Psst! Yesterday’s winner can be found at the bottom of this post!
Today, I’m heading to Little Rock to meet with a reader’s group and see Heather B!! We’ll gather at a Starbucks and confiscate a big table. I’m bringing some extra books. Hate going to a party empty-handed.
But you don’t care where I’ll be. You want to know who yesterday’s winner is, and you want me to give you something hot to read!! I won’t make you wait…much!
I just wanted to catch you up on what I’ve been doing lately besides running contests. I already told you I finished up another Western threesome for Samhain. Now, I’m working on its sequel. Sadly, just the man and the woman, but it’s going to have plenty of the “stuff” you ladies like!
And I’m working on something else—an idea I discussed with my agent. He wants me to work up a mini-proposal. Thinks the idea is “fresh”, the mythology “not done” to death. So plenty to do!
All right, I can hear you muttering your impatience…
Adam’s fingers closed around her wrist, and he pulled her from her stool, led her out of the kitchen and back down the hall to his bedroom. This time, he walked inside, switched off the overhead lamp and pulled apart the curtains covering a wide window.
The sky was an inky black with occasional smudges of light illuminating dark, roiling clouds. The window faced the long gravel road that led from the wrought iron gate at the entrance of the property to the garage on the other side of the house.
Adam came back to her, pulled her toward the window, and turned her to face it. He stepped behind her, his hands resting on the notches of her hips. “Think we’ll even notice when Johnny comes home?”
She jerked, knowing she wasn’t the only one being punished for the other night’s misstep. “Why would I care?” she asked, her voice raw and scratchy.
“Right answer.” His hands cupped her breasts beneath the thin tee and squeezed.
Cass leaned against his chest as he caressed and plumped up the mounds, gliding his thumb across the aroused points. His hips pressed into her, his clothed cock rutting against her buttocks.
Cass’s breaths came faster. She clutched the sides of his thighs and held him tight, letting him know wordlessly again that she was willing.
His hands slowly glided down her belly, then came up under her shirt. Callused palms skimmed burning skin as he shoved up her tee and tugged it over her head.
She closed her eyes as his palms settled on her breasts again, massaging, thumbs flicking her ripened nipples until she rolled her head on his chest and arched her back.
Hands skimmed beneath the shorts and pushed them over her hips to drop to the floor. Naked, with him fully clothed behind her, she wished she had the nerve to turn and undress him as thoroughly, but she waited, letting him set the pace, giving him what he demanded of her–surrender.
“Lean over and grab the windowsill.”
Cass turned and tilted her head, trying to read his expression, but found herself frustrated as usual. “I’m too short standing on the floor…”
“Did I say I wanted to fuck you?”
Jesus Christ, she’d fallen in love with a sadist. So, why was her body starting to quiver?
He stepped back and so did she. Then she extended her arms and bent over, gripping the edge of the wooden casing.
His feet nudged hers wider apart, and once again, she was opening for him, her folds parting with a moist sigh.
Two large hands cupped her ass, lifting her buttocks and spreading them. “Think you deserve a spanking?” he whispered.
“No!” she bit out, but stopped herself from saying more. Every time she opened her mouth she got herself into deeper trouble with him.
“Did you like what I did the other day?” Fingers slid between her folds, and he had his answer in a rush of cream that soaked her inner channel.
His soft chuckle had her gritting her teeth, but still she stayed silent, waiting for him to decide how he wanted to take her.
One hand lifted, and she braced herself, shoulders stiff, her head held high. The flat of his hand landed against the length of her pussy in a stinging slap. Her cunt tightened.
He did it again, the sound making her wince because it was wet and dirty. Air hissed between her teeth. Fingers stroked inside her, then withdrew. Another slap and her knees trembled.
Cass gripped the casing harder and lowered her head between her arms, because no amount of passive resistance would make this any less humiliating to take. He’d discovered a part of her she didn’t know existed…a part that craved the sting of his physical mastery.
Soft licks stroked along her spread folds, and she moaned because she loved the things he’d done to her before with his wicked tongue.
“I haven’t been able to get the taste of you out of my mouth,” he groaned.
“Try gargling,” she gritted out, her voice soft and thin, so unlike herself, she wished she hadn’t said a thing.
His lips pursed around her clit and suckled then let go with an audible pop. He repeated the action again and again, until she was ready to scream because he never let the urgency inside her build.
“I’d like to fuck you like this. Watch your sweet cheeks jiggle. But you’re right. You’re too damn small.”
“On the bed then?” she panted.
“Kneel on the edge.”
She straightened and turned toward the bed, startled to see him still fully dressed. She’d forgotten. “Would you like me to undress you?”
His nostrils flared. “Go ahead.”
Cass had never been timid with a man, but Adam made her nervous, because she really cared whether she pleased him and hoped at the end of it all that he’d forgive her.
Now, he stood still, his eyes glittering in the darkness, watching as she slowly approached him.
She stepped close, her gaze drifting down his broad, solid chest, and she reached out to grab handfuls of cotton and drag his shirt upward.
His arms lifted, and she stood on the tips of her toes to tug the shirt over his head. Next, she opened the button at his waistband and slowly pulled down the zipper at the front of his jeans. The scrape was as loud in the silence that surrounded them as her own choppy breaths.
Her fingers slid beneath the denim at his hips and pushed, peeling his jeans downward to his ankles.
Cass knelt to hold his pants as he stepped out of each leg, and then she looked upward, getting her first full-frontal view of his cock.
It jutted upward from a ruff of crinkly black hair. The crown was blunt and round, the shaft thick and ridged with veins.
Her breath gusted against him, and his cock jerked. Cass couldn’t resist, she encircled him with her fingers and rubbed her cheek along his length. Steamy, satiny heat glided along her skin, and she inhaled his musky, clean aroma.
She cast a questioning glance upward, but couldn’t tell from his thinned lips and narrowed glance whether he was pleased with her interest or impatient for her to climb onto the bed.
Her own arousal sharpened. And anger drifted to the surface again. Adam wanted her surrender. Wanted her dancing to his tune until he figured she’d paid enough for the cost to his pride.
Well, she had plenty of pride of her own, and she needed to recapture her own weakening spirit. If she was ever to convince him she was his match, his mate, he had to see her as equal in pride and ferocity.
She allowed a little smile to curve the corners of her lips, then pointed his cock upwards and dove beneath to lap at his balls.
He murmured something soft, probably filthy, but she didn’t care. She licked his hard, round balls, stroking her tongue slowly over sparse, prickling hair. She cupped them, lifting the sac to her mouth and opened to swallow him inside where the steamy moisture of her mouth enclosed him. She suckled, gently at first, then more vigorously, rasping the skin with her tongue, tugging with her lips, until his fingers thrust into her hair and held her close.
She murmured, deep in her throat, telling him how much she loved the flavor of his skin, how much she savored the masculinity he surrendered to her care.
When she released them, she pressed a kiss against each ball, and then glided her lips, cheeks and nose up his shaft.
Coming higher on her knees, she pointed him toward her mouth and locked her glance with his, then rocked forward, just far enough to suck the crown between her lips.
Her mouth stretched, and her next moan was for herself, because already her pussy moistened as she imagined the blunt thickness pressing inward, crowding into her channel, stroking deeper than he had before when his clothing had interfered.
Both her hands surrounded him, gliding up and down his shaft, twisting in opposition as she nibbled on the satiny head. Her tongue swirled inside her mouth, capturing the pre-cum leaking from the thin slit, then greedily burrowing inside.
“Fuck. Cass.” His fingers pulled her hair, trying to force her to rise, but she sank forward, opening her jaws to swallow him. When his cock bumped the back of her throat, she suctioned hard and withdrew, then sank again, and again, until his hips began to pulse forward, and he fucked her mouth.
She worked him with grasping fists and mouth, until his glides were no longer gentle or shallow. Until her jaws ached, and her fingers cramped, but still he didn’t come.
A glance at his face, and she knew that wasn’t part of his plan. His face was tight, and his lips were drawn back against clenched teeth.
She came off his dick, mouthing the crown, moistening the tip with her saliva then kissing it before clutching at his hips and rising unsteadily to her feet.
She stepped around him and crawled onto the bed, kneeling at the edge, so that her ass was high enough now for him to stand behind her and fuck her.
His palm slapped her wet pussy once, making her gasp and tilt higher. Then fingers swirled and quickly withdrew.
Cass leaned on her elbows, staring straight ahead and waiting for him to stroke inside.
A large hand closed on one side of her hip, and the thick, round head of his dick rubbed up and down her folds.
Cass held her breath as he slid into her. She clenched her fists around the coverlet beneath her as he slowly worked his way inward with short, steady thrusts.
Her pussy tightened and relaxed around him, caressing his shaft as he tunneled inside. The tender tissues of her inner walls burned unused to the thickness cramming deep, but moisture seeped steadily around him, easing his way.
Both his hands gripped her harder now, pushing her back and forth while his cock sank and retreated, ramming deeper with each glide until at last his groin and balls slapped wetly against her. His strokes strengthened, coming harder, sharper, making her ass jiggle the way he’d wanted to see her.
Cass rolled her face into the bedding, biting her lips to still her cries, but ripples were already working their way up her tender inner walls, and she knew she wouldn’t last long.
She’d waited too long for this moment, dreamed of it, fingered herself in the dark countless nights while imagining how she’d feel.
Yet every imagining fell short of this blissful reality. Her pussy had never ached this way. Her body and her heart had never felt this full.
“Adam,” she groaned.
“It’s okay,” he rasped. “Come for me. Come now.”
The winner of the signed copy of Seduced by Darkness is…Teresa Warner! Teresa, be sure to send me an email with your snail mail address. Congratulations!