The other raised her skirt. He hooked the elastic of her lacy panties and dragged them down to bare her rear cheeks.
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With my cock splitting your tight ass. She backed away, into the corner where the rail made a right angle. Mister B put his hands on his hips and shook his head, his expression one of wounded disbelief. Do you really want to give it all up? The adoring fans? The five star reviews? The fat advances and the hefty royalties?
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Best part of the story? Tragedy scarred TJ Lipton. But finding a lover who can give her what she needs proves an elusive quest—until she finds the sex club La Forge and a Dom named Cross McNally. Cross understands all too well what drives TJ. He takes command of her body to give her everything she needs—restraint, the stinging kiss of a flogger, the thrill of a three-way—a sexual adventure that pulls her beyond her painful past and has her begging for more of his tender brand of domination. A shallow pulse forced him inside an inch.
I wanted your cock. He said it in a gruff, masculine tone that clued her to the fact he was just as tightly wound as she was. She pressed down, taking the cap inside another two inches. Her thighs flexed, and she fought the urge to shove downward. She wanted to savor the stretch—this fuck had been a long time coming. Her nipples were hard, aching, but she resisted the urge to cup them.
Her voice would lack strength. You knew I wanted you to do it. She came up but missed the solid heat of him filling her and pushed quickly down again, taking him deeper. Sweet Lord, she was wet. He slid inside with a succulent sound.follow
Have me any way you want, so long as you do one little thing for me. You know what that is. She shook her head but dug her fingers into his chest as she gave him another shallow stroke.
Her mouth gaped as she slid down a little farther, almost dizzy with relief, feeling as though every inch she consumed deepened their emotional connection. She shook her head, waging an internal battle for control. His strong hands took some of the burden from her straining thighs.
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She slowed, shuddering hard. Closing her eyes to his disapproval, she continued to rock, but even though her body melted all around him, even though arousal curled inside her, she knew her limits. Her thighs gave way, and she sank against him. A shiver hit her hard at his change of tone.
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She gave him a glare but knew the corners of her mouth were pulling downward, and that her bottom lip was trembling. She nodded again then gave a little gasping hiccup. She hated being so needful, so out of control. His hands cupped her ass, and he lifted her. His cock slid from inside her and bobbed against his belly.
Her nipples spiked. Fluid dripped from inside her, and he knew because a fingertip followed the trail.
He brought her moisture to her mouth and painted her lips with her own arousal. His hand fisted in her hair to anchor her close, and his lips roamed over hers, rubbing hard, before he pulled her hair to raise her head. Even though she trembled with need, she pushed off him and slid from the mattress. The bed groaned behind her.
His footsteps shadowed hers. When she stood beneath the hooks, she raised her arms obediently and let him close the padded cuffs around her wrists. With her now secured, he walked to the wall and pulled down a handle to an apparatus where the ends of the chains were wrapped around a small wheel. He began to turn it, tightening the sturdy linked chain above her until her heels left the floor.
She nodded, but it was a lie. Numbness would be a blessing. Pain would be rapturous. Already she felt a dull ache swell in her shoulders along with the lump burning the back of her throat. Cross went to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. Poised on her toes, she peered down to see an array of implements. He picked up a flogger but discarded it. Then another. He drew a finger across the suede leather ends then glanced up at her. There, I attended the Wild and Wicked Weekend conference this past weekend. The booksigning was fun!
So was a trip to a local dungeon… I hope to be able to go again next year—to the conference, that is. My March calendar is packed full of work. Anyways, I wanted to let you know that Hard SEAL to Love is completely fixed at Amazon, so if any of you got the too-short version of the book, be sure to let your Kindle support people know. They sent out a message to everyone who purchased the book to let them know the updated story was there!
And thanks you so much to everyone who posted a review to help counter all those darn 1-stars from unhappy folks who received that short version in error.
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