I am super excited to bring you this excerpt from returning Black Light author, Renee Rose. She really brought her A game to Celebrity Roulette and I really want you to read the rest because it is a really good story. Join us in the Romance Readers Recommend Facebook group for a party at 8p Eastern to win prizes and read even more excerpts! * * *
Guarded
How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush?
Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.
We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.
Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!
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He starts with a leather paddle, light and slappy, a great warm-up tool.
Yes, this man definitely knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t hold back. It’s not too much–the leather slapper is forgiving, but he’s certainly not one of those doms who fears I can’t take it. My whole ass warms up under the slaps, which he concentrates on my sit spots. Every once and awhile he smacks the butt plug, driving it deeper inside me.
My body purrs as the heat builds, endorphins start to flow. And with the sense of well-being comes all the sexier memories of my former bodyguard. The time he answered his hotel door in nothing but a small towel around his waist. Lord, that body! Tattoos wrapped around solid muscle. He is a perfect specimen of manliness—a freaking stallion. I remember the time we got stuck in a throng outside a club in the Big Apple. I tripped but instead of falling, found myself swept up into his arms and carried like a princess out to the waiting car.It was hard not to swoon. He stops spanking and pumps the plug in and out of my ass. I am seconds from orgasming when he stops. I bet he knew that, too. He slaps between my legs. “You need to come, Red?” “Yes,” I moan, excited that he might let me. “Too bad.” Damn. “You won’t come until I give you permission.” Yeah, this man definitely has government-trained torture skills. Delicious. He runs a calloused hand over my twitching ass. “Redheads mark easily, don’t they?” I don’t answer because I assume the question is rhetorical. “I bet you’ll look good in stripes.” Excitement simultaneously zips up my spine and down my inner thighs. My toes curl in my platform heels. He slaps my pussy again, then gives my clit a far too short rub. I moan and wiggle my ass. He steps away and out of my periphery I watch him draw a cane from his bag. Oh shit.
* * * Isn’t that hot? I can’t wait for you to meet Lincoln and Scarlett! Just a few more days until Celebrity Roulette is live and THEN I can really hammer away at the rest of Inheritance. It is coming, lovelies, I swear!
USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky romance. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical, Sci-Fi and BDSM awards, Spanking Romance Reviews‘ Best Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite author, and was a finalist for The BDSM Writer’s Con Golden Flogger award. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top 100 Authors. Grab six free books for FREE here.
The next story I want to share from Black Light: Celebrity Roulette is by my bestest friend Livia Grant. She is the co-founder of our BDSM focused publishing company, Black Collar Press. She has taken a new approach with her story and readers are going to absolutely love it. Without wasting any more time, take a peek at ‘Switched’. * * *
Switched
How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush?
Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.
We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.
Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!
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“Hello, Piper. I was glad to see you’d signed up to play tonight as well. I was afraid I’d be the only really famous participant.”
It was a good thing she wasn’t prone to laughing easily or she would have probably made an ass of herself snickering at the boasting statement by the has-been Robert McCauley. He may have been the hottest leading man in a TV drama in his day, but she hated to tell him—his day was long gone. “Never fear, Robert. Looks like there’s a good showing here,” she nodded in the direction of the others including Scarlett A, the famous rock star and then to Ronan Bellington the hugely popular celebrity chef.
The much older man, with an obvious toupee, leaned in close enough that she caught a whiff of his stale breath, luckily overpowered by his Old Spice aftershave. “Well, they aren’t of our caliber now, are they?”
The asshole was bold enough to reach out and touch her arm with an intimacy he didn’t deserve.
This. Right here. It was just one of the many reasons why she had taken her sexuality into her own hands years before. Piper took a deep breath, reminding herself that he wasn’t one of her submissives. As much as she’d like to, she probably shouldn’t grab her crop and whip his offending hand.
Showing restraint, she reached and clamped her hand over his, squeezing hard enough to turn his sleazy smile into hilarious open-mouth shock. Not wanting to make a scene, she leaned in close to talk intimately against his ear. “You seem to have forgotten that I am not Piper Kole tonight. My name is Mistress Ice and I don’t recall giving you permission to touch me, Robert.”
* * * Doesn’t Piper sound badass? She has definitely earned her title of Ice Queen and I can’t wait for you to read more.
USA Today bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and two sons… one a young man, the other a furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won’t be able to put down. Livia’s fans appreciate her deep, character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance… well, almost.
It’s commiiinnnggggg!!!! That’s right, lovelies! Yesterday was the cover reveal for CELEBRITY ROULETTE and I can’t wait to share these amazing stories with you all. Pink is the new blue for season 3, lovelies! GET READY!! I am going to flood the blog with excerpts of the stories in Celebrity Roulette, so I hope you are excited.
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Hooked
How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush?
Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.
We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.
Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!
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Excerpt
Humor flashed in his eyes, a slight crinkling at the corners before he nodded. “I think I understand.” His thumb stroked up and down the column of her throat, but his grip never tightened, there was just a little more… pressure. “You think because you’re in the ballet that you’re somehow less than the other celebrities involved in the auction?”
“Well, they’re actual celebrities, so… there’s that.” A quiet laugh almost escaped her lips, but then his grip really did tighten. Higher on her throat now, just under her jaw, and he used the hold to tilt her head back again until his face filled her view.
“Let me add on to your friend’s requirements. While we’re playing tonight, you won’t refer to ballet, or yourself, in a negative way or you’ll earn a punishment, and it will be one you don’t enjoy. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, practically breathless, but that had a lot less to do with his relatively gentle hold on her throat and a lot more to do with the arousal currently buzzing through her bloodstream and concentrating the pulse between her thighs.
“Wonderful.” He removed his hand and smiled again. “Thank you for your trust.”
“Trust?” she echoed.
“Yes. Not every sub will let you touch their throat like that without proving yourself first, establishing the trust. I appreciate that you gave me that on faith alone. You trusted that I would keep you safe, and I swear that I will.” Wyatt’s smile changed a bit, widening into a grin that made him seem a lot less serious, more… playful. “That doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you, though. I admit that I’m looking forward to pulling some of those sweet cries from your lips myself.”
And, boom.
The pulse between her thighs turned into an all-out fire, which didn’t help the fact that she already felt too hot in the stifling room.
* * * With the last of the edits happening on the stories, this is going to be ready early enough we may actually be able to put it up for pre-order! Until then, add it to your TBR and stay tuned. I am bringing you ALL of the sexy excerpts.
Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dark romance. She’s been in the Amazon Top 50, and had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Horror, and more. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological story lines. Don’t worry though, she always insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after, because without the dark we’d never appreciate the light.
I have such good news, I am in the full swing of authorland. I am finally done with my story for Black Light: Celebrity Roulette and it am deep in edits of the other stories in the anthology. It releases on Feb 7 and I am super excited for everyone to read it because I am really happy with it so far.
For now though, I couldn’t let the day pass without bringing you an excerpt of the new release by my Nighthawk, Sara Fields. Take a peek at the finale of the Vakarran series which is STILL burning up the Amazon charts!
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Subdued
They hunted her. They caught her. Now they will subdue her.
The resistance sent them, but that’s not really why these four battle-hardened Vakarrans are here.
They came for me. To conquer me. To master me. To ravage me. To strip me bare, punish me for the slightest hint of defiance, and use my quivering virgin body in ways far beyond anything in even the very darkest of my dreams, until I’ve been utterly, completely, and shamefully subdued.
I vow never to beg for mercy, but I can’t help wondering how long it will be until I beg for more.
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“Bare yourself for me, now,” Zane said softly, the command in his voice ringing deep in my bones. I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed softly, allowing my hands to drift down. I opened them again and gripped the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it up. Zane was there with me, helping to guide the fabric over my head. He didn’t rush me, only calmly assisted as I stripped before him.
He gently pulled off my boots and then my socks, leaving me standing on the soft mossy underbrush beneath my feet. Next, we took off my pants together. Standing in only my bra and panties, I shivered. I saw a look of appreciation cross his features. He wanted me too.
His thumb drifted across my skin then.
“Your skin is so pale and beautiful. I bet it’ll bear the mark of my lash beautifully,” he mused and the dark seduction in his voice left me breathless with need.
I reached behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra, and my breasts felt heavy as I pulled it away from my body. Zane gripped the hem of my underwear and knelt before me, dragging them down my hips and revealing the last of my secrets to his view. His breath was warm against the wetness of my pussy and I breathed shakily in response.
“Zane, please,” I begged.
The tip of his tongue reached for my wet folds, dragging up across my clit. I squeaked with both surprise and pleasure, and he chuckled quietly at his conquest.
“Your cunt tastes the sweetest when you know you’re about to be punished, little human,” he said, and all the breath left my lungs in a single gasp. There was no fighting him then, I knew that. He could whip me, spank me, fuck me, I didn’t care, but I would do anything to feel that tongue between my legs once more. He met my gaze and I knew he knew it too.
He stood back up and I watched as he uncoiled some rope from his belt. He curled one loop around my wrist and tied it to a nearby tree. He did the same with the other. After I was stretched outward like I was mounted on a cross, he moved behind me and allowed his fingers to touch the vulnerable skin of my back. I sighed and then he dragged them down until he cupped my ass with them. Clutching my nervous cheeks, he dug his fingers into my flesh and I moaned softly, unsure if I should be feeling pleasure, pain, or even both.
When he released my ass, I sighed, with relief or disappointment, I didn’t know.
Behind me, I heard his belt jingle quietly and I tried to swallow my rising anxiety. I’d never felt the fire of a man’s belt before and as much as I wanted to escape right now, I wondered just how it might feel. If I might like it. I knew it would hurt, but my body was doing curious things in response. My nipples were harder than ever, begging to be touched. My legs rubbed against each other and I knew I was much wetter than before. I could feel it dripping down my thighs. My body wanted to feel the leather against my bare skin.
I should be ashamed. I shouldn’t be reacting like this.
But still, my pussy clenched with desire. Zane’s arm reached around my hip, reaching between my legs and I shook with pleasure. He cupped my pussy in his palm stroking one finger up and down my wet folds.
He chuckled softly, and I couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping my lips. It took tremendous effort to draw in one breath after another. I tried to control the nervous anxiety and developing excitement in my body, but I was quickly losing it. Zane took his other hand and dragged it up my back. Gooseflesh erupted all over my skin and I sighed with delight, only for him to reach up behind my head. In a rush of movement, he gripped the hair at the base of my skull, pulling my head backwards.
I cried out at the sudden pain, but I did not protest. I knew begging for mercy would accomplish nothing. Zane was going to punish me, and he wouldn’t stop until he wanted to, until I learned my lesson and my entire body was good and sore. As much as I was afraid of what was about to happen, I couldn’t deny that I wanted it too. The hand cupping my pussy fell away from my skin.
A slapping sound echoed throughout the woods and at once, I realized that he smacked my pussy. Delicious pain consumed me for a long moment, but then, my pussy began to throb with pleasure. I breathed heavily, drawing in air as my desire began to grow.
“After I whip this naughty ass, I’m going to make sure to punish that wet little cunt of yours, good and hard,” he whispered, and my pussy clenched in excitement.
Zane’s hold on my hair fell away next and then, a piece of fabric drifted over my eyes. Deprived of my vision and swallowed up by darkness, my other senses grew stronger. I heard the crackle of leaves behind me, the sound of Zane’s bated breath, the sway of the trees in the wind and I found it hard to quell the rising desire in my body.
I heard many footsteps in the leaves and then, someone moved in front of me, but I couldn’t figure out who. All I knew was that Zane was no longer the only one taking part in my punishment. My nipples hardened into tight little peaks and my pussy clenched and I couldn’t deny that I wanted to know what was going to happen next. A pair of fingers reached out and caressed my nipple, before pinching it hard enough to make me cry out.
Another hand reached between my legs, exploring my rampant arousal and I shivered with my shame. I felt a smooth surface rub against my cheek and the scent of leather drifted to my nose. Trembling, I tried to pull in a breath but then, the fingers between my legs began to circle my throbbing clit.
“About to get the belt, and still, she’s as wet as ever,” Valdus said nonchalantly and my shame washed over me.
Another pair of fingers joined his, before they left my pussy and immediately thrust into my mouth.
“Taste how wet you are,” Zane mused. All four of them knew it. I felt humiliated, but also incredibly turned on.
Trying to be as obedient as I could, I swirled my tongue around his thick digits, tasting the sweetness of my arousal. I whimpered softly with my shame, before he dragged his fingers from my lips. Gently, he cuffed my cheek and I could feel my own wetness on my skin.
“She’s beautiful,” Caleb muttered under his breath and his voice was like a light in the darkness for me.
Next to me, Zane pressed his lips to my shoulder.
Devoid of sight, I didn’t know what was going to happen next, but when I heard something swish through the air, I stiffened. A fiery lash burst across my ass then and I cried out with surprise. If I had thought Tavik’s palm had been painful, it was nothing compared to Zane’s belt. The lash fell again as Zane began to fall into a steady rhythm. I twisted and turned in my bonds, but the belt met the curves of my ass, as well as my thighs each and every time.
I cried out. I begged, but nothing I could do stopped the leather’s assault.
It burned hot and with my sight taken away from me, it was the only thing I could focus on. Hands grasped at my breasts and my pussy, pinching me, teasing me and forcing me to feel pleasure even as the belt whipped against my skin. With the men touching me, it was hard to keep my body’s reactions at bay. The whip of the belt caused an initial burst of pain, but then, with the men’s touch and knowing how I’d lost complete control, pleasure soon followed. Fingers pinched at my wet folds, and I couldn’t stop them, bound as I was. They were going to give me pleasure and pain, and I couldn’t do a thing about it.
I had to take it. All of it.
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With all of the work on the next Black Light book, I am super excited to start bringing you excerpts of stories from Celebrity Roulette! Keep an eye on my blog because these are going to be never-before-shared excerpts and you are going to love them. Until then, grab Subdued and find out what happens in this amazing finale of the Vakarrans series.
Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.
Where has the time gone? Just when I thought I had things under control, life spirals and things get away from me. Hopefully we can get to a normal schedule again soon! I am super excited to you the bring the final book in season two of Black Light, Black Light: Possession by LK Shaw introduces a new menage couple to the Black Light scene and there is some kinkery coming for sure.
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Black Light: Possession
After relocating to Washington, D.C. to avoid an overzealous secret admirer, Dr. Madeline Parrish wants to learn all that the city has to offer. When a friend invites her to explore the dark pleasures at the exclusive BDSM club, Black Light, Madeline meets two enigmatic Doms, with whom she spends one explosive night.
Soon the ‘love letters’ from her admirer start arriving, but now their tone is clearly threatening. When it’s discovered the letters are eerily similar to those written by the serial killer, ‘Casanova,’ FBI Agents Joseph Crocker and Nathaniel Morgan are brought in to investigate.
Much to their surprise, Madeline is the sexy submissive they shared an unforgettable night with.
Crocker and Morgan tempt and seduce Madeline into becoming theirs. Casanova, however, has other plans for her.
Can the men catch the killer before he makes Madeline his next victim?
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“How do you feel about knife play?”
There was a devious twinkle in his eyes at her answers. I knew Nat would push her limits with his love of the knife. For him though, it wasn’t about the cutting per se, although he certainly enjoyed seeing his shallow marks on a sub’s skin. He also didn’t bleed anyone unless they enjoyed it. It was the mind-fuck, the fear, that turned him on.
She took a moment to ponder her answer. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never experienced it before. Is blood involved? Because that would definitely be a hard limit.”
Nat replied since this was his area of expertise. “For me, it’s not about the blood. It’s the rush of the mindfuck. It’s a heady feeling knowing that my sub trusts me enough to not damage her body. On occasion, I like to leave some scratches, a reminder, but they’re shallow and I don’t fully break the skin. Of course, there is definitely a tremendous amount of trust involved. Because sometimes, things happen. But I always take every safety precaution before engaging in any play, especially with someone inexperienced in it. If it’s something you’d like to try sometime, I’m more than willing to oblige.”
I was glad she took her time, weighing the idea instead of immediately shooting it down. The power of the knife really was an integral part of him. Nat would accept her limits though.
“Let’s table that one for another time. For now, I’m going to go with hard limit with the option to change my mind.”
“Understood. I hope to change your mind soon.” He added with a cheeky grin.
“I hope you do too,” Madeline replied just as cheekily.
“Well, now that we’ve learned your hard limits, we should also share ours. We draw the line at electrical play and age play. Neither are our special kind of kink.”
“So you won’t spank me and make me call you Daddy then, huh?” She smirked, a sparkle shining from her eyes behind her glasses.
Nat slowly rose from his seat causing Madeline to tilt her head way back to track his movements. She shifted nervously in her seat, swallowing hard, most likely realizing she awakened the beast inside him. He took one step forward, and threaded his fingers through her hair before fisting the strands and gently, but firmly, pulling her up and out of her chair. He leaned down and rasped his night stubble across her cheek and jaw before stage whispering in her ear. I could see her tremble from the hot breath blowing against her.
“There will most definitely be spanking involved, pet. My hand is already twitching with need to redden that ass of yours. You’re spunky and full of fire and I like it. But I think it’s time now for that punishment you earned. Along with a new one it looks like we’ll be adding to it. Just so you don’t forget it’s Master, not Daddy. Now, be a good submissive and tell us your safe word.” He nipped her ear, emphasizing the command behind his directive and she sagged against him, her arms clutching his biceps as though to hold herself up. Nat braced his hand around her hip to help keep her steady.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded with arousal and it took her a moment to get her bearings. Once she had, she wobbled a bit as though weak in the knee. I stood and moved behind her, effectively caging her between us. I traced a path with my finger down her arm causing her to shiver.
On a shaky breath, she exhaled her answer. “Dragonfly.”
“Good girl. Now, are you ready to accept your punishment, Madeline?”
“Yes, Master.”
* * * I am happy to say that while life keeps throwing me curves, I AM writing! My story in Black Light: Celebrity Roulette is almost done and I am helping edit some of the other stories that have come in for the anthology. Fingers crossed that I will be able have time to breathe at some point. Until then, grab Black Light: Possession because this hot story is just what you have been waiting for.
LK Shaw is a physical therapist assistant by day and author/social media addict by night. She resides in South Carolina with her high maintenance beagle mix dog, Miss P, who should probably just have her own Instagram account. An avid reader since childhood, she became hooked on historical romance novels in high school. She now reads, and loves, all romance sub-genres, with erotic romance and romantic suspense being her favorite. LK enjoys traveling and chocolate. Her books feature hot alpha heroes and the strong women they love.
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I am FINALLY back from South Africa and despite my horrible cell service, there were several FB Live videos posted in Dark Haven and in Dani René’s Darklings to share the amazing views the trip had. Have you seen them!?
I have SO MUCH to catch up on, but I wanted to bring you the newest release of my nighthawk, Sara Fields. She broke into the top 100 in all of the entire Paid Kindle Store over the weekend!!! Take a peek and you will see why it was well deserved.
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Feral
He warned me what would happen if he lost control. I didn’t listen.
He told me to stay away from him, that if I got too close he would not be able to stop himself. He would pin me down and take me so fiercely my throat would be sore from screaming before he finished wringing one savage, desperate climax after another from my helpless, quivering body.
Part of me was terrified, but another part needed to know if he would truly throw me to the ground, mount me, and rut me like a wild animal, longer and harder than any human ever could.
Now, as the feral beast flips me over to claim me even more shamefully when I’ve already been used more thoroughly than I imagined possible, I wonder if I should have listened to him…
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He growled low in his throat, the sound turning into a purr that only functioned to make me melt before him. His small suctioned cock head had stayed attached to my clit, twisting and turning with my body no matter the position it seemed. The feathery tendrils tickled my clit hard, more persistently and it was with a very deep shame that I realized I was getting wetter even as he was spreading my ass cheeks apart and staring down at my forbidden channel. Dear god, what was wrong with me?
His fingers dipped down into my arousal, dragging it backwards as he rimmed it around my asshole. The moment he discovered my wetness, he purred loudly in excitement. I moaned, and he lifted my hips up so that I was on my knees, forcing me to present my naughty hole to him as a result. I moaned with my shame.
I struggled to maintain position and to not clench my cheeks together, but the moment he pressed his cock against my back channel, I tensed with fear.
Jesus Christ.
He was going to fuck my ass.
Slowly, he pressed against me, and I fought against him, earning more than one hard, punishing slap to my ass until my bottom hole lost the battle against his cock. His massive head very slowly popped inside me, and it was enough to make me cry out in both shame and in slow burning pain as he took me as he pleased. Using me for his pleasure and ignoring my protests otherwise.
I felt every last inch of him enter my asshole, and despite my reluctance to even think about deriving pleasure from such a wanton act, inevitably, I felt myself rising up in ecstasy once again.
“No. Fuck. Please,” I begged, not really knowing what I was asking for anymore.
My pleas went unanswered.
His hips began to rock back and forth, dragging his massive cock in and out of me slowly, steadily before beginning to increase in tempo.
At that moment, I knew whatever moment of clarity and temporary gentleness he had just had was now gone. His body temperature increased, and I heard his growl rumble deep in his chest, a sound I was now connecting with his arousal, excitement, and alpha nature.
Now, he was going to mount me. Fuck my ass as hard as he wanted, and I whimpered as his pace steadily built, faster and faster in my tight hole. I squirmed beneath him and the suction on my clit increased in pressure. I moaned as it teased me, forcing yet another orgasm to begin its ascent once again.
I fought it. I didn’t want to come while his cock was pressed deep into my asshole, but as the seconds passed, I knew that I wasn’t going to have a choice.
I moaned. I squirmed, and I whimpered, but blazing hot pleasure pulsed through my core. My wet greedy cunt squeezed around empty air, desperate to be filled as well.
He fucked me hard, rougher than before, and I could feel him losing control utterly and completely. He was like a savage, taking what he wanted, when he wanted, no matter what. His hips slammed into mine and had he not had a viselike grip on my waist, I would have shot forward. I could hear the loud echoes of our fucking and shivered with shameful desire.
* * * Once I get my life recovered from vacation, I will be doing some editing and a whole lot of writing. I am starting my story for the next Black Light: Celebrity Roulette story which comes out in February and I think you are going to really like this story! Until then, grab Feral and find out why this sinfully hot read has marched right up the Amazon charts.
Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.
