Welcome, welcome! So we’re fast approaching that mush-gushy holiday that showcases a shit ton of jewelry commercials on TV. I’m not a girl who goes for jewelry, but I know a lot of girls out there give a big squee on it. Maybe it’s because I’m a tomboy at heart and love sports. Oh yes, when I see the couples at sporting events proposing–I get mushy gushy.
So what gets you ticking for V-Day? I want to know! Comment below and if you’re not into the holiday, tell me why too. What will this possibly gain you? How about a signed copy of The Romance Novel Book Club? Yep, that’s what I’m going to give out to the answer I deem the most kick-ass.
Evernight Publishing is also doing a giveaway. How do I enter that, you say? Comment on my blog and the other participants (Click here to find them) for more chances. Oh …you want to know the prize? How does a $100 VISA gift card sound? Imagine the books you could buy with that! I’m getting hot and heavy just thinking about it.
Now onto a little fun!
I wrote a whole new scene for this between Matt and Patricia. There’s nothing PG about it so you’ve been warned!
I nearly dropped the cuffs as Matt spread his legs wide. That magnificent cock twitched, a pearl of pre-cum beading on the tip. My desire to slide the whole shaft into my pussy nearly broke my designs for him and he knew it. The smirk on his face was one of triumph. When he flicked his tongue out, I shuddered.
“No, you don’t.” I steeled myself and climbed past his thick girth, almost succumbing when he thrust his hips up. The contact called to my carnal lust. I was aware of the heavy panting coming from my lips. As I took his wrists with no resistance, I gasped as his mouth found my overly eager nipple. The slutty areola had hardened into a taut peak for his torturous tongue. Through the groans I unabashedly let fly, I managed to get his hands secured above his head. I stilled, enjoying his manipulations. Not one to neglect my body, I tugged my captured boob from his lips only to replace it with the other.
My whorish moans escalated and my hips betrayed my want for complete control as they ground against his crotch. That gorgeous hunk of man missile between his legs molested my clit. My limbs trembled, and Matt bit down on my nipple. I crashed over the edge of pure ecstasy and unleashed a caterwaul to wake the universe. Wetness coated my inner thighs.
I rescued my nipple from his chattering clutches. My lips covered his and his wicked tongue toyed with mine. I broke away again, sucking in a deep breath. Again he teased me with his mouth. My mind raced into a foggy zone, and my body slid down along his until my fingers grasped his girth. I wanted him inside me bad, balls deep and thrusting but our encounter in the car was too brief for my wanton pussy.
Steading myself above him, I caressed my fingers along my slit. The heavy-lidded stare from Matt announced a brief victory. My hips swayed and his hands jerked against the restraints. I grabbed them to still his impatience before lowering my moist pussy to his awaiting lips. One flick across my clit almost had me coming again. I leaned forward and suckled on one of his fingers. His lips surged up and buried themselves into my apex. His ravenous hunger to taste me, touch me, and consume me had me rolling in wave after wave of orgasms. He lapped and savored each one, his groans of pleasure the tell-tale sign.
He was the one cuffed and helpless, or so I thought when I started this game, but his machinations below had me hoisting the white flag. I move down to his awaiting manhood and greeted it with my mouth. My desire still lingered, sweet and musky, and I allowed his cock to enter as far as I dared. I have far many more days to attempt swallowing him whole. My tongue lavished the underside, gently swiping his sac. My resolve shattered.
I eased myself up to his hips, my hands around his shaft. The tip slithered along my slit a few times and I grinned down at him.
“Patricia.” His voice was nothing short of lustful and wanting. Both of us had surrendered in our own way.
I let out a brief sigh of his name before his cock penetrated my lower lips. My body accommodated him as if we were meant to be. Slow was my descent, savoring inch and after of his mammoth cock gliding into me. At the last moment, he thrust up and I wailed again. My hands pressed against his chest as his hips stabbed up to greet my every downward thrust. Fuck, it was infinitely better than our tryst in the car. I was riding my stud with vigor. Nothing mattered beyond the passionate love making. His eyes, those darkly handsome orbs, stabbed my very soul and claimed it. The sinful ways I planned to acquaint ourselves in bedroom activities danced merrily in my head as I came for the billionth time. The strain on his face as he pumped into me was heavenly. Matt cried out, giving one last forceful thrust. His cock pulsed as he let loose.
I collapsed on top of him, my limbs weary. My tingling flesh twitched in delight. Sated didn’t describe it near enough.
“Ummm?” My head was giddy, and I snuggled closer on his chest.
“You are going to uncuff me, right?”
I glanced up at him, his eyebrow arched. “And let my suspect escape? I’m not finished interrogating you yet.”
“Is that so?”
I grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Yep.”
“Rawr.” He waggled his eyebrows. “You’ll never break me, copper.”
Oh I intended to try—and fail—numerous times before this day ended. Yes, indeed.