Thursday, November 19, 2015

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Ronnie Durand is a country boy who transfers to the University of Washington after two years at Central. He'll have to give up playing football, though finishing his education at a major university in Seattle - and being out and proud without having to look over his shoulder - makes the sacrifice worthwhile. 

But finding friends at a huge school is tough, especially when the hottest guy Ronnie meets makes him doubt his own sanity.

Sang's been on his own a long time. He's only a couple steps away from living on the street, and he's got dreams so big they don't leave space for a steady boyfriend. Then he meets Ronnie, who just might be strong enough to break through his long as Sang lets him in on one big secret. 


It's warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt, and the campus is relatively quiet except for a handful of die-hard election enthusiasts who are still passing out flyers in front of the HUB. I ignore the idiots pushing their anti-gay marriage agenda, and sidestep the fans of Senator Whozit. My freakishly liberal mother married a small town Republican, so I grew up taking the fifth on political stuff, more of an agnostic than an actual atheist. I pretty much can't open my mouth without being accused of siding with one of them, so I keep it shut.
But I do grab a pamphlet explaining why marijuana should be legal, because duh.
The Ave is busier than the campus, mostly with college kids wandering through the pizza places to the used book stores to the faded pubs. A steady stream of cars rolls past, blunting the crisp fall air with exhaust. I'm about to duck into the College Inn Pub when Sang comes around the corner of 40th St.
Surprise hits me harder than the coffee I had for breakfast, fading to a rock-hard blast of desire. His long hair is twisted into a bun and secured with a pair of glossy black sticks. His faded gray tunic hits him about mid-thigh, his legs are bare, and he's wearing a beat-up pair of Dr. Martens and a long feathered earring. Maybe I’m weird, but I want him in all his freaky, funky beauty.
I cross my arms and wait. There's no place for him to go except right past me. Across the street, someone bursts out cursing and a driver lays on their car's horn. I glance over. No blood. I glance back. No Sang. Dammit. There's only one store between me and where I saw him last, and it's one of those one-off Asian places where the window's crowded with candies and porcelain bowls and small brass Buddhas. Nowhere else he could have gone, so I push through the door. 
The light is much dimmer than outside, and it takes me a minute to adjust. I catch a flash of white in the corner, Sang's feather. He's contemplating a display of colored packages, but all the labels are in some other language, so I don't know what they are. I walk up behind him, close enough to pick up his unique scent through the store's incense and sesame oil smell. 
"Don't crowd me, Sugar Cookie." He doesn't turn around.
Right. I take another step, close enough for the hem of his skirt to brush against my shorts. 
He spins around and puts his hand on my chest. "What are you doing?" He sounds indignant, but his eyes are laughing.
And his smile strips me bare.
"I was thinking about grabbing a beer next door." I flick the feather with my index finger. "Wanna join me?"
His smile softens, and he tugs my hand away from his earring, lacing our fingers together. "I'm sorry, baby. I can't. I'm working today."
"What are you doing? Do you live down here?" So many questions. Finding him on The Ave pretty much convinces me his "I don't go to UW" line is bullshit.
He brushes my knuckles against his cheek. "I wish I had time to play." He spins back around. "I'm just grabbing something quick for lunch."
Frustration forces me back a little. "Okay well, maybe I should grab something, too. The Husky game starts in about an hour."
"Are you going to watch the Seahawks tomorrow?" He slides a glance over his shoulder and flicks his fingers so I can see his team-colors manicure.
I almost say “only if you'll watch it with me”, but I don't want to get shot down again. "Yeah, if I get my homework done."
"Good. They're playing Denver, you know, and I hate the Broncos."
Talking football with my favorite freak surrounded by a store full of Made In China is a little surreal. My head's pretty spun when he grabs a bag off the rack and shoves it at me. 
"Here," he says, grinning so hard he's almost giving himself a dimple. "You need some of this."
The bag is full of little brown balls about the size of peas. "What is it?"
"Bap chien gion. Like corn nuts."
He's still digging through the racks, flipping from package to package. "This one, too." He tosses something back at me.
I do my best to read the label. "Moot dow tai."
"Mut dau tay." He echoes me, but the words sound nothing like mine.
"Is this Chinese or something?"
He gives me an exasperated look over his shoulder and twitches his ass so it bumps against my thighs. "Vietnamese, Cookie."
I feel sorta stupid. I've never met anyone from Vietnam before. Still holding the last package he's handed me, I ask "What are these red things?"  
"Strawberry candy. I love them."
Might be a weird combination with the beer I'd been planning to drink during the Husky game, but I don't want to offend him a second time. If I even offended him the first time. It's hard to tell. His energy is as changeable as a river when there are clouds overhead, sometimes sparkling but other times dark as pitch.
"This one's good, too. Hat sen sey kho. Fried lotus seeds." He spins, hands it to me, too close, making it hard for me to breathe. He grabs a couple more for himself and steps up until he's pressed against me. "Come on, Cookie. Get out of the way so I can pay for this." He snuggles his nose against my chest, humming so I can feel the vibration in my sternum. 
"I gotta get back to work." His body and his mouth are saying such completely different things that I can't move, don't know how to respond. After a moment he sighs and steps around me. "If I go out tonight, it won't be until very late. I have to work." 
Hope and disappointment have an MMA bout in my gut. "Don't know if I'll go out at all."
"Maybe I'll see you next week some time, then."
Hope gets the upper hand. “Will you?”
“What?” His feather flutters in a sudden breeze.
“See me next week?”

“If you get very, very lucky.” He slides some cash to the shriveled old woman behind the register. She speaks to him in Vietnamese, and he laughs and answers back. Then he's gone, but when I go to pay for the snacks he's chosen for me, I find out he already did.

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Friday, October 30, 2015

#NewRelease MUSCLING IN by Lily Harlem (@lily_harlem @evernightpub)


Muscling In is award-winning author Lily Harlem’s latest release. It’s a hot and sexy MMF novel with a military theme and delves into the desires and passions of a threesome who are determined to be together despite the restraints of the world they live in. 

The story is set in London and follows tattoo artist Sian as she decides to let her husband Coben rekindle a relationship he’s had with a man from his past. This man, Ed, is still serving in the Royal Air Force, he’s the elite of the elite, the best of the best – it’s going to get complicated. And there is of course one condition from Sian, she wants to be part of the fun too. Why should she miss out when they’re having an amazing naked and sweaty time? That’s just not fair…

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My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.

Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.

Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?

One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.

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“Where is your husband? You forget to bring him?” A cheeky smirk crossed Ed’s face.
“He’s just catching up with Harold about something, business stuff, you know.”
“Oh, what’s he do for a living, then?”
“Cyber security, Middle East is his speciality.”
Ed’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Sounds interesting.”
“It keeps him very busy.”
A noise in the hall caught my attention and I turned. The click of shoes on the floor grew louder. Coben appeared in the doorway.
He stopped and scanned the room. His gaze settled briefly on me, then flicked to Ed.
His mouth slackened for a second before squeezing into a straight line. He kept his attention firmly on the man at my side.
Harold stepped past him and up to the drinks cabinet. “Coben, old fellow, what are you drinking?”
Coben said nothing. It was as if he’d been rooted to the floor. His eyes flashed and his hands curled into fists.
What the hell is the matter with him?
“Coben? Drink?” Harold repeated.
“Er…Scotch.” His voice was hoarse. “Please. If you have one.” He pushed his shoulders down and tilted his chin. He looked a little paler than he had earlier.
“Coben,” I said, hoping he wasn’t coming down with something. “Come and meet Harold and Mable’s godson. Ed Moorland.”
Coben accepted the drink Harold passed him and took a large gulp. He walked up to me.
I reached for his hand. His fingers were cool, his palm a little clammy. Perhaps the talk with Harold hadn’t gone according to plan.
Still he stared at Ed.
Ed stared right on back.
“Funny thing is…” I started, trying to fill in a weird silence that had descended and wondering why the air felt like it had an electric current running through it. “I actually met Ed today. What a coincidence, eh?”
“You met him?” Coben dragged his attention from Ed to me. “What? How?” He narrowed his eyes.
Why is he being so rude? 
“He came into Dragon’s Ink. He was a client.” I tried to keep the irritation out of my tone. “I added a bird to his half-leg tat.”
“Nice to meet you.” Ed held out his hand to Coben. His voice was tense.
Coben took it, shook very briefly, then shoved his hand into his trouser pocket. “She tattooed you?” He paused. “My wife.”
“Yes. Your wife.” Ed knocked back the last of his drink. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and narrowed his eyes. “She’s very good.”
“I know.” Coben mimicked Ed by finishing his freshly poured Scotch in one go. He shifted forward and back as though wondering whether to sit or not—or maybe leave the room.
“I’ll be back in a moment.” Harold raised a large glass of red into the air. “Best just check the boss is okay in the kitchen.”
“Sure.” I smiled his way. It was a false smile because something was going on. I had no idea what but I’d never seen Coben so twitchy.
“Ed is in the military,” I said, tucking my loose strands of hair behind my ears.
“Oh yeah?” Coben tilted his chin.
“Yep.” Ed turned away and headed to the drinks cabinet. “Don’t ask me about it, though.”
“He can’t tell you,” I said. “It’s top secret.”
Coben kind of grunted.
I poked him in the ribs. “What’s the matter?” I mouthed, frowning.
“Nothing.” He clenched his jaw and a tendon jumped in his cheek.
Ed poured himself another drink. As he turned back to us, Mable appeared. “Ah, here you all are,” she said, holding out her hands. She came up to me and kissed my cheek. “Sian, you look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I smiled. “So do you.”
“Coben, thank you so much for coming this evening.” She angled her face toward him.
“My pleasure.” He politely touched his lips to her cheek.
I glanced at Ed. He was staring at Coben. Two lines plowed across his forehead and he was breathing deep, his shirt tightening over his broad chest.
I’d never known Coben to be anything other than perfectly polite and controlled when we’d been out, so this reaction to Ed was weird. But it seemed Coben had a strange effect on Ed too—I just didn’t understand what.

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight Publishing, Xcite, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot,  In Expert Hands and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.

Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

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Thursday, October 29, 2015

#NewRelease SILVERFALL by Raven deHart (@dehartslist @loveunleashed)

The city hides a lot of secrets. Sometimes, those secrets break free.

Unicorns can’t be real. That’s what Anthony Gates always thought. At least until he saw one murder a man. Now there’s a myth stalking him through the streets of San Francisco. And right when he’s starting in on a very passionate—and promising—relationship.

Leon Phillips is a security guard with a secret. A dangerous secret. One he can’t even share with his new flame, Anthony. But when the mysterious Lionshead organization rears up, he’s left with only two choices: come clean about who he really is, or give up on Anthony forever.

Can their romance survive onslaught from all sides, or will the secrets eat away at what could have been?

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I made it through and leaned against the other bar. This bartender wasn’t quite as cute as the first one, but I hardly thought I’d be headed home with either one of them. “Double bourbon, rocks.”

I reached for my wallet to give him my card, start a second tab, but a large, gruff hand wrapped over my wrist. Its partner handed a twenty to the bartender. “I’ll cover it.”

Shit on fire. Someone was actually paying for my drink. Of course, it was probably some old fart who was hoping to get lucky with someone the same age as his fucking grandson. That would be my luck. But I had to show my appreciation. Hopefully I could end the bad situation there.

“Thanks, but you really don’t have to.”

“It’s my distinct pleasure.”

He didn’t sound old. Fuck it. I dared eye contact, and I was fucking thrilled with the outcome. He was tall. Over six feet. Short black hair, clean-shaven, and well-built. Very well-built. He had these big, dark eyes. Almost black and almost too big for his face. His gaze bored into me. Even when I blinked, I could see them, clear as the clearest night sky. He had scars all over his face, neck, and arms. Subtle, but there. And, perhaps most importantly, he had to be somewhere close to my age. Or know a really good plastic surgeon.

“Hi.” I offered him my hand properly. He grabbed it, squeezed it as he shook. Strong.

“Hi. My name’s Leon.”

“Anthony.” I sipped at my drink, but suddenly, I didn’t seem to need it so much. I leaned on the bar and smiled. “So, how about that small talk?”

“Hate it. But I occasionally endure the torment.”

“On what occasions?”

He shrugged but didn’t break eye contact. “Mainly when my conversational partner is lovely enough to warrant the effort.”

“And do I qualify?”

Again, a shrug. Then a smile. It wasn’t a cute smile or a sexy smile or a pretty smile. It was too big, and his teeth were too horsey. That was all right with me. He was real and attractive, not fake and plastic like all the other guys I’d come across in California.

He took a drink of whatever was in his glass. “So the weather’s been pretty good lately.”

“It’s California. The closest thing I’ve seen to bad weather here is an earthquake.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true.” He clinked his glass against mine before continuing. “It rained that one time.”

“Must have been before I moved here.”

“Where’d you move from?”


“Cow country.”

“Not exactly. Our neighbors did the whole cattle thing. My family was always more into horses.” And just like that, the unicorn trotted back into my mind. But it also trotted right back off and let me focus on Leon. “What about you?”

“I’ve pretty much been here my whole life. Moved around to different towns, but the city life always suited me best of all.” He took another drink and finished it most of the way off. “What do you do for a living?”

That was a great question. Totally made me datable material, talking about my dead-end job. “I’m on the night crew down at Michaelson’s Grocery.”

“What do you do?”

So much for my artful dodging. “I’m a stocker. Nothing special, but it pays the bills.” Needed to get off that subject quick. “What about you?”

“Security.” He said it fast. If I wasn’t feeling the liquor so hard, I might have questioned it. And if he wasn’t so damn good-looking and interested in me. For once. “I work for whoever decides to pay me that week.”

“Is it dangerous?”

He snorted. “Hardly. There’s not nearly as much activity as the TV writers would have you think.” He reached over and touched my cheek, rough skin scratching. “How do you feel about kissing strangers, Anthony?” When he pulled his bar stool closer, I didn’t back off. I thought I maybe should have, but I didn’t. I let him touch me. His skin was warm and hard, and he smelled like cut grass and wet dirt. I don’t know why. Maybe it was just my imagination. That was completely possible. But I still breathed deep. If my brain wanted me to think he smelled that perfect, I was going to take full advantage of the delusion.

He kept his hand there for a long time. Longer than I’d ever normally allow a stranger to touch me, sober or not. My heart thumped hard in my chest. Damn it, I felt good. I brushed my fingers through his hair. Soft to the touch.

And then it happened. I leaned forward, balancing my stool on two legs. Given how much liquor I’d had, that was an impressive fucking feat. I hesitated for half a breath just an inch away from him. Close enough to see his pores. Close enough to feel his gentle breath, hot and scented like whatever fruity cocktail he’d been drinking.

I leaned in that extra inch and pressed my lips to his. Not long. Hardly more than a peck. No tongue. But it still sparked inside me, lighting something animal to life in my core. I snuffed it out. Or tried…and failed. It remained there even as the heat of embarrassment took hold.

“Was that all right?”

“No complaints from me.” The big toothy smile again. “In fact, I think we should do it again.” He scooted even closer, weaving his legs between mine. He whispered the next part. “Go ahead.”

It took me a bit to believe it, to believe he really wanted to kiss again. But he didn’t pull back when I leaned closer. I parted my lips, conformed to the curve of his mouth. I dared a flash of tongue, just the slightest brush against his teeth. His tongue touched mine just as I went to pull back, and the sensation stuck there, lingering in my mouth.

I looked into the big, dark eyes. The skin crinkled around them as he laughed. “Well, I think that was okay, don’t you?”

After years on hiatus, Raven de Hart has once again picked up her pen to write her salacious stories and tantalizing tales. And the occasional lewd limerick, if she's had enough wine. Her short work has been published in various anthologies from Cleis Press and Bold Strokes Books, among others. She is also the author of a variety of books, including Wild Ride and Silverfall. When she is not writing, she can be found tending her herb garden, playing with her Basset Hounds, and trying to figure out this new-fangled internet fad.

Find Raven at her blog/website, twitter, or Facebook.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

#99cent Book Blitz from @AuthorNicMorgan and @AuthorNickiDay #EroticRomance @EvernightPub

Writing under Nicki Day as well as her more commonly known pen name, Nicole Morgan has two hot and steamy winter tales to warm you up on these cool autumn nights and each is on sale exclusively on Amazon for only 99 cents

MAKE ME MELT by Nicki Day
Newly divorced, Vicky Browning is coming home for the holidays for the first time in years. After losing her supposed friends in her recent divorce, she has nowhere else to go and tries to make the best out of the situation.
U.S. Marine, Michael Barnett just set his boots down on American soil for the first time in eighteen months. He wants nothing more than to go home to his humble mountain home, drink a few beers, and fish the rest of the year away. Michael’s mother has other plans though, and insists he come home to spend Christmas with those who love him.
Michael and Vicky haven’t seen one another in seventeen years. Their last meeting was less than enjoyable as they said goodbye to one another in a bitter break up at the tender age of eighteen years old. As the awkwardness settles between the two they soon begin to realize that the flames of desire haven’t died between them. The wounds they thought had never healed, might just be the very thing that brings them together again. 

Erotic Teaser...
“Fuck. You’re so wet, Vick.” 
She didn’t answer, but ground her hips into his hand and moaned. Her movements might have made him want to drive into her, if he hadn’t been so mesmerized by the sounds she made. He felt a new sense of greediness overcome him. He no longer cared about how he felt. He wanted to see how far he could take her. 
He used his index finger with the middle finger this time. Thrusting inside of her he worked his fingers in and out, pushing deep inside while hitting the back of her cervix. 
Her body bucked and she whimpered his name while moaning. He looked down at her. Her face was flush and her full and round tits bounced with every move she made. The taut peaks of her nipples called out to him. It had been far too long since he laved one of them with his tongue. 
Opening his mouth, he latched on to one of her nipples and sucked it into his mouth. He kept up the ministrations with his fingers. He could hear her breathing hitch and her voice was beginning to become squeakier the more he worked his fingers deeper inside her pussy. 

REMIND ME by Nicole Morgan
After 12 years of marriage, Priscilla Blackwood has decided to leave her husband. Retreating to their mountain cabin, she hopes the time away will help heal the heartache she feels from leaving the only man she’s ever loved. 
When Max Blackwood returns home to find out that his wife has left him he is devastated. Refusing to give up on her or the life they’ve built together, he sets out to find her before it is too late. When a winter storm hits, his plan to rescue their marriage careens off course. 
Will being stranded together in a blizzard be enough to repair their broken relationship? Or will Max be forced to say goodbye to the woman who stole his heart so many years ago. 

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He slid his fingers past the slick folds of her pussy and dipped his middle finger inside. A whimper tore from her, which he quickly swallowed. He loved feasting on the lascivious noises that came from her. They were like fuel to his fire, encouraging him to take more.
Hot juices coated his finger as he continued to play with her, ensuring her readiness for him. He pulled his finger out and worked her wetness up and down along her slit. With his thumb he pressed against her clit and strummed it. He alternated his pressure, touching soft and then hard, moving faster and then slower. He continued the taunt until her body started to squirm against him. His cock twitched in anticipation when he felt her start to move. He knew his Cilla and knew she was past the point of no return.
Pulling his hand out from between them, he lifted her up, effectively breaking their kiss. They stared at one another breathlessly as he pushed her back until she hovered over his cock. She straddled him as he positioned himself at her entrance. With his cock fisted in his hand he looked into her eyes like he had so many times before. They were blue and absolutely breathtaking. There wasn’t a spec to her irises that he didn’t know. He studied every microscopic millimeter of those eyes and knew them as surely as he knew her body. He sensed her hesitation despite her readiness. He knew they needed to talk about her letter, about why she did it and about so many things. This wasn’t the time, though. He needed this, and from the gaze he saw in her eyes, he knew she did, too. She didn’t say a word as he pushed himself forward. Her head dropped back and her body arched into his thrust.
Sweet Jesus.

Thank you so much for having me as a guest today!

~ Nicole Morgan/Nicki Day XOXO

Thursday, October 22, 2015

#NewRelease A SLOW-BURNING DANCE by Ravenna Tate (@RavennaTate @evernightpub)

The Weathermen 5

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When Sela Chavez inspects the unit in a strip mall that will soon become her very own dance studio, she’s on the cusp of a dream come true. Until she spies Damien Rivera, her brother’s boss. She knows he’s financing the project, and she knows he’s a player. 

When he invites her to a concert, she can’t seem to look away from his gaze. But gorgeous eyes or not, she has no intention of becoming Damien’s next conquest. 

Damien is part of a group of friends financing the efforts to put a stop to The Madeline Project. The program now has a mind of its own, thanks to a virus called Tommy Twister. These men have power, resources, and money, but they’re as ruthless and possessive as the storms ravaging Earth. 

They call themselves the Weathermen… 

He moved to the edge of the bed and pointed toward the floor. “On your knees.” 

 It didn’t matter either way to her, but there was something quite decadent about kneeling in front of a man to suck his dick. She slid off the bed and dropped to her knees. At least the bedroom was carpeted. It would have been painful kneeling on the stone downstairs the way he had done for her.

 Damien groaned softly and held her head with both hands as she licked him from his balls to the tip of his cock, and back again. She tortured him as he’d done to her, enjoying the way his soft groans grew louder, and the grip on her head increased. 

 Sela took several inches at a time into her mouth and sucked, alternating that with moving her lips up and down his shaft, increasing the length she took inside each time. He squirmed on the bed for several minutes, and then he pulled his cock away from her. “I can’t take it. I don’t want to come in your mouth. I’ve changed my mind.” 

 “Are you sure? I don’t mind if you do.” The tender look he gave her melted her heart. “I’ll keep that in mind, but I want to fuck your hot pussy again. Come back up here and get on your hands and knees.” 

 She couldn’t have disobeyed that voice if she’d wanted to. Sela crawled onto the bed and did as he asked, then moaned softly as he caressed her ass cheeks and her soaking wet pussy. “You have the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen.” 

 “I’m glad you like it.” 

 He nipped at each cheek, and she giggled. “I could eat you up, Sela.” The mattress shifted, and she watched him grab one of the strawberries they hadn’t eaten. Thinking he was going to put it into his mouth, she gasped when he rubbed it slowly over her ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs, following each pass of the berry with his tongue. 

 The stickiness of the strawberry, coupled with his hot tongue, was surprisingly arousing. She moaned softly as he plucked another berry off the plate and rolled her onto her back. He straddled her at hip level, and rubbed the fruit over each breast, sucking and licking the juice off her. When he finally stopped, he kissed her, and he didn’t seem to mind that she was sticky. After he released the kiss, he crawled off her and asked her to get on her hands and knees again. 

 “Well that was new,” she said. 

 Damien caressed her pussy from behind. “Did you like it?” 

 “I loved it.” 

 “Then I’ll have to experiment with other things.” 

 Her orgasm was so close she could hardly stand it. “Like what?” 

 “Oh, I don’t know. Ice, perhaps? Peanut butter? Hot sauce?” 

 She giggled again. “You’re very sexy, Damien. I’ve never known a man like you.” 

 He kissed her lower back. “And I’ve never known anyone as fun and adventurous as you, Sela. Thank you for this.” 

 Before she could answer him, he slid his cock into her pussy. She moaned loudly as he thrust deep and hard, and just as she thought she was going to come again, he pulled out and picked up one of the berries again. 

 Sela moaned softly as he rubbed it over her pussy. Her arousal shot through the roof. She’d never imagined being covered in strawberry juice would feel this incredible. She wanted him to keep going, but when he licked her from behind, she cried out in pleasure. Kink with fruit. Who’d have thought it could be this much fun? 

 As he continued to use his tongue to send her excitement to new heights, he reached underneath with his left hand and played with her clit. She pushed back against him, arching her back and silently begging for release, but he stopped before she came. 

 “Oh, please! This is crazy fun, but I’m dying here!” 

 He chuckled and kissed each ass cheek. “Do you think I’m not ready to explode?” 

 “I think you’re having way too fun much torturing me.” 

 He sank his dick into her pussy again, fucking her so slowly she thought she’d go out of her mind with need. At the same time, Sela enjoyed it far more than she could process. “Sadist,” she muttered.

 “No shit.” 

 His comment made her laugh, but that soon turned to loud moans as he fucked her rougher now. He still didn’t let her come, but Sela was loving this. When he pulled out and returned to rubbing the strawberry over her ass and pussy, she sighed, closed her eyes, and simply let go. Sela wanted to experience all the sensations without analyzing them or worrying about the impending orgasm. This was way too much fun to ask him to stop. 

 “You’re all sticky, niña.” 

 “I’m sure I am.” 

 “Are you enjoying this?” His soft, smoky voice sent shivers down her spine. 

 “I am. Very much.” 

 He caressed the side of her breast. “I want you so hot for me that you can’t stand it.” 

 “I’m already there, Damien.”

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