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  • Sexy Reads – F.L.E.S.H.

    Sexy Reads – F.L.E.S.H.

    As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood Fuchsia Quinn supplements her income with a late night job at a dive bar. Peyton Lang, having run from a bad neighborhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia’s worlds are about to collide.

    Excerpt

    When the cab stopped, Big Tipper handed the driver some bills, thanked him, and held the door open for her. Just outside the hotel’s front entrance, he touched her elbow and stopped. “You know, before we do this, we really should be introduced. Keeping with the anonymity thing we’ve got going on, what should I call you.”

    “My stage name is Flame.”

    A sexy grin crossed his mouth. “Oh yeah. You got that right. Hot. Flaming hot.

    “And you? ‘Cause I’ve been calling you Big Tipper and sorry, I know that’s rude.

    “No. I think the big is fine. Let’s see. How about Pete?”

    Flame smiled. “Hello, Pete.”

    Pete stepped forward. The doors slid open. The receptionist behind the desk gazed sleepily at a small TV. Flame guessed a car chase scene from the sounds of gun fire and screeching tires.

    After registering for the room and paying with a credit card, Pete held out the key card and led her toward the elevator. Once inside, she asked, “Which floor?”

    “Penthouse suite. Top floor.”

    She rolled her eyes. “There’s only six floors. And I doubt this place has a penthouse.” She leaned on the back wall. Pete stood next to her. It felt like fire poured from his body. Her head swam. The lurch of the elevator stopping didn’t help the dizziness building in her.

    It was all she could do to not rip her clothes off and jump on him. Each step down the hallway increased her pulse and blood pressure. He stopped, slid the key through the lock, the little light turned green, and he pushed the door open.

    Inside was a typical hotel room: bathroom, small fridge, long dresser with a TV on it. Pete flicked on a light and pointed. “The only room in the hotel with a king size bed. But first.” He pulled her close, reached into her kangaroo pouch, and pulled out the can of pepper spray. “Let’s just get rid of this.” He placed it on the counter in the bathroom and then scooped her up and dropped her onto the bed. His hands slid under her sweat shirt and pulled it over her head. She hooked her thumbs into her waist band, kicked off her shoes and wiggled her pants off.

    The bed shook as Pete climbed on. Resting his weight on his hands and knees, he ran his gaze down her body. “I love nothing more than a woman who knows what she wants and doesn’t waste time wearing underwear. You are beautiful. From these lips.” He placed a quick kiss on her mouth. “To these wonderful—”

    He cut off his sentence when he slipped a nipple into his mouth.

    Flame arched and sighed.

    With a small lip smack, he popped the bud from his mouth and shifted his body. “To the heaven that is waiting to be discovered.” He trickled his fingers down her belly and between her legs. His finger caressed her clit for a torturously brief moment. She thrust up her hips, hoping for another touch, but was agonizingly denied.

    His mouth latched onto hers. She could feel his lust, not only from his erection crushing into her belly, but from the intensity of the kiss. The knowledge this man wanted her exploded her nervous concerns. At the club, he’d captured her attention. Her body had reacted instantly. She’d wanted him. In the diner, everything he’d said only aroused her more. Now, she lay beneath him, reveling in the kiss and sensation of his roaming hands. Her body strained up, trying to eliminate any distance between them. She hooked her legs around his waist and ground her groin against him, and then opened her mouth. She was offering to be taken and she knew he was willing.

    His tongue slipped between her teeth. She flicked the tip of hers across the bottom of his. He groaned. She responded. Their tongues wound around each other like tangled spaghetti. Moans escaped her throat. Her nipples pressed against his t-shirt, begging to be suckled.

    She broke off their kiss with a gasp. “Question?

    “What?” His voice was equally breathless.

    “Why do you still have clothes on?”

    He leaned back onto his knees. “I was asking myself exactly that.” He pushed off the bed, tugging at his shirt. Flame grabbed the covers and tossed them to the end of the bed. When she turned, Pete stood naked, cock proudly erect. Walking on her knees to the side of the bed, Flame bent forward. The tip of his cock grazed under her chin. A dusting of dark hair circled his belly button. She poked her tongue in and out.

    “Mmm. Promises of things to come.” He ran his fingers through her hair.

    “I’m hoping emphasis on the word, come.”

    “Oh yeah. There’s going to be cuming. And groaning.” He bent lower and kissed the top of her head. “You know this is pretty much gonna be monkey sex. We’re both wired pretty tight.”

    Flame bent her arms and tickled her waist while performing her best monkey imitation. “Then let’s get the party started.” She braced herself on the bed, leaned closer, grabbed his hips for support, and covered his swollen penis with kisses. His breath quickened. His cock twitched. Changing what she did, she traced his shaft with teasing bites and long licks from bottom to top. When he was completely wet, she slipped the tip into her mouth. Holding him there, she reached around and grazed his bare ass with the tips of her fingers. His body quivered.

    Making a circle around him with her finger and thumb, she pressed her lips on her fingers and lowered her mouth as far as she could, then continued the movement with her hand. Pulling her hand back up to her lips, she slid back to his tip, and then lowering her head and hand once again. Her fingers reached between his legs and stroked his testicles. “Like that?”

    “Mm-hmm. That feels good.”

    She glanced up, met his gaze, and smiled.

    Using a light touch all the way through her coordinated stroke, she kept the pressure steady. His fingers wrapped in her hair as he pulled her closer, trying to get deeper into her.

    Her speed and pressure increased as the rest of her fingers encircled his engorged shaft and mimicked the efforts of her lips. His hips bucked into her. His breaths came in short sharp pants and the look on his face said he was focused on the delicious delights her mouth and hand provided him.

    Her left hand alternated from clawing his ass to caressing and squeezing his testicles.

    With a groan of frustration, his knees buckled. “Stop.” She dragged her lips up the length of his cock, slipping off and then kissing the tip. She could taste he was near his climax.

    Pete tucked his hands under her armpits and tossed her backward onto the bed. The mattress shook as he climbed on. He knelt and rested on his heels, taking a moment to admire her naked body. “You are beautiful.” His hands rubbed her nipples, enticing them to swell. He lowered his head and slipped the closest one into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, making it wet and hard.

    The touch of his tongue on her breast made her clit throb. A groan was all the response she could muster.

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  • Sexy Reads – In Deep

    Sexy Reads – In Deep

    Brielle

    What would you do if you met a man that made you burn like wildfire from the inside out? Burn so hot that with one touch you forgot to breathe?

    And if you knew that he had dangerous secrets? Would you be able to walk away?

    I couldn’t. As strong as I know I am, I kept going back for more of him. That body… those eyes…

    I saw him for the first time on my very first day in Vegas, and even then I think a part of me knew, because I couldn’t look away. It was like that moment when you see something flying towards you and you know it’s going to hit you before you can ever move out of the way, so you just watch, transfixed, as it crashes into you. Cristos Vicario: owner of the illustrious Adagio hotel and casino and reputed billionaire playboy. He sure as hell wasn’t what he seemed on the surface. That man had secrets. No one knew what a dark and dangerous world he lived in, and when I finally saw him for what he was, it was already far too late. I found myself inextricably tied to him forever. The course of my life altered. My entire world changed forever as he took away my freedom and gave me the key to my dreams in one fell swoop.

    How could I have known that the one man who should have been my greatest nightmare would become the one thing I couldn’t live without? And all I had to do was forgive him…

    Cristos

    I was only living for one thing, one goal, one endgame… until I saw Brielle. And when I touched her, it was all over for me… I just didn’t know it yet. Not until I broke all of my rules for her, one after another, and that still wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

    I wanted it all. Yeah, what I did to her was pretty much unforgivable. I know that now. Some small part of me might have known it then, too, but it didn’t matter. I had to hold on to her. I would have done anything to keep her… and I did.

    Now I’ve put her in danger, dragged her into my world, and I don’t know whether to push her away or hold her tighter. Letting her go would be the right thing to do… but every time I try to do the right thing… I can’t.

    When I take her, it’s always hard and desperate, as if she’ll disappear if I can’t make her feel the same things I feel… if I can’t force her to care about me enough that she’ll look past everything else and see into my heart.

    Last night, after she fell asleep, still wrapped in my arms, I rested my lips against the top of her head and inhaled the scent of her as she slept. Trusting me, even though she shouldn’t. “I don’t deserve you”, I whispered. “But I want you. God, I want you so badly.”

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    It was only a few minutes until the car pulled up to the curb, and he got out and led me to the door of the hotel, looking up at the slightly battered sign in disgust. “I can’t believe this is where you’re staying.”

    He sounded irritated with me, and I put my hands on my hips, a little offended. He was wealthy, but I was not. “What’s wrong with it? Okay, so it’s not the Adagio, but if you’ll remember, I’m still a student. Therefore I’m broke. This is good enough while I’m here, because I need to save money for an apartment when I’m finished in Vegas.”

    He looked at the sign again and this time scowled at it. “I’m going to walk you to your room. It’s not safe for you to be out here alone.”

    “Hmmph. How very gentlemanly of you.”

    We went into the lobby and walked by the desk clerk, who appeared to be passed out behind the counter. Criss scowled in his direction, and I sighed, continuing on to my room. Criss waited while I unlocked the door, standing so close behind me that I could feel the heat of his body. I knew exactly what he was doing when he leaned a little closer to breathe in my scent. I could sense the change come over him, almost as if I could feel his heart speed up and his blood heat. Maybe because the same thing was happening to me. I swore I could almost taste the sex filling the air between us, and it tasted like something dark and sweet and addicting. Like chocolate, I mused.

    “Let me in, Brie,” he said in a low, rough voice. I could feel his warm breath next to my ear, and it made me shiver.

    God, this was going to be difficult, because I wanted to let him in more than anything, and in that moment, all of the reasons I had for not having sex with him that night had faded into my subconscious as the attraction between us numbed my thoughts and roused my most primitive instincts. His hand settled on my lower back and his thumb began to slowly stroke my skin through the thin fabric of my blouse. I had to swallow hard before I could speak.

    “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m not a casual hook-up kind of girl, and we only just met. Maybe a goodnight kiss?”

    The fact was, I really wanted him to kiss me. A kiss would be like a compromise with my libido, a taste of what I might have more of if I was patient and didn’t fall into this trap, at least not on the first date. Standing there in the doorway with him looking down at me, wanting me to let him into the room beyond… I felt like I could cut the tension between us with a knife. My heart was racing, and the butterflies in my stomach were practically on a roller coaster. A kiss wouldn’t hurt anything though, and maybe it wouldn’t be as good as I thought it would, which would make this all so much easier. I turned my face up, and I knew my lips were parted a little because any second now he was going to bend his head and…

    He pulled back from me. “I don’t kiss, Brielle. At least… not on the lips.”

    His tone was unapologetic, and I jerked away in surprise, because that was probably the last thing I would have expected him to say. “What?”

    “I never kiss on the lips.” He leaned in to touch his lips to my neck, just below my ear, and I could hear him inhale my scent again. “It’s a hard rule, and I won’t break it. Not for anyone.”

    I took a step back and stared up at him in disbelief, my desire effectively quashed. And I was, admittedly, offended. Was I so far beneath him that he wouldn’t even lower himself to kiss me? Why had he even asked me out, then? It made me feel a little ill.

    He lifted his hand and watched it as he drew a finger slowly over my bottom lip. “Don’t take it personally Cariño. I have good reasons for all of my rules.”

    I raised an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively, taking back what remained of my dignity. “And your reason for this particular rule?”

    He gave me a tight smile and for a moment I thought he wasn’t going to answer. The hard, cold edge in his gaze reminded me that he was still a complete stranger, no matter how much physical chemistry we had between us.

    He looked away, and I could see his chest rise and fall as he pulled in a breath. “I have no room in my life for a relationship Brielle, and I don’t know if I ever will. A kiss is too personal, too intimate. I would never want a woman to think that I would offer her anything more than… a really good fuck.”

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  • Sexy Reads – Dark Muse

    Sexy Reads – Dark Muse

    When an introverted painter meets a rock guitarist at an art colony, she forces herself out of her shell to ask to paint him. While Gina paints him, their attraction grows, which Dante struggles against. He has a dark secret she could never understand.

    Dark Muse is part of the Chateau Seductions series, paranormal romances set in an art colony in a remote castle.

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    It takes time before Gina Meiro warms up to people and her shyness is often misunderstood. She hasn’t had to worry about meeting new people at a remote art colony until a new resident arrives—a rock guitarist more suited for a billboard. Her carefree days of painting at the medieval-styled castle on a remote New England island are shattered when she stumbles right into his welcome gathering.

    After a falling out with his band, Dante Riani wants nothing more at Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island than solitude to work on new songs. When a shy young painter asks to paint him at sunset, he’s tempted by the opportunity to be alone with her.

    Someone at the colony claims to know what Dante is and asks for his help. Dante fears his plans are coming undone, especially as grows more drawn to Gina. Her scent and vulnerability are too difficult to resist. But he must stay away from her—she would never understand his secret.

    Excerpt

    Gina bit her lip, building up the courage to speak her mind. “Actually, I was thinking something,” she confessed.

    “Go on.”

    “It may sound weird, and feel free to say no if it is.”

    Dante’s eyes widened. “Something kinky?” he teased.

    “No,” she swatted his arm. “Nothing like that.”

    “How disappointing. So what’s on your mind?”

    “I noticed you when I was inside the castle.” She left out the part about how long and how many days she had done this. “The silhouette of you playing guitar against the sunset is a perfect juxtaposition. Dark against light. The color contrast. The musician playing into the sunset. Brilliant.”

    “Hmm.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m wondering where this is going.”

    “Would you mind if I painted you one day?”

    A smile crept from the corner of his decadent lips. “You don’t paint people often.”

    She raised her chin. “I make exceptions when I see something worth painting.” Was she flirting? Time to shut the hell up. Heat rose in from her chest up to her cheeks. Always one to throw an awkward statement, she added, “Nobody would have to know it was you,” she added. “I’d hide your face.”

    “You don’t like my face?” The hint of a smile developed into a full blown smirk.

    “No!” She protested. “I do.” Shut up, Gina. You’re making it worse. “I meant for your privacy.”

    “So you do like my face?” He grinned.

    “I’m a p-painter,” she stammered. “I’m looking at this strictly as an artist not letting an opportunity slip her by.”

    “So it’s for art, eh?” His eyes twinkled with amusement.

    She nodded. This was a better move than trying to speak.

    “I’ll think about it. Had plenty of photo shoots with the band, but never a painting. That’s kind of cool.” He stood up, picked up his guitar, and took a few steps toward the castle. Then he stopped and turned back. “I’d be careful about watching me too closely.”

    “Why?” She smiled to match the sassy tone in her voice.

    The smirk that had lingered on his face dropped away, replaced by a serious expression. “You might not like what you see.”

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  • Sexy Reads – Fearless

    Sexy Reads – Fearless

    Emmaline Hart has spent the last thirteen years putting everyone’s needs before her own.  When she accepts a job writing the memoir of one of the medical field’s preeminent cancer researchers, she becomes involved with his dangerously attractive son with a penchant for pushing her boundaries.  As the doctor’s story of secrets and cover-ups unravels, so does Emmaline’s view on everything she thought she knew about herself and the power of surrender.

    Excerpt

    “Do you want another glass of wine?” I ask abruptly, getting up from the chair swing.

    “Sure,” Beckett says steadily, unfolding his large frame from the chair and following me into the house.

    The sun has gone down while we were outside, and my kitchen is dark except for the pillar candles on the bar that I lit before dinner.  I don’t turn on a light as I uncork the bottle and refill both of our glasses.  I hand him his glass and take a healthy gulp from mine.

    “So um, what do you like to do when, you know, you’re being dominant?” I ask, my teeth biting my lower lip.

    Beckett pins me with his gaze.  “You had a taste of it last weekend when I told you to hold onto the headboard.  I didn’t restrain you with anything but my will, but you gave control to me.  Did you like it?”

    “Yes,” I whisper, looking down.

    “Trust me,” he says, his voice low.  “I will push your limits, but I will never push you past them.  And if you want to stop, you say your safe word and we stop.”

    I feel like I’ve been thrown into an alternate reality.  How else do I explain the fact that I’m having a conversation about safe words with a wickedly gorgeous man in my kitchen, much less that I’m actually considering doing things with him that would require a safe word.

    “Aren’t I supposed to have a list of the things I don’t want to do?” I ask a little desperately.

    “No.  Trust me, Emma.”

    Strangely, I do. I’ve never been with a man I trusted more.  There’s something about Beckett Black that makes me feel safe.  Maybe it’s because he’s a doctor, or maybe it’s his absolute confidence and control in any situation.  Whatever it is, I just know that I trust him, and some part of me desperately wants to embrace the unknown and explore this newfound sensuality I never even knew existed.  I want to take a chance, to throw caution to the wind and be what I’ve dreamed of being—fearless. I like the sound of it.  Fearless.  It’s going to be my motto. In that instant, I know what I want to do.   I want to say goodbye to timid Emma, the one who is full of doubts and insecurities.  I want to quiet Tim’s voice in the back of my mind complaining about me being a prude and uptight. I want to be fearless.

    “I trust you,” I say, slipping my hand into his.  His eyes warm with approval, and I’m surprised to realize that I know his body well enough to feel him almost imperceptibly relax.  I’m touched to realize how important to him my agreement had been, even though he’d been careful not to pressure me.  I take a shaky breath.

    “So, exactly how long have you been thinking about doing, um, things with me?” I ask.

    “You have no idea,” he says with a groan, burying his hands in my hair and ravishing my mouth with his.  He can bring me to my knees with a single kiss.  I grip his deliciously tight ass, grinding my pelvis against his hardness.

    I pull back slightly, my lips mere inches from his and whisper, “Tell me one thing.”

    “Be careful Emma,” he says warningly, his voice low and dangerous.   “Don’t ask questions unless you’re sure you’re ready to hear the answers.”

    “I want to know,” I insist, and I do, even though my heart is pounding.  I try to remember some of the things I read when I’d researched the subject.  “Have you ever wanted to spank me?”

    “More than once,” he growls.

    “Really?”  I say, surprised.  “When?” I am somehow fascinated.

    “Alright, Angel, we’ll play this out,” he says, his eyes glittering with desire.  “My palm definitely itched when you led me to believe I had just ordered wine for a recovering alcoholic, and when I told you to get into the shower and you instead tried to tell me what I was thinking, I wanted nothing more than to take you over my knee.  You goad me constantly.”

    I remember the looks he’d given me, and the way it had made me squirm.

    “What would you have done?” I egg him on, emboldened by the way he’s looking at me with an irresistible combination of desire and power.

    “This,” he says, unwrapping my arms from his waist.  He turns me so that my back is to him and gently propels me forward toward my kitchen table until the tops of my thighs meet the table’s edge. “Grab the sides of the table,” he orders.

    I do as he says, my heart pounding as my fingers grip the edges of the table, my nipples tightening with desire. With his hand on my back, he presses me forward until my aching breasts touch the tabletop and my cheek rests against its smooth surface. His left hand is splayed firmly over the middle of my back, holding me immobile.  He leans over me, his lips so close to my ear that I can feel his breath, warm and sensuous.

    “Don’t let go,” he warns, his voice quiet but unyielding.  His knee nudges my legs slightly apart and I can feel myself grow wetter.

    I close my eyes, bracing for the contact of his hand against my bottom.  Instead, his hand caresses the curve of my ass, and I can feel the warmth of his touch through my jeans.

    “Relax, Emmaline,” he whispers, his hand kneading my buttocks.  Just as I relax my muscles, he lands one hard smack against my right butt cheek.   I gasp.  Somehow, I hadn’t thought he would hit me hard enough for it to actually hurt!   He strokes my bottom again, alternately rubbing and squeezing each cheek, and I wiggle my butt slightly with anticipation.  He chuckles and lands another stinging blow onto my left cheek.  I grip the edge of the table tighter, grinding my pubic bone into the hard wood of the table.  Despite the mild pain, it’s both stimulating and erotic, and I am inexplicably but undeniably turned on. He lightly traces the crack of my ass with his finger and I fight to catch my breath.

    He brings his hand down in a resounding slap at the juncture of my thighs.  I moan as the sensations roll over me—the sensuous tingle he has unleashed across my behind, the feel of his hand on my back, firm but unyielding, precluding any escape, the unexpected clench of my sex at the glancing blow. I grind against the table, desperate for more.  But more of what?  More of his hand on my ass?  More of the strangely erotic feel of blows against my butt?  More of feeling vulnerable and at his mercy?  I don’t have any answers.  All I know is that I want, I need, some sort of release from the sensation and yearning that is building inside me.

    “Let go,” Beckett commands harshly, releasing his hold on me, and I let go of the table and stand up slowly.  He turns me around and lifts me so I am sitting on the table facing him, my legs spread slightly so that he can stand between them.

    “That was just a preview, Angel,” he says, his raspy voice uncompromising.  “Next time I do that, it will be on my terms, not yours, and your ass will be bare and over my lap.”

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  • Sexy Reads – Desire in the Everglades

    Sexy Reads – Desire in the Everglades

    Stephanie Lang will produce her network’s new show — a survival documentary starring a sexy, modern version of Crocodile Dundee. Colin Brandt, a former Special Ops Marine, has to survive twelve days in Florida’s Everglades with only a knife to win the show’s million-dollar prize. If he fails, he’ll lose his farm. But before filming can start, a freak storm forces them to survive together.

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    Stephanie watched Colin pile the twigs in front of them, placing them at the outer edge of the lean-to. If he had any doubts about being able to start a fire in the rain, he didn’t show it. Unfortunately, she had doubts aplenty. Only Vulcan, Roman god of fire, could manage to make some puny twigs burn during a heavy rainstorm like this.

    Maybe Colin was a god. And she was the sacrificial lamb. At least she felt like one, left out here by the location crew and boat captains, presumably to die. “Why did the boats take off without us?” she asked. “Don’t they care they abandoned us?”

    He answered calmly. “Of course they care. Your co-workers obviously like you. As for the boats, safety is the captain’s biggest concern. That’s why they took off. They didn’t want to risk everybody getting hurt. They had no idea what happened to us, and waiting for us would put everyone in jeopardy.” He rummaged around in his backpack until he suddenly held out a travel-sized jar of Vaseline, smiling in victory. “Voila!”

    She felt her face scrunch into a large frown. Dumbstruck, she watched him smear a dollop of the clear sticky grease onto the twigs. “If you don’t mind my asking, Colin, is your biggest concern right now whether the twigs have chapped lips?”

    He waved her facetious question away without looking up. Then reached for his lighter and—swoosh—the tinder caught flame, shooting up a foot high.

    Holy shit. This guy is Vulcan.

    “Vaseline?” he offered, extending the jar out to her.

    “Er, no. Thanks.”

    “Well then, we’ll save it for later. Great stuff to get a fire burning. Great for treating burns and cuts, too. I think the trees are giving us enough of a canopy for the fire to hold. Let’s hope so,” he said.

    “Thanks for the fire. This will help a lot.” She held her hands up to it and felt the dry heat spread gloriously through her. With the sun setting, and the storm’s bursting, the temperature had dropped. “What else can you use to make a fire? I wouldn’t have thought of Vaseline.”

    “You’d be surprised. I can rub two sticks together, of course. But I’ll use anything available, from broken glass to tampons.”

    “What?”

    “Yep. Found out that little tidbit when I had to camp out in Afghanistan’s mountains with a female U.S. Army officer. Long story. Anyway, you have to puff out the tampon a little, but it works surprisingly well.

    “O-kaay.”

    He laughed. “Hey, you asked. The point is, when you’re in a survival situation, you’ve got to thoroughly consider what might be useful. There are no stores to run to, and having things like shelter, food, and fire, is no joke.”

    “Speaking of shelter and food, how long will it be until the boats come back?”

    “As soon as the storm lets up, I’m sure. It is the dry season. Little outbursts like this typically don’t last too long.”

    “Little outburst?”

    “For the Everglades, yes, this is a little outburst.”

    She went wide-eyed at that, but said nothing. Her imagination was busy with what a storm must be like during the wet season.

    He interrupted her thoughts. “Did you eat enough marshmallows at the campsite or are you hungry?”

    “I’m okay for now. If we get hungry, there’s a ton of stuff growing out here. Can’t we eat any of it?”

    “The general rule to eating plants is not to do it. Ninety percent of them are toxic. It’s best not to experiment.”

    Her eyes grew big. “Then how are you going to last when the show tapes? I mean, assuming this mishap hasn’t soured you to doing the show.”

    “I’ll fish and trap animals. Just about all of them are safe when cooked. It might take a while for me to catch something right now because it’s raining real hard. But if you’re hungry, and willing to be patient, I’ll see what I can do for you.”

    “No, but thank you for offering. I wouldn’t do that to you. And anyway, I’m fine. Cold. Wet. Scared shitless. But fine. Really.”

    Colin laughed. “You sound fine. Other than the ‘shitless’ part, and your teeth chattering. If you’re not going to eat, I can at least suggest again you take your clothes off. Under the circumstances, I wouldn’t stand on formality. Keep your underwear on if it’ll make you feel better.” Colin balanced himself on his knees and started stripping. His tee shirt went first.

    The firelight danced off his hardened muscles, showing off both his strength and beauty. It was hard not to gape. She’d given credit to the wrong god. He wasn’t Vulcan. He was Adonis. Too bad for the television audience. She was the one lucky enough to view the whole show. Up close, live and personal. Silently she watched him spread each item of clothing out flat and near the fire. When all that was left was his cotton briefs, he raised a single eyebrow at her.

    “Are you daring me?” She laughed.

    “You know what we say in the military: ‘No guts, no glory.’”

    “Well, you’re certainly trying to enlist me, all right. But as a stripper or a Marine, I can’t tell.”

    “Either way, you’d be signing up for action.” He smiled and crossed his arms over his chest, obviously waiting for her next move.

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  • Sexy Reads – My Life on the Swingset

    Sexy Reads – My Life on the Swingset

    Starting with a first date with a couple of swingers, followed by working through social anxiety and shyness, recognizing the importance of touch in life, evolving feelings about love and expectations, having threesomes, orgies, and prostate orgasms, going through a divorce, and leveling up in life and sexuality. For five years, Cooper S. Beckett has written for Life on the Swingset, here he has collected personal essays, stories, erotica, and prescriptive “how-tos” into this memoir of his life on The Swingset. He speaks honestly and earnestly about a unique way to live life, one that allows for sexual and loving growth and experimentation, a strong sense of community, and the ability to do what we all crave whether we know it or not: Be honest with ourselves and others about what we want sexually, and out of life.

    Excerpt

    Sex is Sex is Sex
    With or Without Penetration

    Somehow, I managed to achieve that elusive disconnect between the traditional notion of sex (i.e. me putting my penis into things other than mouths) and the word “sex.” Dan Savage recently said that if there was one thing the heterosexual world could learn from the homosexuals, it’s that sex is any form of sexual congress. This concept ensures that we’re not simply stampeding to the perceived goal line, and don’t feel we haven’t achieved something if there isn’t penetrative penis-in-vagina sex.

    I felt that way for a long time.

    Recently I wrote about a party where I consciously tried to change this concept. I made myself aware of my pattern, which would be to try to blow my way through interactions to get to the sexual finale in order to be able to play with as many of my friends as possible in a short amount of time. It never had anything to do with not respecting the time I spent with each of them, I loved all of it. I care deeply about those women whom I manage to spend quality sexy time with at parties, and since many of them I only see at parties, it makes it all the more important that I find the time.

    This line of thought was detrimental, however, because it caused me to put a tremendous amount of pressure on myself, perform giving oral, perform receiving oral (but don’t fucking come!), and then perform sexually all the way to the goal line. Often by the second tryst of the evening I was already beginning to struggle. Beyond that, all involved were lucky to get half-mast.

    This, as an aside, is what caused me to go from pretty good at digital stimulation to exceptional. I know that sounds braggy, but there are few things I am good enough at to brag with such confidence, as fingering. And, I can provide references if needed.

    So, why did I do this?

    If I was shortchanging myself by not being able to relax and enjoy things, and if I was shortchanging my partners, what was it? It just made sense to me, because that’s what you do as a full swap swinger, right? You swap and fuck. Rinse, repeat. Was that an ookier colloquialism than I intended?

    Hmm. It’s because I’d convinced myself that this was what was expected of me. When I start something (say, putting my hand down there and feeling her response) I ought to see it through, right? Right?!

    Then I began to recognize that these notions I had about swinging at the beginning (most told to me by my “swinging sire” about whom the less said, the better) were, perhaps, incorrect…or at least misleading.

    Early on, I painstakingly shaved every inch of my genitals because I was told that this was how things were done. That no one would play with me if I wasn’t immaculately groomed. That if I wanted it licked, it should be bare. I shaved daily, despite my skin clearly having a problem with this type of attention. It took my doctor asking me why on Earth I keep shaving when my body clearly doesn’t want me to for me to wonder about the logic of what I was doing.

    So I stopped shaving, and nobody cared. Nobody who mattered, anyway. In my attempts to live up to the “swinger standard” that was sent down from on high, I didn’t see what was right in front of me. Rules only have value if you, and those around you, feel they have value. It amuses me (and horrifies in equal part) that a group of people such as we swingers, so hell bent on ignoring that which we “should” be doing (i.e. being monogamous, sticking with one gender or another) could get so caught up in other “shoulds.” You should always come, you should always get it up, you should always reciprocate, you should always fuck. Why the hell would these ideals always line up?

    Well, the short answer is that they don’t. And that we’re often sheep. We reject one dogma to follow another and get swept away. In the past, I’ve also felt somehow shortchanged if events didn’t progress, if I “only” got a hand job. I stop and think about how amazing and disgraceful a thought that is, and how my 16 year old self would conspire to have me shot if he knew I’d even considered that thought. I was jaded, and had a bad case of “the shoulds.”

    But perhaps I’ve achieved enlightenment. Things certainly feel different. I’m currently flying the final leg of my trip back to Chicago from a week in paradise at Desire Resort & Spa, the first Life on the Swingset trip to Desire. At the resort I decided to no longer focus on penetrative (penis-in-vagina) sex. It was like a weight had been lifted. The removal of expectations about what things would become allowed us to concentrate instead on what things are.

    To live in the moment, for a change.

    I focused on whether I was giving or receiving pleasure. I could make out for a while with someone. I could perform oral on others. I could allow an urge to simply do one single thing with someone be paramount. And just as when I stopped shaving, nobody pitched a fit and banished me. In fact, everybody I was lucky enough to encounter seemed to be as excited about what was going on in the moment as I was. Never was there a “We’re not going to fuck?” or “Why aren’t you hard?”

    I realized that I’m far more interested in the pleasure of others than myself. I spent the week giving pleasure to those open to receive it; orally, digitally, nJoy Elevenally.

    “Cooper, you braggart,” you say, “you think you’re better than me?”

    Not at all, random voice guy who interrupts my essays sometimes. I receive as well. I had some truly spectacular moments of orgasmic bliss. But because I was not focused on when we would complete the transaction and I would insert my penis into her (or his, I’m equal opportunity) nether regions, I was able to see every bit of sexual interaction as the glorious experience it truly is. Nothing makes people want to please you more than putting yourself out as a giver of pleasure.

    And isn’t that a wonderful way to live?

    So, mark the date and time. My last party was not an isolated incident of emotional evolution on my part. That was just proof of concept. Desire represented physical, emotional, and (dare I say) spiritual growth within me.

    My heart is full of joy.

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  • Sexy Reads – Two Week Seduction

    Sexy Reads – Two Week Seduction

    She’s going to break all of his rules…

    Tech Sergeant John O’Donnell was never fond of his hometown. Too many reminders of poverty, his rocky family life, and the girl he was never allowed to have. Now he has exactly two weeks to sort out his mother’s finances before he heads back overseas. Two weeks that he’s determined to spend as far from his best friend’s little sister as possible.

    Alea Heling has a naughty streak a mile wide. Sweet and simple? Boring. She’s been craving a bad boy like John since their wild days together in high school, and this time, she’s not taking no for an answer. But with every panty-meltingly hot encounter, Alea forgets one hard, cold reality—this soldier won’t let a fortnight turn into forever…and forever might be exactly what they both need.

    Excerpt

    “Thank you for your help,” he said. His voice was rusty, but clear enough.

    She gasped in mock shock. “He speaks! Five words and it wasn’t rude!”

    Against his will, his lips twitched. She always could make him smile when he least wanted to.

    She leaned forward, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Let’s try something else. I know it’s dangerous—I mean, your head might explode or something—but I say we risk it. Give me a compliment.”

    “Fishing?” he drawled.

    She tsked. “That wasn’t a compliment. You’re supposed to say something nice. About me.”

    He didn’t answer. Mostly because he was thinking of all the things he wanted to say. That her skin looked soft and her eyes were a changeable hazel that always kept him guessing. That her tits were round and full, just begging to be nipped. That she was small compared to his 6’3″ frame, but she had legs long enough to wrap around his waist as he buried himself inside her. And that red hair, a bright red flash of color on her perfect body, was a scream of danger he lusted after.

    While those thoughts spun through his mind, her expression soured. With a sigh, she grabbed his empty beer bottle and held it before his eyes. “Say something nice to me and I’ll get you another beer.”

    She shook the bottle a little to grab his attention. It didn’t work. He was too busy watching how the breeze pressed her blouse flat against her chest. Her bra had lace, which meant texture, and he wondered what sound she’d make if he tugged it back and forth against her nipples.

    “John–-”

    “That’s a nice b-blouse.” Damn it, he’d almost said bra.

    Her mouth flattened with a sigh. “I thought you’d like it.”

    Alea leaned forward as she pushed to her feet. A curl of brown hair tumbled forward, pushing past the tiny gold hoop in her ear to dangle right before him. Without thinking, he grabbed the lock, winding it around his fingers. It wasn’t even long enough to pull into his fist. But it was close enough to hold her still. Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth—those plump, pink lips—formed a perfect O.

    God, he’d been gone so long. And she was so much of a woman now.

    “John?”

    He wanted to say something, but he hadn’t the words. Just a thick want. He took a breath, trying to clear his head, but all he tasted on the air was her. A citrus scent, so appropriate to Florida and so missed when he was in Afghanistan. But there was another scent on top. The taste of woman, hot and spicy despite her demure yellow shirt.

    He should let her go, but his fingers just wouldn’t cooperate. He tightened his hold. And when her hair started to slip through his grip, he pushed forward in his chair. He deserved one taste. He sacrificed so his country would be safe. One kiss was nothing when stacked up against that.

    But if he was going to take her mouth—and he damn sure was—then he was going to take something else too…

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  • Sexy Reads – Sin Cafe

    Sexy Reads – Sin Cafe

    Sin Café is a place where you can go to live out your deepest fantasies and desires, where no one knows or cares what your name is, or what you do.  Where the world outside stops and the escape from reality begins.

    Excerpt

    The business card haunted her every time she opened her bag, today she intended to investigate Sin Café further.

    She searched through her local directory for ‘Sin Café’ and found nothing. She scoured the Internet, and still drew a blank. A novel, written in the 70’s, was the only item with the same name that appeared upon her screen.

    Knowing roughly where the street was to her home, Lucy decided to explore in person. Unsure of what she would find when eventually she came across the place, Lucy pondered her outfit.

    Going by the name on the card, and the events that may have brought about it being placed upon her car screen, she opted for smart, yet comfortable, casual, with a hint of sexy lingerie. To keep in tone with her mood, Lucy dressed in a dark blue denim dress, out of character with what she had on underneath.

    The contrast of clothing excited her; perhaps it even summed her up, plain on the outside but inside a roaring passion waiting to escape.

    Not that anyone would see them, but it made me feel good.

    Lucy admired her image in the full-length mirror. The suspender belt pinched slightly.

    ‘I need to work out a bit. Lose a pound or two.’

    She ran her hands over her body and fondled the lace, but stopped. She didn’t want to start anything she would have to finish; besides, she didn’t know what sort of place Sin Café could be; who knows what she would find.

    Excitement mounted as she collected her bag. She took a deep breath as she unlocked her car.

    She arrived at the outskirts of town, dock area, the old part of town, once the home of the only brothel in town; Sadie’s. It had been closed for some three years now. According to the local paper, moral campaigners with their protests finally got their own way, that and the growing surge in Internet escort agencies finally killed off Sadie’s.

    Lucy stopped the car, got out and looked at the map. Yes, this is where she thought Cobolt St. should be, and sure enough, just ahead, she saw a small sign with the street name, pointing into a narrow alley. The area was quiet, with only a couple of dock workers seated on a packing case a few yards ahead ; cautiously, Lucy walked down the alley.

    The doors appeared locked, or boarded up. There was no signs and nothing indicated whether they were open for business, or even what their businesses might be; it was a strange place. It was also a dead-end. Lucy could see no sign for Sin Café, and she felt she had bene led up the proverbial garden path or dirty alley in this case.

    ‘Now I’m really pissed off. Someone played me a fool. What the heck was I expecting?’

    She turned to go back to the car, but as she did, a young woman passed by her. Lucy watched her go to almost the end of the alley, stop, stoop down under a canopy and vanish.

    Lucy hurried after her. She approached the place where the girl had vanished, and she saw for herself, written in small print on the canopy; Sin Café. She stooped down under the canopy and began walking down a set of metal steps, her low heel shoes clanking and echoing as she descended. She reached the bottom and taking a deep breath, with her hand shaking on the handle, she opened the door.

    Inside, four men and three women sat drinking and chatting, their eyes fixed on Lucy; it felt to her as if each one of them mentally undressed her, even the women. She approached the counter. A good-looking Latina girl stood behind the large walnut colored counter. She looked from the book she was reading straight at Lucy. Her vivid green eyes focused on Lucy and she smiled.

    “Coffee?”

    She spoke just the one word and poured as Lucy nodded her head. The black coffee steamed in the cup and Lucy took it from her. She usually added milk but this was not the occasion for such familiar habits.

    Lucy looked around for a place to sit and made her way to the back of the room. The conversation in the café returned to a low hum, as she picked up the boiling coffee cup and raised it to her lips to sip.

    The Latina girl approached her; she wore a low-cut blouse and split skirt, the flesh of her thighs briefly exposed. She sported a great tan as she stood next to Lucy’s table and offered a menu.

    “I’m not hungry thank you.”

    “Who said anything about eating?” the Latina smiled.

    Lucy opened the menu; inside the plain black laminated cover was a picture of two women sucking two men’s cocks. Somewhat surprised, she self-consciously glanced around the room. The girl at the reception desk winked at her, but the others were intent upon each other, and Lucy realized they were not fussed by her presence. Intrigued, she turned the page, and another set of pictures opened. This time, it showed a woman being fucked by three men, one had his cock in her anus and the other had their cocks in the women’s pussy in a double penetration shot. Lucy’s cheeks flushed. She could not believe she was in a public place, looking at such things. This was one of the most daring things she had ever done. Lucy turned another page.

    It showed a guy dressed only in a white loin cloth. Towering over him was a tall blonde woman clad in thigh high leather boots and leather corset. In her hand she held a large whip. She peered down on the subjugated man as he licked her boots. In another picture the same man was prostrate over a chair, as the tall female Mistress fucked him with a large black strap-on.

    There were other images, mostly of naked men and women in orgies and groups. Lucy stopped turning the pages and placed the menu back on the table.

    Lucy stopped turning the pages and placed the menu back on the table.

    The Latina returned. “What would you like?” Lucy stood awkwardly. “Nothing… thank you.”

    But Lucy couldn’t deny the excitement or the dampness between her legs. Lucy was frustrated, that was true, but she couldn’t be as crude as this, could she? Ordering sex off a menu?

    “Please yourself, but ask yourself why did you come here?” the Latina questioned her before she turned away.

    “Can I look at it one more time?”

    The Latina gave the menu back to Lucy and smiled. “How about an appetizer?”

    The Latina leaned forward exposing her large breasts and a little pert nipple. “Pardon?” Lucy asked for clarification.

    “A starter if you like?”

    The Latina motioned to one of the men to come over. A tall guy, blonde haired, probably late twenties early thirties, reasonably well-built, wearing an open neck check shirt, black denim jeans, and black shiny boots reminiscent of some western cowboy without the spurs, sauntered over to the two women; the Latina girl stroked the man’s arm playfully and pushed him gently towards Lucy.

    “This is Fletcher; he will be your starter…”

    Lucy looked a little confused as the man stood in front of them both. Without ceremony, the Latina girl dropped to her knees and began to unzip his pants.

    “Okay, I will show you.”

    She grabbed hold of Fletcher’s jeans and pushed her hand inside; he wasn’t wearing any Calvin’s and she plunged her hand straight on his cock, rubbing it with her fingers. Fletcher groaned at the feel of his cock hardening. The girl drew closer to him as she opened her mouth wide and pushed the hard flesh into her mouth. Lucy watched the girl sucking the man’s cock harder and deeper, as he pressed her head against his stomach and tugged on her hair. Fletcher’s eyes rolled in their sockets. Lucy’s own pussy began to melt while she watched the scene unfold before her, in some pseudo voyeuristic act. The Latina girl stopped sucking, a look of pure lust across her face as she gripped the cock in her hand, squeezing so the veins pulsed.

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  • Sexy Reads – The Elevator

    Sexy Reads – The Elevator

    A man tells his wife he just had sex with her best friend, turning both of them on. A woman held hostage by bank robbers realize they care less about the money than about what’s between her legs. A female journalist doing an interview on a construction site is ravaged by the entire workforce.

    Excerpt

    The elevator car was empty except for a tall blond woman dressed in a dark jacket with a matching short skirt with a handbag slung over her shoulder. Michael recognized her as an executive from the 18th floor – Maria something. Due to her high status, she’d never really paid any attention to him, but as he entered the elevator she nodded politely. The doors closed, and the elevator started going down.

    Maria smiled to herself, and Michael wondered if she’d noticed the bulge in his pants. It was not big enough to be really embarrassing, but he knew that if his mind ever drifted back to those porno pictures, it would grow to a bona fide erection that he couldn’t possibly hide. God, he looked forward to getting home.

    Still, he couldn’t help glancing at Maria – her long blond hair, her long, slim legs revealed by the short skirt. And suddenly, as she adjusted the strap of the handbag, something shiny fell out and rolled across the elevator floor.

    It took Michael a moment to realize that it was a steel vibrator. Flustered, Maria bent down to pick it up, but the dildo rolled across the floor and didn’t stop until it hit Michael’s right shoe. Now he bent down and picked it up. The metal felt cold and smooth in his hand.

    Maria stared at him, speechless. The whole situation was absurd. Here he was, all hot and bothered because of that elevator story, himself in an elevator face to face with a hot female executive who was afraid to ask for her dildo back.

    Michael knew he was about to do something, he might live to regret, but to hell with that. He slammed his palm against the emergency stop button, and the car stopped with a loud noise and a violent jerk, which almost knocked them off their feet.

    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Maria shrieked.

    Slowly, Michael walked towards her holding the vibrator.

    “I think you need this,” he said.

    “That’s none of your fucking business,” she hissed.

    “What if I make it my business?” Michael asked.

    He now stood next to her, almost touching her. Maria glanced at the vibrator in his hand.

    “Alright,” he said. “Show me your pussy.”

    “What?”

    “You heard me.”

    Maria didn’t answer right away. Michael examined the sex toy, turning it on. It started vibrating between his fingers with a buzzing noise. He switched it off again.

    ”You’ve got some fucking nerve, asshole!” Maria finally said.

    “Hey,” Michael said. “We’re stuck in this fucking car, and you’d probably like to get off. Am I right? Okay, so now show me that pussy.”

    Cursing, Maria pulled off her white silk panties and lifted up her skirt. Her pussy was shaved, completely hairless, showing off her pink labia. Michael felt his cock throbbing in his pants.

    “Happy now, creep?” she asked.

    Without a word, Michael spun her around, making her face the wall. Then he put one arm around her and held her tight, pressing his torso against her back and grabbing her right breast hard.

    “Oh,” she muttered.

    Michael turned on the vibrator and let the buzzing steel toy graze Maria’s labia. She struggled in his grip, as he moved the vibrator up and down her pussy lips. Now he placed the tip right next to her clit, letting the buzzing toy vibrate her love button. Maria gasped for air, her whole body jerking wildly. But Michael held on tight.

    “Spread your legs,” he whispered into her ear.

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  • Sexy Reads – The White Witch’s Legacy 1: Raven

    Sexy Reads – The White Witch’s Legacy 1: Raven

    When Xander Kane meets a delectable exotic dancer in a bar, he is instantly drawn to her striking beauty. He knows he has to have her, but when he finally convinces her to let him take her home, she disappears without a trace after they share an electrifying night together. He never thought he would see her again, but when fate takes her right back to his doorstep he is intent on making her pay for running out on him like she did. But Raven is not what she seems, and the secrets she hides, coupled with his own dark skeletons, threatens to destroy any hope that Xander harbored for them.

    Raven embarks on a perilous journey to protect her mother’s legacy and finds herself fighting for her life at every turn. When she meets Xander Kane, he is everything she wants in a man and everything she cannot afford to let herself have right now. Will they be able to overcome the obstacles that confront them at every turn and find their way to love?

    Excerpt

    “Don’t come.” Xander’s voice was like a battering ram slamming into her head, interrupting the intoxicating sexual high she had been experiencing.

    “No!” she screamed when his lips left her sex, his head moving from between her legs.

    He chuckled softly, gently easing her legs off his shoulders and rising to his feet. “I say when, beautiful, never forget that. You come when I tell you to, only when I tell you to.”

    She had to bite her tongue to quell the annoyance that welled in her stomach at his words. Who the fuck did he think he was? She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. She wanted to knee him in the groin and get the hell out of there. But when he took her hand and pulled her off the sofa, she couldn’t find the will to even resist for a moment. She was desperate for him, desperate for the pleasure she knew he could give her. Moisture seeped between her thighs when she noticed the lustful animal ferocity in his sea-blue eyes and her anticipation returned with full force. Oh God, maybe she was a whore after all!

    He spun her around so that the fronts of her thighs were touching the arm of the sofa. He ran his hand over her shoulders and down her arms, reaching around to cup her breasts, as he used his body to push her forward. She was now fully bent over the sofa arm, ass held high, head lying on the soft cushions. She whimpered when one of his hands trailed a heated path along her spine to finally splay at her waist and hold her in place. His other hand delved between her thighs, easing the thong fully to the side as he sank two long, thick fingers into her body with exquisite gentleness.

    “So eager, so fucking wet,” he whispered as he withdrew his fingers to fondle her clit before sinking them into her heat again. Myra couldn’t stop herself from gyrating on his hand. Her pussy clenched and gushed reflexively, loving the feel of his fingers inside her sex, wanting even more still.

    “Please…please, I-I’m so…God, don’t make me beg.” Hot tears stung the back of her eyes when she heard the desperate, pathetic words that had just been uttered from her lips. How did he do this to her? How did he reduce her to nothing more than want and need without even trying?

    “You don’t need to beg, beautiful, at least not tonight. Tonight I’ll freely give you what you desire, all that you desire.” He pulled back then, leaving her momentarily to quickly sheath himself with a condom. Then he was plunging into her, his powerful cock forcing its way into her tight channel, stretching her almost painful. A loud gasp escaped Myra when she felt him sinking into her. God, she’d forgotten how big he was. Jesus, he was so damn huge! She gripped the sofa for support as he filled her to capacity, inch by glorious inch.

    “Christ, you feel good. So fucking good around my cock,” he rasped, his voice shaking with unleashed lust. He pulled back, sliding his cock completely out of her. She glanced over her shoulder wildly, afraid he would stop. Did he plan to just leave her hungry and desperate like this, to punish her? God, she wouldn’t survive it.

    “Don’t go! Xander, please, I—”

    “Shhh,” he said, and she watched as he held his magnificent cock in one hand and slowly rubbed it against her moist slit, teasing her until she was wiggling against him, pressing back to try and force him to enter her again. Then suddenly, he was at her entrance again, his thick member sliding into her like it was made to be there. She cried out as he began to fuck her steadily, pulling back and pushing in, finding a delicious rhythm that made her pussy clench and flutter.

    “Yes…Jesus, yes!” she cried, curling her fingers into the cushion. Xander grabbed her hips and continued to fuck her at an almost leisurely pace, pumping into her with slow, torturous thrusts. Myra worked her hips, pushing back on him to try and get him deeper into her body.

    “That’s it, beautiful, fuck me back.”

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