Edited* this contest is now over and comments closed. Thanks to everyone who participated. A winner will be announced shortly.
I’m part of the “18 and Over” blog hop arranged by “Bitten by Paranormal Romance” and “Getting Naughty Between the Stacks“. Many authors and review sites are participating and giving away books, gift certificates, all sorts of things. It’s simple to take part, simply click on any of the links in the list at the bottom of the post, then follow the instructions on each participants’ page to win on each of their sites. But make sure you also click on the graphic below — it’ll take you to Bitten by Paranormal Books site who are having a contest of their own. Don’t forget the contest is only open between March 22 and March 25th, so don’t dally.
I’m giving away a digital copy of the winner’s choice of my backlist as well as a $10 AMZN gift certificate — all you have to do is leave a comment here before March 25th and tell me what your favorite device is to read your ebooks on. Or where you prefer to read — do you have a favorite chair, or favorite room?
Copyright 2010 Leah Braemel
[H]e’d planned to seduce her slowly, to start off with opening a bottle of her favorite Australian Shiraz he’d stashed away a couple nights before. Then he’d kiss her. Touch her. Get her worked up. Together they could work their way to her bedroom. Slowly. Gently. Tenderly.
At least he’d made her come first. But in the front seat of his fuckin’ sedan like a horny teenager?
He groaned as she sucked him so deeply, the head of his cock bumped her throat. Instead of gagging the way he’d expected her to, he could feel her lips curling up, and she started humming. Oh, shit, yeah! When she slowly withdrew until only the head stayed between her lips, it was everything he could do not to push her head down and fuck her talented mouth like the barbarian he was.
As she pumped her mouth, her hips rose and fell to the same rhythm. He lifted her behind off the seat, encouraging her to kneel so he could slide his hand between her legs and cup her mound. With a moan she ground her clit against the heel of his hand while his fingers plunged into her pussy. Her juices covered his palm as her humming grew louder, more frantic, the vibrations sending an electrical jolt through his shaft and straight to the base of his spine.
Desperate, he pulled her off of him. Her eyes were glazed, her lips red and swollen as she looked at him in confusion. The scent of her arousal—musky and sweet at the same time—filled the car, inflaming his senses.
“Not here. Not like this. I want to be buried inside you when I come.” He removed the keys from the ignition and opened his door even as he was stuffing his dick back into his pants. Anxious to get her inside, he nearly jumped over the hood of the car to open her door before she could.
The warm, wet depths of her mouth, the strength of her tongue and the mind-blowing suction she used on his cock had Brett closing his eyes in a desperate attempt not to lose complete control. Christ, she was a goddess made for sucking his dick.
As soon as she’d cleared the car door, he slammed it shut, grabbed her hand and half dragged her to the house. She giggled that it took him three tries to stab the key into the lock, only to discover the door had been unlocked the entire time. What would it feel like to make her giggle while she had his dick in her mouth?
Heaven. Sheer fucking heaven.
Once they were inside, he threw the deadbolt and plastered her back against the front door. Without a care for her dress, he pulled the neckline down over her breasts, catching her bra with it. The fabric pulled taut, holding her breasts up like a trophy. Holy crap, her breasts were so pretty, the plump nipples jutting out, begging to be suckled. He captured one taut bud with his mouth, lashing it with his tongue, scraping both top and bottom with his teeth.
She pressed her breast deeper in his mouth as she sought his erection again. He captured her by the wrists and braceleted them with one hand above their heads, stopping her from touching him. If she did, he’d shoot off in his pants.
With his other hand, he freed himself, then trading her breast for her mouth, he hitched her skirt out of the way and positioned himself at her entrance. With a curse, he realized he’d forgotten one important step and had to release her hands while he fumbled in his back pocket for a condom. Once properly protected, he repositioned himself, driving her breath from her when he buried himself to the hilt with one thrust.
So fucking fantastic.
Her body was firm against his, speaking to the hard work she did in the stables and the hours of riding her horses. He rotated his hips, her channel so hot and tight, it about drove him insane.
A dark primitive side of him tried to claw its way out, wanting to pound into her, to spill his come deep inside her, to leave his scent all over her so any other man around would know she was his. He nipped at her shoulder, rasping his teeth over her smooth skin, half worrying he’d leave a mark, the other half hoping he would.
He tortured himself by pulling out of her in a long, slow glide, which proved to be an agonizing pleasure as her body enveloped him. Just as slowly he rocked back into her until the head of his cock nudged the hard flesh of her cervix. His body trembled, especially when he noted she took every inch of him deep within her without complaint.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling the perfume she’d dabbed behind her ears, tasting the salt of her sweat. At some point he didn’t remember, she’d undone the buttons of his shirt, and her breasts rubbed against his chest, driving him crazy with lust.
“It’s gonna have to be fast, baby. I can’t do this slow.”
“So what are you waiting for?” She hooked one ankle around his waist and tilted her hips as he pounded into her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as though she’d be launched through the door if she didn’t hold on to him. She made the softest little mewling sounds while her internal muscles clenched his dick.
The door banged against the frame each time he slammed into her, and her cries changed to gasps. The sounds combined with the wet sucking sounds of their flesh slapping together, filling the hallway and echoing up the stairs.
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