in frontof her face; the suds of my shampoo in her hair.She spun around slowly;her movements tellingme she was as unsureof this as I was. She looked down at my chest meekly.I didn’t know what to say. All these years and here we were. Alone.Wet. Naked.April coveredher breasts with her hands. My dick was as hard as granite and when she shifted her weight nervously, the head brushedagainst her stomach.“I always had a feeling you were packing,”she said with a grin. Ice.Broken.

I smiled back at her and pulled her left hand off her chest. “And I alwaysknew you had an amazing rack.”We chuckled together.“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.I put my handson her hips. “I don’t know if it’s a matter of want anymore. I need you.” She rocked her hips once; tellingme all I needed to know.I pulled her close; her stomach pressedagainst my cock.Fuck the Dawson’sCreek slow kiss, I moved in fast and furious.Her lips came apart when mine did and our teeth scraped.I’ve never had an orgasmfrom a first kiss before,but if ever it was going to happen, this was the moment.April’s lips tasted like the sweetesthoney on Earth and I bit her bottom lip when she tried to pull back from my fury.“Where do you thinkyou’re going?” I asked throughgritted teeth. She came back to me and our lips melted together.My tongue and April Marshall’s tonguepassing back and forth over each other? I never in a million years foresaw this happening.Our feet squeaked on the wet floor beneathus. April moanedand pressed herselfinto me harder. I pulledher tighter and she lost her balancesome. I felt us both starting to go, so I walked her back into the wall behindher; banging my head on the showernozzle in the process.“Ouch,” I commented with April’s tonguemassaging mine.She gripped my left asscheekwith her hand; digging her nails in roughly.Women had alwaysloved my ass for some reason. “It’s muscular and compact,”a former fling had commented once after sex, even thoughI hadn’t asked.“Like it’s built for thrusting.”April’s nailswere like razorsand I pulled back from her slightly. I didn’t get very far.“Where do you thinkyou’re going?” Aprilasked with my bottom lips between her teeth this time.“Let go,” I said; warm water and the suds from April’s hair mixing insidemy mouth. “Or else.”“Or else what?” “This.”I put my hand between her legs; restingthe length of my middlefinger between her lips. The water was warm -bordering on hot- but it was no match for the heat of April’s pussy.She bit down harder on my lip; refusing to let me go.I didn’t reallywant her to let go, but I had to keep up appearances.It’s hard to talk with your bottom lip stretched out, but I managed to get my words out in a coherent manner.“Last chance, Marshall.”She lookedup at me; almost all the shampoofrom her blondemane now washedaway. The soap was bitteron my tongue.She didn’t let go and I was forced to act.I rubbed my finger back and forth over her pulsing clit and April recoiled in on herself.She groaned throughher clenched jaw; her shoulders shrugged and her eyes closed,but she stillhad my lip firmly in her grip.I needed to step it up clearly. I moved my finger down slowly; pressingit into the velvety folds of her sweet pussy. She releasedmy lip immediately and fell back into the wall behind her; one hand frantically grippingthe slick shower curtain for balance.

“I tried to warn you, Marshall,” I said standingover her.Her eyelids were welded shut, but I could see the movementof her baby blues behindthem. I had her completely under my controland a wiggle of my finger drew out a breathy, “Oh fuck, Ryan.” That made my blood boil.I movedher around like a puppet;slipping my fingerin and out and watchingher squirm. It was so fucking hot seeing her in the throes of pleasure. She opened and closed her mouth; flashing her teeth in a snarl every time I hit the right spot.My eyes drew down to her pointy nose; a line of tepid liquid washedoff the slope and fell down onto her chest. I followedthe line with my eyes.April had the pinkestnipples I’d ever seen; no surprise considering her fair complexion. They were light in shade and hard as a rock. I bent and kissed the left one softly, then kissed the valley betweenthem until I’d found her other peak.I lickedher nipples until she was trembling; my finger still inside of her. “Ride my finger.”I demanded.April pressed her pussy down on my finger and ground into it.Her cries of desire echoed in the tiny room. There was a tearing sound and I briefly glimpsed the showercurtain off to my side being shreddedby April’s iron grip and lethal nails.I could feel her reaching a peak inside.She was about to blow and I wanted to see her face when she did.“Cum for me,” I said as I stared at her gorgeousface.She ground down harderand the release was instantaneous. A string of curse words that I didn’teven know she knew, came pouring out of her mouth; all directed my way and all very much appreciated. Her orgasm seemedto be taking forever. Not that I was complaining by any means, but I’d never seen a woman go on the way she was.She put both hands on my wrist and I saw those baby blues for the first time in quite some time.“I need you inside me,” April said between pants.“Then,” I spun her around.“That’s what you’regoing to get.”She had her hands on the wet wall like a suspect. I parted her legs with my knee and let my cock glide across her perchedass. “Ask me for it.” I said into her ear.April lookedover her shoulderat me. Her mouth neveropened; she spoke with a wiggle of herass.“Good girl,” I said and pushed the tip into her.She bucked her hips back and I went deep into her warm, little pussy. Fuck me she was tight!I tried to withdrawmy cock, but she clampedher pussy down and I was stuck. I moved back and forth insideof her with fast, harsh strokes.Like it’s built for thrusting.I gave her everything I had and a little bit more.The pressurewas building in my balls; April’s whimpering pushing me closerto critical mass.“I want you to cum in me,” she said over the thunder of our wet skin colliding.That was going to have to be the case, becauseI never wanted to take my cock out of her again.I pressedagainst her; my thrusts becomingless frenzied and more awkward.My weight on herback sent April tumbling over the cliff and I felt her pussy fluttering around my cock as she

came. The profanities were back and again, directedmy way. Her words egged me on and when I couldn’tstand it any longer, I came insideof her with such force that I had to grip her hips to stay upright.I kissed the back of April’swet neck as the breathslowly returned to each of us. My cock was still inside of her and I began to thrust again.“Again?” Aprilsaid over her shoulder. “Fuck yes. Have you fuckedyou before?”She laughed and pressed back against me. “Less talk. More thrust.”I moved back a few feet. April came with me, bending at the waist. She put her hands on the ledge of the tub and arched her back. I went deeper inside of her this time and came again with her.The water was beginning to run cold by the time we got out of the shower. I wrapped us both in a lime-green bathsheet I’d gottenwhen I moved in.
I kissed her on the nose. “I love gettingdirty with you.”