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Excerpts:
Tasting Cherry ~
I grabbed Cherry
by the arms and pulled her close. I hadn’t suspected those details. Honestly.
I thought back
again to my first time with Denise. She spent hours gently nudging me from the
awkward, nervous nipple sucker to a skilled clit-manipulator, G-spot hunter,
and dick-dunker.
Still wrapped in
my arms, I led Cherry to the kitchen table. “You probably feel ashamed, right?”
She nodded.
“Embarrassed,
too, huh?”
She nodded and
sniffled. “My mom didn’t talk to me for days. I wanted her to understand I was
just curious, you know. I’ve been this goody-two-shoes girl all my life. I
mean, it was just a cucumber. Then I thought, you know, some guys have their
first time with professionals. Why can’t I? I just want to know…to feel…be
filled…” Her breath hitched and she shook within my hold.
So close in each
other’s space, I breathed in her heady scent of fresh berries. Something else
teased my nose; a light sweet vanilla that damn near made my mouth water. I
wedged my finger under her chin and tilted her face to mine. I looked into
those pools of green innocence as they stared back at me, pleading with me to
take the ignorance away, to turn the curiosity into fulfillment.
Refusing wasn’t
even an option. Every part of me amped up to… Blow. Her. Fucking. Mind.
Leaning forward,
I grazed my lips across hers, whispering, “Don’t ever be ashamed or embarrassed
by your sexuality.” I cupped a hand to the back her neck, feeling shivers trail
through her as I nibbled her ear and whispered again. “Mr. Baltimore’s going to
take it all away, Cherry-baby.”
She sucked a
breath through her teeth. “Please…take it…please…”
A View to Ecstasy ~
“Do you need to
stop?” I asked.
“Hell no,
Baltimore,” Marie answered. Sugary-sweet Snickerdoodle breath filled the space
between us. “I can still move. I’m not done until you both break me in two.” A
lust-filled grin kissed her lips. She flicked her tongue at me.
I flipped her
around so she faced her husband. Her nipples jutted firm, dark and delicious
like chocolate chunks, body ready for another rough fuck. I tore the condom
wrapping with my teeth, pushing the latex free from the bottom of the package.
With one-handed-experience, I rolled my helmet on, gripped Marie by the hips,
and held her high above my cock. After one good bounce on the bed, I was
thrusting upward into her leaking entrance.
She tossed her
head back in ecstasy, pleading for me to fuck her harder.
Retreat Bound ~
“You’re late,
Mallory.” His voice, so beautiful to my ears in that just-above-a-baritone kind
of vibe, signaled disappointment.
I caught his
gaze then cast my look downward. His smoky dark eyes were lust-filled and held
a glint of mischief. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”
I watched his
shadow wave in dismissal of my words. “It will. You have certain obligations.”
He paused, his voice husky as he spoke again. “But you know what this means.”
My nipples
hardened and ached in anticipation. The first few times he’d practiced
punishing me at my place, it went so well a couple of the neighbors thought
something bad was happening. They had no clue my screams of pain were
expressions of blissed out pleasure. Unlike my last Dom, Master Baltimore
didn’t like the ball gag. He said it took away the music; that hearing me
vocalize the joy and pain he brought me was kin to Mozart hearing his
masterpieces conducted and played to perfection. So he turned one of the empty
retreat rooms into his very own playground. I’ve been coming and cumming ever
since.
“To me,” he
commanded.
I glanced back
at him, stuck in place by the need seething in his eyes. The hunger…
Bound to Collide ~
Warm fingers
splayed upon my back, pressed firm, crushing me to his chest with reckless
abandon. His strong arms held me so
close I dared not do more than grasp a hold of him and cling for dear life.
We
shuffle-kissed to the bottom of the stairs. We’d barely made it up to the
single curve in the stairs, before he broke the kiss, huffing out, “I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” My
breasts swelled in his presence. My nipples ached for his touch. I needed the
full length of him drilling into the depths of my pussy. What was with the
‘can’t’?
A glint shone in
his eyes. I should’ve known better than to question him. “I can’t wait,” he
growled. He peeled my slacks and panties off in one fell swoop. The clothes
pooled in a heap at the foot of the stairs.
About
the Author:
Rayven Godchild is an author of
erotica/erotic romance short stories, novels and novellas. Her first published
work appeared in a fit of obscurity during a tumultuous time in life. That
story, Secret Lilies, will see the light of day again with a lot less stress
and a lot more joy surrounding its republication in the very near future.
Currently, the Confessions of a
Sex Fiend short stories are working their way out into the world, with the
first one, Tasting Cherry, as Rayven’s re-debut as an author. A View to Ecstasy
and Retreat Bound are available. Bound to Collide is the final confession, but
certainly not the last the world will hear from Chancellor Baltimore.
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