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Excerpt from
Overhaul
“I want more,” she breathed and she was arching up onto her tiptoes to kiss me again.
The Kisses were becoming more heated and she seemed to have this desire to touch and explore me, her hands tracing up my chest and toying with my beard. Throbbing of an unpleasant variety began, I think it was because of the angle I was standing at. I needed relief. I needed to sit down. I pulled away and she made a soft noise of protest, I didn’t give her time to over think it. I tugged her into the living room and found the couch. I sat on it heavily and pulled her down to me. I pulled her against my side and caught her mouth, pain hadn’t taken away that growing hunger I had for her. She kissed me with equal fever, her hands going back to my chest and mapping it out through my shirt. I could only imagine what would happen when she really got going.
I decided to chance it, pulling away from her mouth and tracing the path along her jaw to her throat with my teeth and tongue. Her breaths came out in gasps in my ear, she didn’t try to stop me or pull away. If anything she encouraged me, her hands went up my shoulders and into my hair. As soon as her nails scraped along my scalp it was like a button was pushed. I tugged her into my lap, pulling her flush against me so she felt the hardness of my dick between her thighs. I might’ve growled, I dunno heat of the moment. I cupped a breast, feeling her fill my palm and wanting nothing more than to paw it out of her shirt and bra to feel skin on skin. I got no protests, only gasps and low moans of encouragement as I pulled my mouth along the length of her neck.
I made the mistake of letting go of her hips, because it wasn’t long after I started exploring her that her hips started shifting and rolling against me. She was riding me through our clothes, pressing down and making it clear that it felt good to do it. We were dry humping like teenagers. I didn’t even bother to stop her, if anything I was just as caught up in it as she was.
Excerpt from
Enforcer
“I don’t need a doctor’s note for this, do I?”
She blushed as I worked her bra down her arms, “I think if you take it easy you should be alright. I don’t think it’ll be necessary to get a doctor’s note.”
“Really?” I tipped her chin up so she would have to look at me. “What if I don’t ‘take it easy?”
I had this girl right here. The girl that I’ve not been able to get out of my head. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than throw her onto my bed and fuck her to the point that neither of us can move.
Her blue eyes widened, but she shook her head. I pushed her back on the bed, she let out a short squeak but didn't protest. I unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her legs, I didn’t even check to see what her panties looked like. I was so ready to dive between her legs that I had to wrestle her shoes off to get her jeans out of my way. The last time we were together I didn’t get to see her fully. She had a neat little line of hair trimmed over her lower lips, and I couldn’t help, but stroke my fingers through it. I brushed my fingers down to part her flushed lips and look at her pink center, I didn’t wait for any queues.
I leaned down to drag my tongue over her, from the bottom up so I could swirl my tongue against the little bead of nerves at the top of her sex. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and I started lashing my tongue against it, her hips bucked up against my mouth. Clue enough that she liked it. I sucked the little bit of skin in, and I heard the first moan, it came out breathless, and I looked up to see her watching me pensively. I slid a finger into her damp opening, and her muscles immediately clenched around me. I curled my finger upward, and her head fell back onto the bed. I worked her until her moans rose in volume, I inserted another finger and curled them both up until her hips started rolling against my face. I knew she was close when her fingers dived into my hair and she pressed my face into her pussy.
“Don’t stop,” it came out like a plea, and it quickly turned into a chant.
Excerpt from
The Rockstar’s Obsession
“Ryker,” her breathy moan driving me crazy.
She tilts her chest towards my seeking mouth, arching for the closer nipple to settle between my lips. I suck happily, releasing with a pop. Her other tit is a bit of stretching on my part and hers.
Under her butt I feel my cock lengthening, engorging with blood.
“Again, please,” Astra frees her nipple from my mouth. Her cheeks are flushed, and I’d worry that her cold resurfaced if we weren’t about to go horizontal for the third time. “Please, Ryker, again.”
Her begging is helping revive me.
She takes charge of her own destiny. Her wetness brushing my dick as she shifts, wrapping her legs around me, her beautiful large breasts swaying in my face in the seconds it takes for her to settle in her new position.
“Baby, yes,” I massage her legs, keeping still over her fleshy hips at her teasing rubbing. Not to be outdone I thrust back against her.
Astra aids me by bending back. Her hips are gyrating, saying much more than she’s able to. I dig into her hip bones and settle her core over my renewed erection. I’m holding on tighter, gritting my tight at the beautiful friction.
She feels so fucking good. Her cunt hugs me, her body welcoming me home as I lift her up, take her to my tip and expose myself to the contrast of the cool air in the room and her hot, hot body before plunging back in.
Excerpt from
Bad Boy Confessions – The Waitress
Allie stared up at me, her eyes showing excitement and fear with a touch of desire mixed in. I bit my lip, moving down to kiss her deeply. The hand that wasn’t resting on my stomach went to my hair, pulling at it and playing with the strands. I kissed the beautiful woman below me as if the only oxygen left in the universe was in her lungs.
After several minutes of gentle moaning and lack of oxygen, I forced myself to pull away. Allie panted for breath staring up at me with wide eyes. Her fingers reached down towards my belt, obviously unsure of herself. I frowned shaking my head.
“If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. All I want is for you to feel good.”
Allie seemed to be considering it so I made the decision for her. I moved down her body, kissing every inch of skin I could reach. At her panties, I diverged, kissing her left thigh gently. I then moved to the right, anything but what I could see she wanted.
“Chase, please, please. I-I want it so bad,” my lover whimpered, “Please don’t make me beg.”
I grinned and moved inwards, moving her panties aside and slowly breathing onto her already aroused pussy.
“Ah,” Allie gasped quickly, “Please don’t torture me.”
I leaned closer, watching her face as she waited in anticipation. I grinned wickedly, loving her desperate need for me. I pressed my tongue against her clit and wiggled it.
Allie surprised us both my cumming fiercely after only a few licks from my tongue. Her hips bucking and her head thrown back in a moan. I watched my love ride through the pleasure, allowing her to come down from the high before kissing her passionately. Our tongues tangled this time, allowing her to taste her juices on my mouth. I could tell Allie was still concerned about not reciprocating, little did she know I would abstain forever if I could just watch her as she climaxed with those adorable moans.
Excerpt from
Bad Boy Confessions – The Ballerina and the Biker
“Is that why you are here?” She looked into his eyes. The green of her irises was even brighter wetted with her tears.
“I’m here because that’s where I need to be. For whatever you need me – I’m by your side,” he vowed. He meant every single word he said and hoped she believed him. He was a fool to stay away for so long.
Adel regarded him for long moments. Her eyes had gotten sharper – more determined, more desperate. Rage feared of what he would find there if he delved into the very depths of her endless gaze.
“What if I need you to fuck me senseless? So hard, that I forget everything else around me. Can you do that, Rage?”
It was the first time he had heard her use his nickname. She was the only one who had stubbornly refused to call him anything but his real name. He got it now – she did not need Dave to hold her, to make love to her. He needed Rage – the biker in his leather cut – the wild beast to devour her, to fuck her pain away.
If that was what she needed, Dave was going to give it to her. More than anything in the world he would want to be caring and tender to her, but he had promised to give her everything she needed, to let her use him to heal her wounds. He could be the bad boy she desired.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he spoke in his commanding voice, which he knew was turning her on so much. He lifted her tiny body in his arms and walked toward her bedroom.
Wild and rough, he reminded himself.