A brand new smoking hot erotic romance is here from Marie Force—the author’s first standalone release in five years—and I have a very steamy excerpt for you. Enjoy!
As Blake’s tongue explores the dark recesses of my mouth, his fingers tease the cleft of my ass, tugging lightly on the strip of my thong. The push and pull of my panties has my clit standing up, straining for contact.
I work my leg between his, riding his thigh and seeking relief.
Blake breaks the kiss and buries his face in the curve of my neck. He has my full attention when his finger slides between my ass cheeks to press against my anus. “Has anyone ever taken you here, darlin’?”
I’ve never been particularly interested in anal sex, nor have my previous lovers, thankfully. Overwhelmed by the idea of doing it with him—and The Cock—I shake my head.
“I want to be your first.”
I tremble from head to toe at the thought of taking his huge cock there.
Once again reading my thoughts, he says, “I could make it so good for you.” His finger teases its way past my resistance, aided by the juices from my pussy, breaching the tight ring of muscle. “So, so good.”
I gasp at the foreign sensation of being filled there, and moan when he suddenly withdraws. “I need to do this right.”
Before I’ve had a chance to gauge his intentions or ask him what he wants to do right, he’s on his knees, tugging my thong off and tossing it over his shoulder. He arranges my legs on either side of him, pushing until they’re so far apart, my hips ache from the effort to keep them there.
“That’s it.” He runs his hands over my inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin there. “Keep them as far apart as you can.” Flopping onto his belly, he drags his tongue over one quivering thigh and then the other. “Hold your lips open,” he says, his breath a whisper from my most sensitive flesh. “I need my hands.”
Mortified by his request, I feel heat scorch my breasts and face as I comply with his directions. My fingers slide over slippery skin as I hold open my labia for his inspection.
“Gorgeous,” he says, blowing a stream of air directly against my clit.
I hold back the urge to scream as he nearly makes me come from that alone.
“Don’t hold back. If you want to scream, scream. No one will hear you but me.”
God, I’ll never be able to look at him again after this night, but at least I’ll know what all the hoopla is about, and we haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.
He startles me with the first stroke of his tongue.
“Don’t let go,” he says. “Hold that pretty pussy open for me.” The second stroke is no less surprising or stirring as he twirls the tip of his tongue around my clit before encircling it with his lips and tugging lightly. He pushes a finger into my slick channel, curling it up to find a spot no one has ever touched before.
I can’t contain the scream as I push against his face and finger.
Adding a second finger, he moves in and out as his tongue and lips focus on my clit. His free hand wraps around my left leg to keep me open wide for him. He continues the dual assault until I’m hit with a second orgasm that’s even more powerful than the first.
I’m still coming when he pulls his fingers free of my pussy, leans over me to reach for the bottle on the table, and then pushes a finger into my anus, his entry aided by the cool lubricant he rubbed on his finger. The stroke of his finger sets off another wave of orgasm that makes me see stars. I had no idea I was so sensitive there, and the discovery, on top of all the others, leaves me clinging to what remains of the person I was before I stepped into Blake Dempsey’s bedroom.
I come back down to find his tongue lapping up my juices and his finger still buried deep in my ass.
He releases my leg and reaches up to pinch my nipple lightly but insistently. “So, so hot, Honey Carmichael. Why’d you wait so long to come to me?” Pushing his finger farther into my ass, he sucks on my clit and sets off a series of small explosions that make my legs quiver and my breath catch. I’ve never come so much in my life, even with my trusty vibrator.
Right when I’m about to beg him to stop, he suddenly withdraws from me, leaving me a sweating, quivering mess on the bed while he once again retires to the bathroom to clean up.
When he returns, my gaze is drawn to his cock, which stands up tall and proud against his belly, so hard it’s purple and slick at the top.
He crawls up on the bed between my legs and settles himself on top of me, holding most of his weight on his elbows. Brushing the hair back off my face, he looks down at me as if taking inventory. “Hi there.”
“Hi.” I’m still breathing harder than usual and trying to figure out where I should look. If I meet his gaze, I’m afraid I’ll give too much away about how completely he’s undone me. Remembering Lauren’s warning, I’m determined to hold something back. If I give him everything, I’ll regret it.
“Look at me.”
Trust him not to allow me to hold anything back. I flip my eyes up to make contact with his startlingly blue gaze.
“Are you okay?”
I nod even as I feel the damnable blush flooding my cheeks.
He kisses them both and then my nose and finally my lips. “Ready for the main event?”
I have to look away. “I hope so.”
“Are you scared, Honey?”
I bite my lip and nod. “A little.”
“I’d never hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”
“You used to pinch me,” I say, seeking to lighten the moment.
“That was a long time ago.” More kisses and the insistent throb of his cock against my belly. “I’d never hurt you now, or do anything you don’t want as much as I do.”
“Do you want me?”
“So bad.” He presses his hips tighter against me. “Can’t you feel how bad?”
“Yes.” My hands move restlessly on his back, heading to his ass as if drawn by a magnetic pull.
His groan is nearly inhuman. “I can’t wait anymore, Honey. I’m going to explode all over you if we don’t hurry up.” He starts to get up, forcing me to release him. Sitting on the side of the bed, he rolls on a condom.
The XL printed on the wrapper that falls on the bed has me swallowing convulsively.
“Stop thinking. I can hear you thinking.”
“I’m not thinking.” I’m surprised again by how he seems to get me. No one has ever been able to read me quite so intuitively, and it’s unnerving to realize this man I’ve known all my life might be the only one who can. Stop. Don’t go there. This is one night and one night only. Enjoy every second, but don’t get carried away thinking it’s something it’ll never be.
Shifting back into position between my legs, he kisses my lips softly and sweetly—so softly and so sweetly, it’s hard to remember that I’m not allowed to get carried away.
My hard, throbbing nipples rub against his chest hair as his cock settles into the V of my legs. I can’t stop the near-sob that erupts from my chest, belying my bravado.
“Relax, darlin’,” he whispers as he kisses my face and neck. “I promise I won’t hurt you.” He takes himself in hand and runs the tip of his cock from the well of my pussy to my pulsing clit, pausing there to press and retreat several times. The third time he retreats, he pushes the head against my tender opening and thrusts his hips gently.
My first impulse is to tense up.
“Easy for you to say,” I say on a grunt. “You’re not the one being invaded.”
His soft chuckle rumbles through him. “It’ll be good, darlin’. Just relax and let me in.”