Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Busy, Busy, Busy
And braindead. Sorry, lots to do and not enough time to do it so how about an excerpt? A steamy one? Those of you who have already read this one, please forgive me. Those of you who haven't, why is that? Teasing, just teasing!
Deal of a Lifetime
ISBN 978 14199 0964 1
Annette thought she had the perfect solution to prevent what was meant to be a pleasant anniversary celebration from deteriorating into a never-ending lecture from her older sister on the sub-standard status of her entire life. Inventing a fictitious boyfriend, reportedly detained in an unavoidable, albeit imaginary business meeting, seemed like a harmless fib if telling it would ensure a festive evening. She even had a plan to cover his exit from her life later on.
Rich’s estranged wife had gone too far this time and he’d had enough. He had no clue what setting him up as another woman’s date for an evening of drinks, dinner, and theater with the woman’s family was supposed to accomplish but he was determined to find out. When his new better half didn’t so much as blink at his unexpected arrival he decided right then and there that he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. He’d play his role of escort to the hilt to get to the bottom of it even if he had to tie her to the bed and seduce the answers out of her once the other couple said goodnight.
Deal of a Lifetime
ISBN 978 14199 0964 1
“Whatever you say,” he grinned down at her. “I must confess that this is a first for me. I never had such a thorough massage in the shower before. The few women who bothered to start, gave up long before this point and none ever offered to continue once they got what they were after.”
Annette took her time lathering up her hands, aware of Rich studying her. “Then clearly you’ve been showering with the wrong women,” she stated plainly as she forced herself to meet his eyes, hoping hers were as emotionless as she managed to make her voice. For an insane moment, Annette was flooded by an unreasonable sense of rage at the idea of some other woman standing in her place and touching her man. She squelched her anger instantaneously, reminding herself that she was taking advantage of an opportunity with a virtual stranger, not engaging in love play with a new partner.
“Most women fail to appreciate the entire man. They go right for the parts they deem most useful and ignore the rest. They don’t understand how arousing a man’s body can be. I, on the other hand,” she began to massage his chest as she had his back, “am not most women.”
“Oh hell no,” Rich exclaimed. “You are definitely not most women. You are one of a kind.”
“Thanks. And thank you for this too.” She kneaded his arms and hands thoroughly. “Very few men have the patience to let me finish. I guess that makes you one of a kind too.”
“Then obviously you, as you put it, have been doing this with the wrong men,” he stated in a husky tone.
Annette concentrated on soaping her hands to hide her smile from Rich. He had no idea how close to impossible it was for her not to abandon the massage and beg him to take her however he wanted. The only thing that made her resist her body’s needs was the fact that he was struggling as much as she was. Judging by the state of his penis, he had to be nearing his limit. It was harder than any other she’d touched and was miraculously larger than it had been. The drops of pearly liquid were practically oozing together to form a stream.
Avoiding his groin after a perfunctory scrub, she worked her hands from his hips to his legs as she slipped to her knees in front of him. Tormenting them both, she massaged her way down one leg and up the other. Flashing Rich what she hoped was a seductive smile, Annette lifted his testicles and slid her hand between his legs to caress the soft skin beneath them. He inhaled sharply when she flicked her tongue along his shaft. Annette meant to tease him until he either demanded more or showed her by directing her head with his hands. Her plan changed with her first taste.
“Oh wow,” she whispered as she drew the engorged head into her mouth. “Mm,” she hummed as her tongue devoured what pre-come her lips had missed. “So good,” she murmured around his shaft.
Rich growled with primal need. The feel of Annette’s hot breath combined with the vibrations from her words almost destroyed what little control he still possessed. He tried not to thrust wildly into her mouth and thought he would succeed until she sucked him into her throat. He might have been able to restrain himself even after she began to hum as her swallowing motion nearly set him off. But when her finger sought out his prostate, nothing could prevent him from losing it entirely. He snapped. He unleashed the beast within and savagely ravaged her mouth and throat. He was so far gone that he failed to recognize Annette’s encouraging sounds for what they were.
“Fuck,” Rich swore when her whimpers and moans penetrated the carnal haze clouding his brain. “God damn you, Nettie,” he snarled, forcing her from him and hoisting her to her feet.
“Rich, what,” she squeaked, startled and confused.
“Shut up. Just shut the fuck up,” he ordered as he trapped her against the wall. Holding her wrists above her head with one hand, the other captured her leg. With his elbow under her bent knee, Rich rammed his cock into her slippery opening. He pummeled her relentlessly, each thrust pushing her higher until she dangled from his arm and shaft. “Why are you doing this to me?” he demanded between grunts. “What the fuck do you want from me?”