So Python has been in the Top 100 for a few days now...

That's like a few days more than I've ever had a book in the Top 100, except for Wicked Lil' Brat, but who's counting, right?

Anyways, I wanted to do something fun! 

So I decided why not do a random drawing for everyone that's opened my emails. Kinda like a random act of good fortune. 

So the winner is Meredith Oscar at m******[email protected]gmail.com.

Please email me back if you are Meredith!!

Yay!

But it doesn't end there!

I wanna really celebrate. So beginning today until the end of March, we will have 22 days of games!

Each day, a new Angel Game will pop up in Dirty Lil' Angels with a fun prize to be won!

Each day the winner will be announced!!

I think it will be fun, and I need some fun because I'm leaving Hawaii tomorrow and going back to work. 

I had soooooo much sex, they better name an island after me or something LOL.

Oh, that reminds me! I am almost finished writing my MMF novel, Men of the House with my girlfriend Lana Hartley. We are creating a new pen name for the two of us, calling us, ABBY ANGEL. 

But I'm not sure how it is and you guys were SUPER helpful for Python last time! So I'm including one scene below but PLEASE gimme feedback on what to change. It's unedited now but I just need help figuring out what to do before taking it to the editor. 

Some recommendations after the jump and then the scene. Also, if you haven't checked out Python yet, now's your chance!

Love and kisses and lots of hugs!

Alexis

Excerpt begins here:

Desire can be a powerful thing. It rises on your mind like morning fog and, before you know it, you’re lost and blind in the bland whiteness of it. No control, no sense of direction. 

That’s me right now; I’m adrift in a sea of desire, and all rationality has deserted me. Do you want to know what I’m thinking while I slide my yoga pants down my hips? It’s simple: I’m not thinking of anything. I’m just like a puppet acting out the commands from some unseen hand.

“Are you just going to stare?” I purr at him, my pants now revealing a faint tan line, as my heart gallops inside my chest. As the words leave my lips, I close the distance between Daniel and I and, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pull him into me. He grins, delight and desire painting his face, and comes willingly. He rests his big hands on my waist and, the moment he leans into me and his lips touch mine, I close my eyes and let go. 

    All it takes is one kiss for me to know that this is going to be good. For a man as imposing as him, he’s actually more than a good kisser. I tilt my head to the side, pulling him closer and pressing my mouth harder against his. I part my lips and slip my tongue inside his mouth, a whirlwind of lust dancing inside my head. 

I’m kissing my stepfather, this is really happening.

I exhale sharply as, still grabbing me by the waist, he pushes me back and pins me against the bedroom door. His fingers dart to my wrists and he lifts my arms up over my head. 

“This is wrong,” he says, his eyes filled with desire. “This is so wrong,” he repeats, and I feel something hardening in his crotch and pushing against my leg. Yes, this is wrong. Very, very wrong… But so are the most delicious things in the world, aren’t they? And it’s this wrongness that makes boiling blood travel through my veins and raises hell between my thighs. My thong is drenched, my juices soaking it in a way that hasn’t happened for a long time… This is raw desire in its purest and most violent form. 

    “So wrong...” I whisper, throwing his words back at him as a grin of anticipation dawns on my lips. 

I throw my head back, baring my neck to him, and he savors my skin with gentle kisses.  I pant each time his lips touch me, that gentle fog of desire blanketing my mind. I get out of his hold with cat like movements, freeing my hands and taking them to his shirt, my frantic fingers popping button after button. I untuck his shirt then and, almost with a growl, I press the open palm of my hands on his pectorals, feeling the hard lines of his strong muscles under my fingertips. For a man his age, it’s almost hard to believe the kind of body he has.

    Daniel presses his body against mine, the warmness of his skin sending a shiver down my spine, and then grabs a handful of hair on the nape of my neck. Holding my head, he presses his mouth against mine; fireworks go off behind my eyelids as we kiss savagely, our tongues dancing and fighting against each other with abandonment. 

 Still kissing me, he takes his hand and lets it slide down my side, then makes it climb up my inner thigh. I shudder as I feel his long fingers on my skin, my hips unconsciously bucking against him. He brushes one finger over my thong and across the hem of my pants, long flames of pleasure darting through my body as he does it; I rock my hips against him, trying to have him press his hand against my pussy. He doesn’t relent, though, taking his time and slowly brushing his finger over the fabric of my thong and my aching pussy.

I started this and, now that he has taken control, he’s going to make sure we go all the way. No excuses.

With a growl in the back of his throat, he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head, forcing me to lift my arms. Then, moving fast, he sends my yoga pants down to my ankles and presses his hand against my pussy. He wastes no time and takes his fingers to my thighs; pulling on my thong, he sends it down my legs as well. I bite my lower lip as I feel the fabric sliding down, and I kick off my sneakers, doing the same with my pants and soaked underwear.

I exhale sharply, his fingertips caressing my drenched folds with a maddening gentleness. He keeps his own patient rhythm and slowly drives me to the edge with his touch. And, God, I just love it. Why rush into things?

Tracing the contour of my pussy with one single finger, he avoids touching my clit. I sway my hips, but he takes his other hand and holds me in place by the hips. Slowly parting my inner lips, he takes his finger all the way up my crevice, and only then does he brush his fingertip against my clitoris. And, God, the moment he does it… I almost lose it. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, surrendering to the sparks of electricity that fly inside my body as he gently rubs my clit. 

Then, before I can even moan, he opens his hand and presses it hard between my thighs. I snap my legs shut by instinct, trapping his hand there as he flicks one finger against my folds. I open my mouth and sigh in frenzied delight as I feel his finger sliding inside of me; he takes it all the way, curling it upwards and pressing his fingertip against that hidden spot deep inside my pussy.  He rubs me there, drowning my brain into pleasure. When he slides one more finger in, I can’t stop myself from moaning; I open my mouth and let a high-pitched cry of pleasure fall from my lips, my skin prickling as I do it. 

With two fingers pressed deep inside of me, softly rubbing against my G-spot, he presses his thumb right above my clit. I don’t know how he does it, but his touch simply takes hold of my mind and sends all my thoughts spiraling down into an avalanche of pleasure. It’s magical; it’s perfect. I moan between my gritted teeth, my pussy tightening around his fingers as I come. 

I’m still shaking from the orgasm when he takes his fingers out of my pussy and, grabbing me, makes me turn around and pins me against the wall, his chest pressed against my back. He starts unclasping my bra, his fingers pulling the straps down my shoulders and I do the rest, grabbing it and throwing it to the floor.

I thrust my ass back at him, pressing it against his body, and I have to close my eyes as I feel the hardness he hides in his crotch. Swaying my hips from side to side, I grind against his cock as hard as I can, his long shape nested between my cheeks. My skin prickles as I feel him pulsing against my nakedness, and a violent desire to be consumed by him overtakes me.

“Don’t hold back,” I tell him. Then, I feel a sudden urge inside of me, a forbidden word bubbling up to the surface, and I open my mouth again. “Don’t hold back… Daddy,” I say, and my insides clench as the sound of it rolls out from between my lips. Looking over my shoulder at him, I see the expression of delight on his face.

“I never hold back,” he whispers against my ear.  

With his chest on my back, the outline of his perfectly carved muscles pressed against my skin, I start rocking my ass against him once again. I dart my hands back and, even though I can’t see what I’m doing, I let desire be my guide: I unbuckle his belt and pull it out, my fingers zipping down his fly with a pent-up fury I haven’t felt in a long time. I let the bulging inside his boxer briefs push against my ass, its thickness resting against my crack in a way that makes me grow even wetter.

I allow my unconscious mind to take charge and I turn to Daniel, his eyes falling on my tits. He grabs them eagerly, his fingers cupping the softness of my flesh as he leans into me, and then he takes his lips to one hard nipple, engulfing it and softly flicking against it with his tongue. 

My hands fall down the side of his body and I tug on his pants, sending them down his legs; taking the hint, he kicks off his shoes and removes his trousers as I pull his open shirt down his arms. I put both my hands on his chest and push him back hard, just enough so that I can take in the sight of the perfect man right in front of me. Of all the men in the world, God had to make my stepfather the one I simply can’t resist. How’s that for cosmic irony?

My eyes wander down from his face to his chest; the lines between his abdominals almost making me salivate, and then settle into the long shape that tents his underwear. I take my hand there, curling my fingers around it as my heart keeps racing faster. With his pulsing cock on my hand, I’m hit by the sudden desire to show him the kind of pleasure I can give him... I don’t even have to think twice about it: I’m on my knees before my brain even has the time to second guess itself.

I look up at Daniel, a devious grin of anticipation on his lips. Just the way I like it. I lean forward, tilting my head to the side and laying my lips over the fabric of his boxer briefs. I feel his thick shape becoming even harder, straining against the fabric that holds it, and I start sucking on it over the boxers. God, what is he hiding under his boxers? It feels huge. I close my eyes then, his hands resting on the top of my head. Cupping his balls with one hand, I start sucking harder as I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxers, slightly pulling them down, just enough for a tan line to reveal itself. 

I know he can barely wait; he wants me to pull his boxers down, for me to take his cock in my mouth with eagerness and anxiety of an inexperienced woman. But I take my time; I tease him hard, wanting to prolong his razor thin edge of anticipation. Inch by slow inch, I pull his boxers down, Daniel grabbing my hair harder with each teasing movement of my fingers. 

I keep teasing him to no end, my fingers softly brushing against his shape. Then, when he least expects it, I push his boxers down with a jerking motion and his cock springs free with a brutish eagerness. 

It’s simply massive; even bigger than I expected it to be. I’ve felt it with my hand and with my mouth, but seeing it now, so dangerously close to my lips… A shiver goes up and down my spine as I imagine me guiding his menacingly thick cock between my thighs, his fat head pushing my inner lips aside as he rams it inside me. 

Oh, my stepfather is proving to be so much more than I anticipated.

Grabbing his cock harshly, I lean into him and wrap my lips around the tip of his long member, sucking and savoring his saltiness. He tastes like a man should: raw and brimming with testosterone. 

I open my mouth wide, allowing his cock to slide deep inside of my mouth as I lean forward. I go as deep as I can, realizing that I've never felt a cock as big as his rolling over my tongue. How is it even possible for him to be so perfect? You can say whatever you want about my mother, but I have to give it to her: she knew how to choose men.

Hitting my breaking point, I pull back out. Then, firmly grabbing his cock by the root, I start bobbing my head, his length going in and out of my mouth at a frantic pace.  He tries to guide me with his hands, but I keep my own rhythm until he finally realizes that I need no guidance, the rhythm of my mouth on his shaft growing into an unstoppable crescendo of lustful fury. 

Pulling back out again, I let his cock pop out of my mouth; I start stroking him then, my eyes never leaving his. There’s a fire raging inside of me, and I’m going to let it consume us both.  

“Fuck me, Daddy… I need it,” I whisper, grabbing his hand and standing up; I do it fast, my hand leaving his cock and resting on his chest. With a devilish smile on my lips, I take one step forward and push him back. I keep walking, guiding him across the bedroom until the back of his knees meet the edge of my bed; one final push and he falls back on the mattress, sitting down. I climb on top of him, but instead of guiding his cock inside of me here and now, I decide I still want more first. 

I roll to the side, moving as fast as I can, and lie down as I pull him after me. He grins, taking the hint; he places both his hands on my knees and parts my legs, positioning himself between my thighs.

“Show me what you can do, Daddy...” I tell him with a purr, his eyes wired up with lust. Oh, he’s going to show me what he can do, that’s for sure. 

Leaning into me, he starts kissing my neck, tracing a descending line each time his lips touch my skin. He traces careful and soft circles around my nipples with his tongue; then he sucks on each of them eagerly before he carries on, kissing down my chest to my navel. 

Oh, I want this bad. Lying down on the mattress, right between my open legs, he starts kissing my inner thighs, his fingers softly brushing the smooth skin around my pussy but never actually touching it. After my teasing remark, I know he wants to drive me crazy with just his mouth... and hell that sounds just right. 

I keep still, taking deep breaths as he takes his time. When he lets the tip of his tongue gently fall on my clit, I can’t help but bite my lower lip, my unconscious mind fighting to take control. 

 With the gentleness of a man who knows his way around a woman’s body, he circles my clit with his tongue before licking my folds in a downward line, all of this without laying his mouth on me. 

Oh, this is a nice start. I want more.

I grab a handful of his hair and try to force him down but, of course, he doesn’t budge. Daniel isn’t a man I can dominate, just look at his muscles, each one of them brimming with power. I might be a strong woman, but I’m no match for his imposing body. In fact, I doubt anyone but my stepbrother could match him. The two of them are simply one step above everyone else.

I take my other hand and tangle all of my fingers in his hair, thrusting my hips upward as hard as I can. A grin dawns on me as I feel his lips then; this time, he grants me what I need.

He places his mouth over my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue. I try and prepare myself for what’s coming, but I’m just not ready for it; the moment he starts to suck, his tongue lashing out at me with a fiery intensity, I just arch my back and lace my legs behind his neck. I close my eyes, allowing the wild and untamable pleasure that rages through me to run free. 

Relentless, Daniel eats me out as if my pussy is the most delicious thing in the whole universe. I sway my hips up and down and from side to side, his open mouth matching the frenetic cadence of my body. He keeps going until I’m half-purring, half-moaning, my mind stretched thin by the ferocity of his kiss. 

“Oh, Daddy, it feels so good,” I moan as he starts licking me up and down, his thumb tightly pressed over my clit. Two seconds of it and I go blind, the whole world fading away as I explode once more. My legs start jerking uncontrollably and I bury my fingers deep in his back, my limbs succumbing to the sweetest pleasure there is.

I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he slides two fingers inside of me at once, no warning at all, and my moaning turns into full blown screaming. Without even allowing me to catch my breath, he starts to flick his wrist back and forth, his fingers sliding in and out of me at break neck speed while he continues to apply a maddening pressure on my clitoris.

It doesn’t take long for me to come again, small explosions of delight going off under my skin. I grit my teeth hard, a scream dying in my throat as another wave of pleasure hits me point blank; my whole body shakes and twitches, and I can’t even tell when one orgasm starts and the other ends. 

For a fraction of a second, I think of Colt; what if he’s inside the house? What if he can hear us? If Colt got here any time during the past few minutes, there’s no way he wouldn’t figure out what’s happening between our stepfather and I… But what can I do about it? Nothing except surrender to all this pleasure, and let me tell you, it isn’t as easy as it looks.

I’m not one to get tired easily, but if we keep going like this I’ll end up sore and exhausted. Does it seem like I’m complaining? Because I’m not; I’ve been dying to have a man make me feel sore and exhausted. Well, I finally got exactly what I wanted. And, to be completely honest, I don’t think Daniel’s going to be free of soreness tomorrow either.  

While my mind tries to deal with this whirlpool of scattered thoughts, Daniel pulls out and climbs on top of me. I feel his body pressing down on mine and, opening my eyes, I take my hands to his face and take a deep breath. There’s a seriousness on his lips, but his eyes remain gentle.

I pull him close then, my mouth on his. It’s time; I want him now. 

“Take me… Fuck me hard. As hard as you can, Daddy,” I find myself saying. His eyes narrow with desire at my words; I bet he never imagined he’d end up fucking his stepdaughter. Well, that goes both ways.

“Are you sure? There’s no going back from this,” he asks me, an all-consuming fire burning in his eyes. His words are nothing more than a formality… There’s no stopping us right now.

“I’m more than sure,” I mewl. His grin grows wilder, and then he grabs me by the hands; he lies down on the mattress, pulling me after him. I follow quickly, climbing on top of him with an urgent gasp.

I grab his cock and place it right on my pussy, his tip resting against my wetness. He bucks his hips at me, my inner folds parting and engulfing his thick head. With that maddening grin of lust dancing on his lips, he thrusts hard. The moment his shaft slides inside of me, it’s as if my body is burning from the inside out. I lean into him, my fingers clawing at his chest.

I’m screaming... Oh, I’m screaming really loud now. It’s impossible not to; Daniel is fucking me in such a way that pleasure turns into sound, his cock filling me up so perfectly that my screams sound like a symphony to my own ears. As he rams his thick cock inside me I feel my inner walls straining to accommodate him, my whole body being torn apart by pleasure.    

I remain still for God knows how long, my body still trying to adjust to the enormous cock inside of my pussy. I lift my ass slightly up and moan, his thickness completely devastating me, then I ease myself down, making him go deep once more. Before I know it, I’m riding him in a pendulum motion, his cock sliding in and out at a careful and gentle pace. 

I start going faster, not even knowing if I can take it. But I don’t care… I just don’t. I want it fast and hard, I want him to lash out at me with all the raging ferocity that he’s capable of. 

I don’t even need to say it. With both his hands grabbing hard at my ass cheeks, he starts rocking his hips against mine fast, his cock hitting me deep inside my pussy with such demolishing strength that I can’t even recall what my name is right now.

“It feels so good… Yes, Daddy, yes…” I moan, completely out of control.

I try and match his rhythm, bucking my hips at him at such a quick pace that I start to run out of breath. But Daniel doesn’t ease up; he keeps thrusting and thrusting, all of my senses completely overwhelmed by a feeling so damn pleasant it should be illegal. 

I can already tell that my stepfather is like a drug. Just one taste and you’re hooked.  What I’m doing is dangerous like that, and I have no idea what’s going to happen after this… But, right now, it just doesn’t matter. Consequences? Right now they’re the last things on my mind.

He smacks my ass, grabbing my ass cheeks hard and feeling the sway of my body with his fingers. My muscles become tight and I know it’s coming; I surrender to that tidal wave of pleasure willingly.

“OH GOD!” I scream out in ecstasy, my limbs flailing as if I’m having a seizure. Well, I am… I’m having a seizure of pure devastating pleasure. It courses through my veins fast and, for a split second, I can’t see or hear. All that my brain is capable of processing is the rush of endorphins that Daniel’s cock has unleashed inside of me. 

“More, Daddy,” I mutter, my body screaming for the sweet punishment only his cock can give me.

I pull him out of me slowly, my body trembling as I do it. Rolling to the side, I sigh as I feel the mattress shifting under my weight. .

    “Let’s see if you can really take more,” he whispers, and then grabs me by the hips, turning me around with the harsh movement of his arms. I act fast; before he can hook his fingers on my waist, I’m already jutting my ass back at him. Adrenaline and ecstasy are running through me, and I use them to prop myself up on all fours and wiggle my ass at him. 

    “More, Daddy… I can take it all,” I whisper, licking my lips as I prepare for the next round. He slaps my ass hard enough for me to moan and bite my lower lip; I half-expect him to smack me again, but the next thing I feel is his thick cock pressing against my pussy. I push my ass backwards by instinct and he buries his whole length in me.

This time there’s nothing gentle about it. There’s just unbridled lust, a savage desire to fuck me senseless, which is exactly what he does.  He starts to thrust at me like a ferocious beast, each movement of his drawing a high-pitched scream out of my lips. Have I ever been fucked like this? Oh, I doubt it;  I really doubt it.

“Harder!” I tell him. “Harder, Daddy!” He has already pushed me to the limits, but I want to go beyond that. By the time we’re done, I want to be utter and completely spent. 

And that moment is coming soon.

Each thrust of his makes my body tense up, pent up energy pooling on my extremities and aching to be set free. I grit my teeth, holding on for dear life as he keeps his relentless pace. 

“Don’t stop!” I moan, bucking my ass back at him, his thighs slapping hard on my ass cheeks. Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe he just can’t help himself—either way, instead of stopping he doubles his efforts. 

He pistons into me mercilessly, and both of our bodies tense up as a coiled spring. I’m bunching up the sheets, clawing at the mattress like a wild animal, when that final wave of devastation hits me. I collapse, my body going limp and shaking at the same time. My God, is this what Heaven feels like? There’s a sweet pulsing inside of me, sparks of electricity waking parts inside of my mind I didn’t even know existed. This is the definition of perfection.

At the first spasm of his cock, he pulls out of me swiftly. One of his hands squeeze hard on my ass cheeks as I hear him growl; one fraction of a second after and I feel his warm cum hitting my lower back. 

I moan as the warmness of his semen coats my skin, his cock spraying all over my ass and back. I roll around, facing him and baring my chest to his spasming cock. He looks at me with a sated look behind his eyes, holding his cock as it keeps squirting thick ropes of cum all over my breasts and stomach. I’ve never seen a man cum so much, my God. 

His seed hits me straight in the face then, and I run my tongue between my lips, scooping it up. It’s salty and raw, and I swallow it at once, Daniel’s flavor going down my throat and lingering in my mouth.

I give him my best grin as he finishes, his cock still twitching in his hand. With an exhausted sigh, he lays down next to me, his eyes closed as I turn to him and caress his chest with the tip of my fingers. 

“This was amazing…” I breathe out, and he just smiles at me. Of course it was; his exhausted eyes seem to tell me. 

Of course it was.