Suddenly Beautiful by Boone Brux

 

Suddenly Beautiful Blurb:

 

Being the son of Aphrodite isn’t a walk in the clouds. Rebelling against his demi-god status, billionaire make-up mogul Toraos Stephanos fights to separate his personal life and the immortal world by swearing off demi-god girlfriends forever. Too bad his newest employee can't take the hint.

Though Nikki secretly pines for her smoking hot boss, no way will she jeopardize her job and independence professing her love to a guy so clearly out of her league. Too bad that leaves her with only imagining him naked and thinking evil thoughts about the new girl.

After a single bottle of Ambrosia and one night of passion... Nikki finally thinks she has a chance with the man of her dreams. But the next morning, Tor pretends like nothing happened, leaving Nikki with an emerging drive for combat—after all, turns out she is the daughter of Ares and she's about to make her mama proud.

All is fair in love and war... and Nikki's not about to let anyone forget it.


Excerpt from Suddenly Beautiful

Okay, something was definitely wrong. His hand stopped pushing her along and began a tiny stroking motion against her waist, and a tremor of pleasure skated through her. She struggled to wrap her mind around the fact that Toraos Stephanos was jealous, which meant he must be interested in her. Wait, did it mean he was interested, or just being an overly possessive boss who was afraid of losing his underpaid, overly fervent assistant?
 

 

He stumbled and fell against her. Whether on purpose or accident, the hand on her waist made a bold move upward to her breast.

 

“Whoa there.” Her reaction was swift but futile. The man was strong and his hand determined. A zing of desire shot through her when his fingers found her nipple through her jacket. “We—uhhh.” His thumb pressed against her, drawing her to a tight peak. What had she been going to say? With Herculean effort, she pushed his hand down to rest at her waist. He stumbled again. “Are you drunk?”

 

 

He mumbled something she couldn’t understand into her hair. Of course he was drunk. He'd just fondled his assistant. To prevent him from falling, she wrapped her arm around his hips. If she could get him into his private elevator and upstairs, he should be okay.

 

 

“We’re almost there.”

 

 

“Your hair smells good.” He nuzzled her ear and sniffed. “Like rain and sunshine.”

 

 

“Well, I did just switch shampoos.”

 

 

This night had shot from a four to a seven on her bizarre meter. He was so close and felt entirely too good pressed against her.

 

 

She tilted her head away from him, trying to dislodge his face from her hair, but he stuck to her like Velcro. As they stopped in front of the elevator, she had to lean into him in order to press the button, which brought them face-to-face.

 

 

Eyes the color of toffee peered back at her. Oh man, he was so gorgeous he scattered her thoughts.
 

Her finger flailed against the cool metal plate until she found the 'up' button. She punched the up arrow but didn’t lower her hand because he stroked her arm. She should protest but that would require coherent thought and the ability to form sentences.
 

 

 

His fingers slid from her wrist, along her forearm, and under her elbow, sending tingles rippling across her shoulders. Her breath hitched as her arm hovered in the air, afraid if she moved he’d stop touching her. His gaze caressed her face and heat blossomed up her neck. Was he going to kiss her? He looked like he was going to kiss her. He shouldn’t kiss her. Please God, let him kiss me.

 

 

Her conscience shouted, “He’s your boss! And he might possibly be liquored up!” from somewhere in the back of her mind. Screw that. Toreas Stephanos was feeling her up finally and she was totally going with it. With a mental kick, she slammed the door on her pesky scruples.

 

 

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open just as he leaned in. Instead of giving her the much-anticipated kiss, Tor wrapped his hands around her arms and backed her into the confined space. His eyes never left hers and his mouth teased, lingering an inch from her lips.

 

 

But he didn’t kiss her. Damn him.

 

 

He crowded her into the elevator until she bumped against the back wall. The sleek handrail that ran around three sides of the car pressed into her back. The entire length of his torso lay against her, and she could feel every curve, every dip…and every bulge of his body. Even she couldn’t misread the message. He wanted her.

 

 

The doors shut, but the elevator didn’t move.

 

 

“I don’t have the spare keycard.” Her voice cracked. “Do you have yours?”

 

 

“It’s in my pocket.” A wicked smile spread across his mouth, and he placed a hand on either side of her head against the wall. “Find it.”

 

 

Nikki swallowed hard. “Umm no. ”

 

 

He tilted his head, his gaze drilling into hers. “Yes.”

 

 

Since the day Tor had interviewed her for the job, she’d dreamed about fondling his tight rear end, and now she’d been handed a grope all you want pass. But she really needed to resist the temptation. She shuddered to think what this morning after might look like, fairly certain it would include a pink slip for date raping her drunk boss. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

 

 

“I do.”

 

 

This was getting her nowhere. Without his cooperation, she wouldn’t be able to get him to the penthouse. No assistant should have to endure this much temptation. If she got him in bed—unmolested—she’d deserve a raise.

 

 

Her touch was tentative at first, like finally trying on the thousand-dollar pair of shoes in the store window she’d always admired but unsure if they’d be as awesome as she imagined. She needn’t have worried.

 

 

Her hands glided across the firm plains of his backside. Sweet baby Jesus, he was built. Her fingers itched to squeeze the tight cheeks and pull him against her, but she only just remembered she was searching for his security card. “You don’t have any back pockets.”

 

 

“Don’t I?” He ground his hips against her pelvis, and his voice rumbled against her chest. “You’d best check the front ones.”

 

 

This was not happening. Her super hot boss who'd never shown an ounce of interest in her before tonight was not urging her to feel up his merchandise in the company elevator. No way. But what if he was? What was she going to do about it? She needed to find his key card and get him to his suite of rooms upstairs, that's what. Clearly he had drunk more than she remembered, and they'd both be embarrassed in the morning.

 

 

Her hands slid along his hips and into the front pockets of his pants. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned forward, bending her elbows in order to wedge her fingers into the constricted compartments. The small space separating them shrunk. Their lips brushed but didn’t fully make contact.

 

 

His topaz gaze caught hers again and wouldn't let go. Silently they both weighed what was about to happen, his fist gripping her blouse and pulling her even closer.  

 

 

She dove deeper, kind of searching for the keycard, but mainly hoping for a gratuitous feel of his manhood, if she were being honest.

 

 

The man was pure perfection. Her hand bumped the rigid line of his erection, eliciting a low growl from him, and all thoughts of resisting morphed in an all-consuming need she couldn't fight any longer. She schooled the impulse to wrap her leg around his waist and grind like a teenager at prom. If they were going to do this, and by now she'd pretty much decided to hell with her job—she wanted this man more than her next breath—and she didn’t want to be interrupted. With a mental shake, she swept her hands along the inside of his pockets.

 

 

“There’s no key in your front pockets either,” she whispered against his mouth.

 

 

He leaned back a fraction, removing his creeping hand from her ribs, and extracted the card from the breast pocket of his jacket. “Oh, here it is.”

 

 

Her gaze narrowed. “You knew it was there all the time.”

 

 

Without denying her accusation, he twisted to swipe the card along the security pad and pressed P. The only time she’d ever been to his penthouse was to drop off dry cleaning or files that needed to be signed. The visits had been brief, and she’d always been alone. Not this time.

 

 

The elevator hummed and eased upward. He faced her, their eyes locking. This was it, the moment she’d been dreaming about since the day she’d met Toraos Stephanos.

 

 

The million reasons why she shouldn’t make out with her boss now the furthest thought from her mind. Screw it all. She'd start combing the want ads in the morning, but tonight she was going to finally find out what it meant to be fucked by a god.

 

 

And right now she wanted that kiss. She rose onto her tiptoes to meet his lips halfway.

 

 

Imagination had nothing on the real thing.

 

 

At first touch, electricity ignited through her body, crackling along her skin and making the hair on her arms tingle. She wasn’t sure, but she thought the recessed lights above flicked. Wow, it was like Mardi Gras in her mouth.

 

 

She gasped and his tongue swept in, effectively driving every sane thought from her head as an unbearable sweetness coated her tongue. No wonder Demetria hadn’t wanted to share the wine from the golden bottle; it made the red she and Creed had been drinking taste like vinegar.

 

 

A euphoric haze stole through her mind, lighting every nerve in her body. It was as if Tor had morphed into one of those Hindu gods with all those arms. His hands were everywhere, God bless him, fondling her breasts, stroking her back, and massaging her butt, seemingly all at the same time.

 

 

She gripped his ass and pulled him against her. When that wasn’t satisfying enough, she attempted a leg wrap, but the confining material of her skirt halted her vigorous attack, snapping her leg back down. Damn her sensible work clothes.

 

 

Tor broke their kiss and twisted, smashing the emergency stop button with his fist. The elevator lurched to a halt, throwing Nikki against him. His fingers pulled at the pins in her hair and loosened the tight bun. She gave a little shake of her head, sending the straight tresses cascading over her shoulders.

 

 

Next, Tor’s exploration moved to the buttons of her jacket, pulling until it fell open to expose her clinging camisole to his touch. Cool air from the vent swept around her but was instantly warmed by the heat of his body.

 

 

She knew she should stop this—they were making out in the company elevator. There might even be security cameras in here. But then he kissed her and all coherent thoughts of propriety and modesty evaporated like a fog on a warm summer morning. She couldn't care less right now if this moment ended up on YouTube tomorrow. Maybe she'd become an internet sensation: How To Screw Your Boss Into Delirium. Totally worth it.

 

 

His hands glided up her waist, over her breasts, and along her shoulders to push the jacket off. The coat dropped to the floor, and she gave it a quick kick into the corner. His lips found hers again, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She threaded her fingers through the strands of his thick hair, relishing the silkiness.

 

 

His sensual attack traveled downward, along her neck and collarbone. Moist kisses were followed by the tickle of breath brushing against her sensitive skin. He traced the top of her green camisole with his fingertips.

 

 

“I’ve always wondered what you hid under those proper jackets.” His finger hooked he thin strap and pulled it over her shoulder to expose one of the bright-green lace cups of her push-up bra. “Ah, more layers.”

 

 

“Really? You’ve always wondered?” She brushed the hair away from his face so she could watch his movements. “Because you never seemed interested before tonight.”

 

 

“Then I was a fool.” He laid several kisses along the swell of her breast before dipping his fingers beneath the delicate material to pull it down and expose her nipple. “That’s what I’ve been looking for.”

 

 

“Are you sure you haven’t drunk too much? Maybe your wine was stronger than mine.”

 

 

He didn’t answer, only gave her a low moan of satisfaction.

 

 

Her breathing became labored, and her back arched toward him, needing to feel his lips on her body. The moist drag of his tongue rasped across her nipple. She watched him pull back and blow, the pink bud tightening into a painful nub, and a surge of desire spiraled to her core.

 

 

He lowered his head again, drawing her nipple into his mouth. A moan mixed with panting escaped her. When his hand drifted to remove the other shoulder strap, she reached over and practically ripped the camisole off.

 

 

“Too slow,” she panted. Her head lolled against the smooth panel of the back wall and her eyes closed.

 

 

A low chuckle escaped his throat as he continued his assault. With each tug of his mouth, a delicious ache surged between her legs. His lips traveled to the other breast, pulling away the lace and laving her nipple with equal attention. She tightened the grip on his hair, guiding him, demanding more. He complied. “You taste like wine,” he said, his voice vibrating against her breast.

 

 

“It’s the wine I spilled.”

 

 

“I like it.”

 

After several minutes of mindless bliss from his mouth, Tor knelt to caress her calves, his fingers drifting up and under her skirt and gathering the material. His gaze captured hers, burning into her. The beat of her heart quickened. He had a way of making her feel like the sexiest woman on earth right now. All of this was almost too good to believe—though she'd dreamed of it a million times. 

 

 

"God, you smell good." He nuzzled against her stomach, drawing in a deep breath. "I need you—need to touch all of you, Nikki."

 

 

Fine with her—no, not fine, but then he touched her again. She couldn't have brought herself to stop him if she'd wanted to—which she didn't. The skirt hitched around her upper thighs and she was suddenly very happy all her comfy cotton panties had been in the laundry.

 

 

Tor leaned in and kissed her inner thigh. She brushed the hair away from his face so she could see every sweet thing he did to her. His tongue swept upward, drawing gloriously close to where she wanted him to focus his attention. She shifted and widened her stance—just in case they had the same idea.

 

 

His fingers stroked up the back of her thighs and around the inside to lightly brush the junction between her legs. Sweet mother of pearl, she was ready to jump out of her skin. The worry of later consequences ghosted through her mind, but when Tor’s hands slid over her rear end and hooked his fingers at the waistband of her lacy undies to drag them down, the worries vanished. The garment pooled around her ankles and she kicked it free, adding it to her jacket in the corner.

 

 

She grabbed the hem of her skirt and hauled it upward, allowing Tor free rein, and he gave her the most satisfied smile she’d ever seen on a man, before turning his attention back to her heat.

 

 

With the lightest touch, he brushed his fingers along her sensitive flesh. Shivers vibrated along her thighs. Again he stroked her, this time a little harder. His finger brushed her clit, making her jump. His hands caressed the front of her thighs, his thumbs massaging inward, opening her to his touch. She let her knees widen, giving him better access. Tension seized her body as she waited for that glorious sensation—the first swipe of his hot tongue.

 

 

He leaned in, burying his face against her…and licked.

 

 

“Tor.” His name hissed from her lips. No other words would come.

 

 

He turned slightly and slid his shoulder between her legs, lifting her thigh to nestle more firmly against him. His tongue flicked, and she thought her knees were going to buckle from the exquisite sensation racing through her. Her hips thrust against his mouth, and a low moan rumbled from him, the strokes of his tongue increasing in pressure and speed. His hands kneaded her ass, pulling her close, drinking her in.

 

 

Unable to help herself, she twined her fingers through his hair to hold him against her. Spikes of pleasure spiraled, drawing out the heated ache growing between her legs. She gyrated against his mouth as his tongue flicked her clit and then drove deep into her. Tiny whimpers huffed from her with each thrust of her hips. She hovered, needing the release that held her at the edge of ecstasy.

 

 

 Two fingers dove inside her as his tongue flicked and dragged, working her until she thought she’d shatter. She gasped and pressed forward, riding his mouth while one of his hands held her ass, firmly moving her back and forth along his tongue, and the other expertly pumping his fingers inside her, drawing out the exquisite torture.

 

 

Finally, he offered her release. Focusing on her clit, he licked and sucked until every nerve in her body quivered and exploded with a shout of ecstasy. The bones in her legs seemed to melt, making it nearly impossible to stand—or speak. Beads of sweat slid between her breasts and disappeared into her bra. Heavy pants were all she could form.

 

 

 About Boone:

As a multi-published and an award winning author, Boone's writing drips with experiences from real life. Addicted to anything that might make a good story, she weaves tales that range from dark fantasy to humorous romance. Settled in the icy regions of Alaska with the love of her life and twin daughters, it's not uncommon to find her tapping away on her iPad on a windy beach or the barren tundra. Be warned, anyone and everything is fodder for one of Boone's novels.

 

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The Adventures of Wonderslut, Installment Twenty-Two

When we last left Wonderslut and the Piston, they were about to enjoy some of Ma's biscuits and gravy, having met Ma's challenge to sexually satisfy all five of Ma's "girls."  One question still hung in the air as they chowed down.


Whatever else you might say about Ma, she sure could cook.  Felicity could hardly shovel the food into her mouth fast enough.  Jason sat with a huge plate of biscuits smothered in gravy, his fork flying.  True country fare, the biscuits were as fluffy as clouds, and the gravy was made with pan drippings from copious amounts of homemade sausage, crumbled and browned.  You might have put pure cholesterol into an IV and dripped it directly into their veins.  But man, oh man, did it taste good, and after that workout, they'd earned it.

The "girls" had also clustered around the table for their own meal.  They'd put their nighties back on, but feminine pulchritude was on display everywhere.  The estrogen flowed like honey, congealing the entire gathering into giggles and oooh-aaahs of satisfaction.  Arms draped over Jason, and breasts rubbed up against his arms, but he kept his face down and went right on eating.  He might be a guy, but he wasn't stupid.

Felicity came up for air long enough to wipe her napkin over her face and take a swig of coffee.  "Ma, this is great.  Do you all eat like this everyday?"

"Pretty much," Ma answered.  "Wait until you try my fried chicken."

Felicity held up a hand.  "Thanks, but I'm stuffed."

"Oh, I didn't mean right now, honey," Ma said.  "It's only daybreak.  We'll have chicken for dinner."

Jason's eyes twinkled.  With the promise of fried chicken and all the adoring females around him, he must have figured he'd landed in heaven.  Too bad for him they couldn't stay.

"That's sweet of you to invite us, but we'd better be going," Felicity said.

"You don't want to leave us," Ma said.  "Trust me on that."

Ma's expression widened into the smile of a cat that had just eaten the canary and washed it down with some liver pate and caviar.  Clearly, Ma had left something out of her story.

"We did everything you demanded," Felicity said.  "We satisfied all your girls."

"That you did.  Done a right fine job of it, too."  Ma's grin didn't diminish in the least.

Okaaaaay, this was starting to get weird.  "We can go then, right?"

"Y'always could.  I ain't got no cartridges in this shotgun."  To emphasize the point, Ma broke the gun open, and no ammunition fell out.  The girls found that funny and broke into more giggles.

Jason straightened, obviously finally figuring out more was going on here than great sex and high calorie food.  "You mean we did all that for nothing?

"Well, now, I wouldn't say that.  You had fun with my girls, and I'm feeding you good," Ma said.

SueEsther brushed her huge boobs against Jason's arm and ran the tip of her finger around his ear.  "We had fun, didn't we, sugarplum?"

"You bet we did."  MinniePat leaned into his other side.  "Right, lambchop?"

The two hovered over Jason as if they were ready for seconds.  George just rolled her eyes, even though she'd had her own go at him only moments before.

"It was my honor and pleasure, ladies," he said.  "But Wonderslut and I have work to do."

"We are free to go, aren't we?" Felicity said.

"If you want," Ma said.

Before Felicity had a chance to make sense of that remark, the front door opened, letting in a few rays of early morning light.  A man entered.

"Ma," he called.  "I'm home."

He went to the kitchen counter, plopped a couple of biscuits down on a plate, and slathered them with gravy from the pan on the stove.  He stopped by Ma long enough to plant an innocent peck on her cheek before taking a seat at the table and diving into his food.

"Harry," the girls cooed.  Pearlene and RayAnne moved to him, lavishing him with their attentions.  SueEsther remained with Jason, her breasts still plastered up against him.

"Who's he?" Felicity asked.  He clearly wasn't one of Ma's children unless the girls took love of family to a pretty kinky level.

"He's our very first visitor," Ma said.  "How long has it been, Harry?"

Harry stopped chewing long enough to furrow his brow in thought.  "Must be over a year now."

Whoa.  Wait a minute.  A sinking feeling settled into Felicity's stomach.  "Did you get Harry the same way you got us?"

"A-yep," Ma answered.

"And he's been here over a year?" Jason asked.

"Best food on the planet."  Harry lifted his fork in a toast.  "Once you've eaten at Ma's, you don't want to go anywhere else."

"I put something special in it so my visitors don't want to leave."

Felicity studied Harry a bit more closely.  He was dressed in ordinary enough clothes - khaki slacks and casual shirt.  He'd appeared normal, too, but now, she could detect a certain glassiness in his gaze and a loose smile that suggested intoxication.  She took a sniff of her own food and didn't detect anything off, but drugs didn't normally smell.

Ma cackled.  "You figured it out."

"You doctored this," Felicity said.

"A few herbs from the woods and a special kind of moss."  Ma grinned her grin again.  "My own ma was a witchy woman and taught me."

Jason had attacked his food again, and Felicity slapped him on the arm.  "Stop that."

He glanced up, and his own eyes had glazed over.  "Huh?"

"It's drugged."  It was pointless to stop him now.  He'd done everything but lick his plate clean, and she'd demolished a lot of biscuits and gravy herself.  The room grew a bit fuzzy in the corners, and Felicity's muscles relaxed.  Whatever Ma had put in the food had gotten to her, too.  And if she wasn't mistaken, Ma might have added a bit of aphrodisiac in there.  Yes, her pussy got a very distinct and insistent tingle.  Oh, great.

All of a sudden, Harry started to look good.  He had brown eyes sloped downward at the corners.  Sad eyes.  Bedroom eyes.  The kind that made you want to put his head on your shoulder and say "There, there" about a dozen times until he got the message and snuggled up nice and close.

She put her elbow on the table in his direction and rested her chin in her hand.  "Say, Harry, what line of work are you in?"

He gave her a lazy smile.  "Truck bed lining."

"Isn't that interesting," she said.  "So you work on pick-up trucks."

"Sure do," he said.  "You got to protect the bed.  You don't want a lot of freight shifting around in the back and damaging your truck."

Felicity had had some weight sliding around in her back, but then she'd started working out.  There was still some weight there, but it was tight enough to bounce a quarter off.

"But you come back here to visit Ma and her girls."

"Whatever chance I get," Harry answered.

"Maybe you'd like a woman for a change," Felicity said.  "Maybe you'd like Wonderslut."

Harry's eyes widened, and if ears could truly perk, his did.  "You're Wonderslut?"

"The one and only."

He took in her clothing...the now very rumpled and maybe a bit torn French maid's costume.  "That's not how Wonderslut dresses."

"My usual clothes are in the Slutmobile," she said.  "You passed it on the way in."

He whistled between his teeth.  "Hot damn.  That really was a Maserati?”

“Sure was.  Want to take a ride?”  She wiggled her eyebrows at him to make sure he understood what kind of ride she was talking about.

“Uh, Felicity?” Jason said from somewhere behind her.  “Shouldn’t we be going?”

“Eat some more gravy,” she said without taking her eyes off Harry.

“But you told me to stop.”

“Since when do you do what I tell you?” she said.  “And diddle SueEsther a bit.  That’ll keep you busy.”

Based on the giggles that came from that direction, SueEsther liked that idea.  A lot.

Felicity rose and held her hand out to Harry.  "Let's go outside, and you can tell me about lining my bed."

Harry squeezed her fingers in his and stood.  "Maseratis don't have beds."

"I wouldn't count on that."

Ma cackled again as they left the shack.  A few minutes and several forkfuls of Ma's cooking earlier that would have sounded threatening.  But Ma was a sweet, old thing when you got to know her.  Or something like that.

Felicity led Harry to the Slutmobile, and he let out a low whistle of approval.  "Nice paint job."

"Thanks.  I had it done to match my nails."  Of course, her manicure had taken a beating with all the messing around she'd been doing.

"A couple of your tires could use some air."

"Would you inflate my tires?"  She put her arms around Harry's neck and pressed her body against him everywhere.  "I'd really like it if you'd blow them all up."

With the right inflection, you could make everything sound dirty.  In a minute, she'd be talking about manifolds and cam shafts and making herself purr like the Maserati's fine engine.

"Or maybe I could blow you, instead," she said.

If Harry's eyes had been glazed before, they nearly crossed with pleasure at the prospect of some oral sex and from Wonderslut, no less.  So, he didn't hesitate when she opened the door to the passenger side of the Slutmobile...she wasn't about to work with the steering wheel pressing into her back...but slid right on in.  With Jason's long legs, the seat was all the way back, and she managed to climb in on top of him.

Okay, now this was going to present a challenge because, although she was sitting nicely on top of him with her boobs pressed into his face, that was no good position for getting her face into his lap.  By slithering and squishing herself backward, she succeeded in fitting into the foot well.  Nice trick to remember if she ever needed to make herself invisible while out on a job, but she'd probably end up with a kink in her neck for her trouble.  At least, now Harry's pelvis lay right within her line of sight, and she could enjoy the outline of a very nice erection pressing against his slacks.

When she unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, he let out a low groan of pleasure.  Very gratifying.  When she circled the head with her tongue, he sighed and rested his head back, closing his eyes.  When she slid her lips along his shaft, taking most of his hardness into her mouth, he sucked in a breath.

"Shit, you're good," he said as he rested his hand on the top of her head.

She gave his hard-on a good loving.  Ma’s witchy weeds had real magic in them, because he swelled even larger as she worked.  An effect almost as large as she could have managed with her Slutray.  As soon as her mind cleared, she’d have to have a talk with Ma and find out where she could get some of that moss.

But back to the matter at hand.  Harry’s pretty and, by now, pretty large erection.  In the light of early morning, it had turned the livid color of near-climax.  If she was going to get any benefit out of this “ride,” she’d better use his gear shift for a joy stick and send them both into high gear.

The crotch-less-ness of the maid’s costume came in handy as Felicity unschrunched herself out of the foot well.  Her thighs trembled, and not from passion but from the effort of getting herself into that position and back out.  Her back rebelled when she tried to straighten, but eventually, she rose over the seat and Harry.  Now, she could finally spread her legs and lowered herself onto his erection.  Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah.  Oh, yeah!

Will Felicity finally satisfy her cravings long enough to collect Jason and get back to the Slutgrotto?  Or will our two heroes find themselves in a constant cycle of Ma’s cooking and sex?  Would that be a bad thing?

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Weekend lagniappe - excerpt from Time Pirate by Alice Gaines

Here's a scene from my story from Changeling Press.  Time Pirate is an MMF romantic romance novella.

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Jax propped herself on her elbow and memorized the features of Kyre’s face.  If that orgasm had been anywhere near as good as hers, he’d remain out for a while and wouldn’t catch her staring at him.

Assuming Barton confirmed his history, he’d earned the job on her ship, although she wouldn’t tell him that until after he’d fucked her completely.  He ate her pussy than anyone she’d ever had, including Marc, and he had an amazing tool - thick and beautiful with a head big enough to stretch her wide as it entered her.  If he didn’t perform in the stamina department, Marc could make up for that.  She’d have two men, after all.  Together, they could screw her until she couldn’t see straight.  Yeah, he was hired.

She let him rest for a couple of minutes while she studied him in better light than she’d had in the bar.  Her earlier impressions had been right.  The angularity of his face - the rigid bone structure - kept him from pretty-boy good looks, but he had his own beauty.  Anyone could pick him out of a crowd and end up fascinated by his features.  She wouldn’t at all mind seeing him on her ship, sleep-cycle to sleep-cycle.
Now to see if he really could perform again.  After all, no matter how good he’d made her first orgasm, having a ride on his big beauty would make the fuck complete.  She reached down to his package and discovered that his cock hadn’t completely softened.  As she stroked him, the shaft thickened and grew longer.  Promising.

Still wet from the oral sex, her pussy released more moisture, readying itself for the invasion of his sex into hers.  Her clit throbbed softly as a reminder that she wanted more.  She wouldn’t be satisfied until someone pinned her to the bed with a big, hard one.  If not Kyre now, then Kyre later, or Marc when they got back to the ship.

He opened his eyes and gave her a wicked grin.  The expression softened his features and, as much as his hardening cock ought to command her attention, she couldn’t look away from the deep blue of his eyes.

“Found what you’re looking for?” he asked.

“Could be.  What do you think?”

“I think you’re going to make me hard again.”

“Hard enough to fuck me?” she asked.

“That’s what I promised.”

Yeah, he had.  The effect of the ‘rag.  She would have tried to buy some if she’d realized it could get her sex this good.

“I like a man who keeps his promises.”  She kept stroking him as he stiffened in her hand.

Stretching, he put his hands behind his head and groaned.  “That feels almost as good as your mouth.”

“Got you off pretty good, huh?”

“Amazing,” he said.  “I have the feeling your pussy will be even better.”

“It’s wet already.”  And man, was it ever.  Despite her earlier climax, the lust from the ‘rag hadn’t nearly worn off.  She was going to need a man soon, and not just his mouth.  If she knew anything about male anatomy, she wouldn’t have to look any farther than the man lying next to her.

“Tell me what your pussy wants,” he said.

“A big, fat cock, making me stretch to let him in.”

“I could be that big,” he said.

“I’m going to make sure you are.”

Now fully erect, the vein on the underside pulsing against her palm, his rod could make her come again.  Before she finished stroking him, she circled her thumb around the ridge that defined the head.  When another drop of fluid emerged from the tip, she smoothed it into his skin.  “You’re ready.”
He held out his arms.  “Come aboard, captain.”

Rising, she swung a leg over him and parted the lips of her pussy.  With the other hand, she steadied his cock and guided the head toward her opening.  For a moment, she paused, his tip just grazing the aching flesh of her pussy.  Savoring, anticipating, drawing the moment out.  That could only go on for so long, though, so she lowered herself onto him.

She’d been right about his size.  He did present a challenge…one she happily accepted as she adjusted to his bulk and slid down his pole.  When she reached his root and had taken all of him, she sat there, registering the sensations.  His sex possessed hers completely.  So deep, so hard.  When she climaxed again, she’d have this tool inside her to absorb the shocks.  If he came as hard as he had the last time, she’d feel the release of his semen, hot and urgent, inside her.

Since he didn’t seem in any rush, she took over, resting her palms on his chest so she could move upwards and then back down.  The glide and friction felt so good, she bit her lip and continued.  He got into the act by putting his hands on her hips to help guide her.  Soon, they’d found each other’s rhythm so that his pelvis rose to meet hers on the downswing.

Sounds of ragged breathing filled the room - hers and his.  Arousal formed a cloud around her, blocking out everything but the pressure inside her pussy and the increasing tension in her belly.  Her clit surged to life, although it never had gone back to quiet.  If she angled for just the right fit together, his pelvic bone could hit her clit on every pass.

Now rocking forward and back, Jax increased the contact, and soon, the heat returned to circle around her brain and turn her into a grasping, demanding creature.  She rode him hard, until sweat slicked his body and beaded on his brow.  He watched her the whole time, his gaze giving nothing away.  At that moment, he had to know that he owned her, that she required the fucking he offered, and would do anything to get it.

He made no demands but continued giving her pleasure, his hips moving to embed himself more fully.  “Do you want me to touch you?”

Touch.  She knew the meaning of the word, but nothing penetrated the fog of arousal clouding her brain.

“Do you want me to touch your clit?” he said.

“God, yes.”

“I can rub it and make you come,” he said.  “Would you like that?”

“Please.”  She could have done it herself, but how much better to have him see to her every need.  The bundle of nerves in question was throbbing and ready to push her over the edge.  All it needed was…oh, God, yes that.

Without slowing the rhythm of his thrusts, he found her clit at the point just above where he entered her.  He flicked his fingertip over it, setting off explosions that traveled along her nerves to the rest of her body.  Her breasts grew ultra-sensitive, and she cupped them, tugging at the nipples.  She forgot how to breath, the pleasure was that intense.  How long could he draw this out before she came?  How much could she take before she shattered?

Still, he continued, showing no mercy, while his cock stroked the walls of her pussy and his fingers played her clit like an instrument.  Clutching her breasts and squeezing, she tipped back her head and let out a low moan that built as the orgasm claimed her.  Though she tried to hold it off for just another second of this heaven, in the end, she had no power to stop it.

Her pussy tightened around him as her whole body shuddered.  Then came the spasms, starting at the entrance to her womb and coursing down his length.  She climaxed with every cell and fiber of her body.
Before she’d finished, he let out a roar and rolled her onto her back, his cock never leaving her body.  Raising himself up on his arms, his fists on either side of her, he ploughed into her as if a demon rode him.  Suddenly, her orgasm was his, as he released his lust into her.  Their shouts rose toward the ceiling together until they’d both finished and they collapsed into a pile of flesh.

As her heart slowed and his harsh breathing heated her ear, she stroked his shoulders and then his face.  “You definitely have the job.”

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