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Just one more day! Don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for you to read it. Lockdown’s different. Sin’s Gift was different, but this one’s just a little bit more raw and real. And I know it’s a paranormal, but it still felt that way to me. It might be because it’s inspired by real people. My daughter learned a whole new vocabulary working inside a prison. She faced fears and conquered them.
Yesterday, you met one of the demons in my story. Here’s a glimpse of the very human, very sexy man Gillian works with. Meet Billy Hedron…
The walk to her bedroom was as slow as she could manage. She didn’t want him knowing how badly she wanted this. He’d think her completely desperate.
But when she crossed the threshold he was already stripping. Just as eager, just as breathless as she was.
The sight of his bared chest left her gasping. Wide-set shoulders with thick mounds of muscle on top and at the corners of his shoulders. Pecs bulging, rippling as he flexed involuntarily with the clenching of his fists. “You sure about this?”
Maybe he asked because she’d halted and her mouth was hanging open. She toed off her shoes, stripped her tight tee over her head and unclasped her sports bra before she looked at him again. A good thing, because he was naked and the lower half of him was equally ripped, equally breath-stealing. His huge, ridged cock made her mouth water.
It turned upward, as thick and imposing as the rest of him. She couldn’t wait to feel the pinch of his girth stretching her from the inside as he crammed inside her.
She shoved down her shorts and briefs and headed straight for the bed, pulling back the coverlet and exposing the clean sheets she’d swapped for the drenched set she’d woken in earlier.
Here was a more appropriate, licentious fuck. She didn’t have to feel guilty about wanting it. Didn’t have to worry about losing everything she valued, including her self-respect. She climbed onto the bed, knowing he was staring at her ass, and rolled to her back, then slowly spread her legs in invitation.
A low groan, sounding more like an animalistic growl, rumbled from him and she smiled and reached down to trace the edges of her folds.
He stomped forward, staring down at her sex, then gripped her ankles hard and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. When her legs draped over it, dangling toward the floor, he knelt between her thighs, spread her with his fingers and bent to run his tongue along her damp slit.
Gillian closed her eyes on a sigh and lifted her legs over his broad shoulders, snuggling her bottom closer to the end of the bed as he continued to lick and suck, his teeth capturing an inner fold and nibbling on it for a moment before his tongue stroked into her entrance and swirled.
She moaned and her chest rose faster with her labored breaths. Like she’d run miles. When fingers joined the teasing strokes she heard the wet sounds as her sex’s lips clasped moistly around them and she smiled because he burrowed deeper at her body’s lewd invitation, pumping inside her, stretching her with a third and a fourth finger.
When his lips latched onto her clit, she couldn’t suppress the cry he surprised from her. Thick digits continued to sink inside her, stretching her, making her cunt pulse as she began to undulate her hips, climbing toward the apex.
But then he pulled out of her, backing away, abandoning her when she’d been ready to let go. He gripped her hips hard and shoved her up the bed. His knees landed on the mattress between her spread thighs and she lifted them high, but he nudged her bottom roughly to scoot her higher. When he was satisfied, he grabbed her legs and urged them around his hips, then prodded her sex with the blunt, round head of his cock. His gaze locked with hers, his hands flattened on either side of her shoulders. When he had her undivided attention, he took a deep breath and stroked deep.
She was wet, ready, but not prepared for his size. She cried out, and then bit her lip, not wanting him to stop or even slow the forceful motions that thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her body, until his balls slapped her tender perineum.
There was nothing smooth, nothing easy about the way he made love. He powered into her, grunting at the end of each thrust, forcing an equally unfeminine grunt from her lips that pleased her primitive, primal core.
She’d feel bruised, sore, used when he was done, but satisfied like she’d never been before.
Her arms wound around his shoulders and she pressed her cheek against his hot throat, feeling tears leak from between her tightly squeezed eyelids. She didn’t know why she cried, but he forced powerful emotions from her just as he forcefully, brutally took her body.
Her bed thudded heavily against the wall, the sound pulling her away, giving her something else to think about rather than how shattered she felt, and she laid back her head, opening her eyes to meet his fierce gaze.
“Did I hurt you?” he growled.
“Yes. Please don’t stop.”
Laughter shook his chest and he hiked her legs higher around his waist and slammed harder, his strokes shortening, quickening.
She couldn’t catch her breath. And she was quickly flying apart. She raked her fingers down either side of his spine, digging deep.
He grunted again, gathered his knees closer to her, laying his chest on top of hers and resting his forehead on the mattress beside her face.
Gillian skimmed her lips along the edge of his ear, licked a trickle of sweat sliding alongside his cheek and nuzzled closer, waiting, waiting…until the tension he built with his hard, sharp strokes finally coaxed her orgasm into full bloom. She gasped into his ear, clung hard to him and gave a keening howl as it ripped through her.
His release came quickly on the heels of her own. His choked breaths and gasps adding texture to the slowing staccato of his last strokes. Then he was falling over her, wrung out, his cock jerking inside her as his breaths rattled through his chest.
When he’d recovered somewhat he came up on his elbows, a lopsided grin on his face. His large hands cupped her cheeks tenderly and he bent quickly, covering her lips for a surprisingly gentle kiss.
Gillian’s eyes filled again and she opened her mouth, touching the tip of his tongue with hers, and then sliding deeper as they pressed closer, hungry again.
When they drew away, still breathless, they both laughed.
“Don’t take this wrong,” he said, “but if all you want to do is run tomorrow, just turn me toward my truck when we’re done. Because if I come through that door, I’m not leaving until this bed’s a pile of sticks.”