Mistletoe in the City by Amber Daulton

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Mistletoe in the City  by Amber Daulton!! 

 

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Krista Hartley never expected the unrequited love of her life, the irresistible Derek Weston, to work as the groundskeeper at the apartment building she just moved into. They barely spoke in high school but now, three years after graduation, they tore at each other’s clothes and jumped into bed together at every opportunity. After all, how could a hot-blooded woman say no to a sexy man with an eyebrow ring, a dragon tattoo and a deadly swagger?

A Christmas miracle drew Krista back into Derek’s life. He kissed her for the first time under mistletoe, pampered her with romantic candlelight dinners and memorized every inch of her delectable body with his tongue. He refused to let his dream girl slip through his fingers again but then another woman threatened their whirlwind romance. Hurt once before, Krista broke off their relationship and then Derek made a drunken mistake that could destroy their love forever. With just days to Christmas, he vowed to win back her heart and trust, and prove his innocence once and for all.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Derek’s frown deepened. “I don’t mean to sound like a dick, but why are you so insecure? You’re a beautiful woman. Don’t you know that? Didn’t that idiot Clint tell you so every day?” 

Tears welled in her eyes. No, he didn’t. Krista used all her willpower to not brush her hands across her face. 

He gently grasped her chin. The sincerity in his smile and in the depths of his gorgeous ocean-blue eyes nearly unraveled the tight control she held over her emotions. “You could never disappoint me.” His fingers tightened on her chin as he lowered his mouth to hers. A sigh of relief left her lungs and then Derek moaned as though he’d swallowed her breath of air. She whimpered as he pulled back and retreated to the edge of the bed. He kicked off his boots and socks, jerked off his sweater and the thick muscles in his back and shoulders bulged with his quick movements. 

Her eyes widened as he stood and turned around to face her. “Oh my God.” 

Derek paused as he unbuckled his belt and arched his sexy pierced eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re disappointed.” 

Krista shook her head. “God, no. Have you seen yourself? You’re definitely bigger than I remember. No doubt about it.” She crawled higher up the bed and fluffed a few pillows as an all-male grin spread across his whiskered face. “The tattoo is a surprise, though.” 

He glanced down at the colorful dragon tattoo that curled around his left bicep. “I plan to get full sleeves eventually but tats are expensive.” He flexed his arm and the dragon doubled in size. “I’ve also thought about piercing my nipples.” 

Her gaze dropped to his chest. “Go for it. You’re only young once.” She licked her lips. “What you already have is hot, but I’m sure more would make you ever hotter.” 

He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’m happy you like it.” He stripped away his jeans and boxers and then gripped his thick penis in his palm. “Do you like this?” 

She nodded, her words lodged in her throat. He grabbed his jeans, withdrew a condom from his wallet and ripped open the crinkly package with his teeth. She watched carefully, almost in awe, as he fit the latex snug over his shaft. Not innocent by a long shot, but not experienced either, Krista struggled to breathe as he pumped his cock and stared at her with downcast eyes. Derek returned to the bed, trailed his hand slowly up her leg and stroked the dark hair that protected her labia. She spread her knees and her eyes fluttered as he teased her clit with his fingers. She stretched her arms above her head to grasp the metal headboard and then arched her back as he dipped his face down to tongue her labia.

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About the Author

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats.

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Viking Surrender – Brandr by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Viking Surrender – Brandr  by Ashe Barker!! 

 

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Forced to wed the fierce Viking warlord in order to save her people, Eithne has no choice but to surrender to her powerful and terrifying husband. She submits to his stern discipline, but his tenderness takes her breath away. A man of his word, Brandr means to keep his side of their bargain and will see her village safe and protected from their enemies. But what of Eithne? Who will protect her as she learns to care for this ferocious man who now leads her people and holds her heart in his mighty hands?

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

She lay still and allowed his teasing, his gentle knowing, but she flinched and let out a sharp hiss when he pinched her nipple. The bud had hardened under his ministrations, poking against the fabric of her shift, begging to be squeezed.

He leaned over her, his weight on one elbow.

“Take this off,” he commanded.

“I…”

“Take it off. I would have you naked in our bed. Always.”

“Yes, Viking,” she murmured and knelt to draw the garment over her head. She clutched it, briefly, in front of her breasts, then tossed it to one side and raised her chin to meet his gaze.

Odin’s teeth, but she is beautiful. Brandr bit back a groan, then cupped her face between both his hands. He brushed his mouth over hers and was rewarded when she parted her lips for him. Slowly, cautiously, she raised her hands to rest them on his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. His tongue dived deep, curling, dancing with hers. Her hair was loose and fell across his hands in silky, ebony waves, then spread over the mattress as he eased her back onto the pallet.

Brandr supported his own weight on his elbows and continued to kiss her. Eithne writhed under him. She tunnelled her elegant fingers through his loosened locks and twisted the strands around her small fist as though she was afraid to let go. He broke the kiss, but only for a moment before shifting to fasten his lips around one pebbled nipple.

Eithne arched and let out a cry. Brandr sucked, scraped the sensitive bud with his teeth, then sucked harder. She wriggled and squirmed against him so, encouraged, he shifted to the other breast, at the same time using his fingers to roll and squeeze the slick, swollen nub he had abandoned.

“Viking,” she muttered, then, “Brandr.” Her voice rose as she cried out his given name.

Her arousal built, stoked as much by her fear and anxiety, her relief, perhaps, at having found a protector, and the sensation long denied since the loss of her husband. Brandr cared not what lay at the root of her surrender, but he would exploit the factors at his disposal. He reached down with his hand, stroking the soft mound of her stomach, then parting the soft wisps of hair which guarded her entrance. 

Despite her obvious pleasure in his touch, she stiffened. He paused, but only for a moment, enough to allow her to accept, to comply.

He would not force her, though she was not to know that. She relaxed, her muscles softening and she spread her thighs for him.

“Beautiful, little Pict,” he whispered into the shell of her ear. “Trust me. I will not hurt you.”

“Y-you mean to take a switch to me,” she murmured back.

“Not tonight. Tonight, I shall hear your cries for an entirely different reason.”

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Submitting to the Cattleman by BJ Wane

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Submitting to the Cattleman by BJ Wane!! 

 

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Why does doing the right thing have to be so hard?

 Leslie Collins has been asking herself that question ever since her eye-witness testimony in a murder case landed her in the Witness Protection Program far away from everything and everyone she’s ever known. Now, four years later, she struggles with growing despondency over the circumstances that prevent her from forming a relationship. When she allows her loneliness to get the better of her and indulges in a one-night stand, she never dreams her stranger will show up again at the private club she’s stayed away from for a few weeks.

Kurt Wilcox returns home to Montana to help his father recover from a stroke and hopefully mend the rift between them. He doesn’t plan on rescuing a woman from a mugging and ending up succumbing to the loneliness reflected on her face and indulging in a one-night stand. When he meets up with Leslie at his club, he refuses to let her hide her identity or her reasons for inviting a stranger into her home and bed. 

Leslie finally caves to his persistence and agrees to an affair that seems promising until she learns her identity has been comprised and an attempt on her life forces out the truth about her past. Will putting her trust in her Dom jeopardize him and his employees when she agrees to his protection, or will Kurt rid her of the threat against her, as he promises, leaving her free to embrace her own HEA?

This is book six in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary, western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, power exchange, BDSM, and sensual scenes. If any of these bother you, please do not purchase.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Seeing a sexy Cleopatra look-alike eying him with a wide gaze, bare toes curled against the wood floor and taut nipples had drawn Kurt’s interest in a sub for the first time that night. The white toga-style dress draped over her curves emphasized the fullness of her breasts, every bump of her rigid nubs outlined against the soft material. When she’d executed an abrupt turnaround and walked away, he’d made the snap decision to snatch her up before another Dom beat him to her. 

Now, standing close enough to see her eyes were as blue as the Montana sky in summer and the shape of her face tugging at his memory banks, he wondered if she was someone he’d played with here before.

“You’re staring, Sir.”

The hint of accusation in her pert tone amused him. Kurt didn’t mind when his habit of silently sizing up a potential partner for the evening rubbed a sub the wrong way. He didn’t want someone who would let him walk all over her; just who would not only bow to his dominance, but relish whatever he tormented her with. 

“Yes, I am. I’m Master Kurt. You make a lovely Cleopatra.”

“Thank you.” A small smile curved her soft lips. “I enjoyed watching you dance.”

Even her voice rang bells and prompted him to look closer at her features below the mask. Wanting to know more about her, he replied, “And I would enjoy getting to know you better. Are you free to join me upstairs?” A cock-stirring spark lit her eyes and his quick, uncharacteristic infatuation grew. Holding out his hand, he said, “Let’s sit while you finish your beer. I could be wrong, but you look familiar. Have we paired up before tonight?”

She tugged on his hand, halting him before he took a step toward the nearest empty table. “I’d rather go straight up, if it’s all the same with you.”

The flash of need that wiped away the spark and was, he suspected, the cause of her rash decision struck another chord of familiarity in him. “Do we know each other, sweetheart?”

Her palm turned clammy under his, and her entire arm went rigid at his simple inquiry. She shifted her gaze off to the side, a telltale sign of evasiveness that triggered more suspicions. 

“No, Sir.” She looked back at him with a crooked smile. “I haven’t been here in a few weeks, but to be honest, a few of the other girls mentioned you in a very good way.”

“I’m flattered, but it would help if you’d tell me your name.” Kurt cupped her elbow and led her toward the stairs, adding, “Your real name.”

“But that will ruin the fun of remaining anonymous. Isn’t that part of the lure that prompted the Masters to plan this masquerade night?”

She had a point, he conceded, but he was ninety-nine percent sure he knew her from somewhere and was starting to suspect she didn’t want him to know that. Why, he couldn’t fathom. As they reached the loft with its dimmer lighting, reverberating soft cries and straining moans accompanying snaps against bare flesh, several ideas ran through his head on how to pull the truth from her.

Facing her, he asked, “Any hard limits or an apparatus you want me to stay away from?”

“Light pain only, I’m good with any bondage and the standard color codes for safewords,” she rambled off, as if she wanted to hurry this along. He had news for her; he wasn’t the hurry sort.

Yanking her up against him, the rigid tips of her breasts pressed against his chest, her startled gasp changing to a sigh as he covered her mouth with his. Kurt meant to go slow, to savor those soft lips and her quivering body aligned with his. But she parted her mouth without urging, accepted the thrust and exploration of his tongue with welcoming enthusiasm and shivered with a low, vibrating moan when he nipped her plump, lower lip. Crushing his mouth on hers, he filled his hands with her malleable buttocks and brought her pelvis tight against his, her soft pubis a nice cushion for his hard cock. By the time he pulled back, he was more than ready to move this along. 

“Come on.” Grasping her hand, he led her toward the chain stations along the back wall. Halfway across the spacious loft, he paused at the wooden A-frame and turned to ask if she’d ever tried the newest addition to the bondage equipment. Instead, he caught her gazing at Grayson’s tender expression as he released Avery from the St. Andrew’s cross, the fleeting look of longing crossing her face sending a shock wave of instant recognition through Kurt. There was no mistaking that expression, or where he’d seen it before.

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Author Bio

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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Desires by Daryl Devore

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Desires by Daryl Devore!!

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When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes. Desires is Daryl Devoré’s latest hot romance.

After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn’s dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late-night job at a strip club. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the club.

Peyton Lang, having run from an impoverished neighbourhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a quick drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.

After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia’s worlds are about to collide.

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title FL.E.S.H. The edition has a new title, new cover and has been revised.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Peyton dropped the towel and sat next to Flame on the bed. “I think it’s time that I give you a proper good morning.”

“I think I love the sound of that.” She giggled. “Back in two secs.” She bolted across the room. A moment later she jumped back onto the bed and squirmed her perfect ass against the sheets.

He leaned forward. His lips meeting hers, softly at first, but passion bubbled, and their tongues danced about each other. A jolt hit his cock as she raked her teeth across his bottom lip. He kneaded her flesh. Her erect nipples peaked out from between his fingers. When he tickled his fingertips across her nipple, she closed her eyes and sighed.

“Open your eyes. Why do women always hide? Watch me. Watch how you respond. You’re so hot. Your nipples react so—” He interrupted himself by wrapping his lips around her right rosy bud and caressing it with his tongue. “See. Look how firm and… perky it is.”

Flame giggled.

He shook his head. “Yes, I said perky. I don’t think I’ve ever used that word before, but it describes your nipples perfectly.” He leaned over and brushed a kiss across her left bud. It quivered. His lips parted. He licked her pink flesh and then slipped her nipple between his teeth, closing his lips around it.

Flame’s back arched, pressing her breast into his face. Her breaths lengthened to long, deep, contented sighs.

While he lost himself in the pleasure of her breasts, Peyton stroked her dark brown patch of hair. He tapped the insides of her thighs, asking her to open her legs. Spreading her nether lips, he slid his finger from her pussy to her clit. He caressed the sides and circled her nub.

Flame tensed. Moans rumbled in her throat. Peyton slipped a finger into her wetness and stroked her. He adjusted his position so his finger faced upward, tickling the inside of her while his thumb made random circles on top of her clit.

She gripped the sheets, pulled her knees up, and splayed them to the sides, giving him more room to manoeuver. He increased his speed and was rewarded with a moan and a first spasm. Her muscles clenched on his fingers. She gasped as her whole body tensed.

He didn’t stop. He kept a steady pace, helping her revel in her pleasure. With a shudder, she relaxed. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, he whispered, “That’s the proper way to say good morning.”

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Beware, the Pirates have landed!

Hi everyone. Whilst you’re recovering from your Christmas, I’m super excited to share that the new anthology Pirates, Passion & Plunder is now LIVE!

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Warning : Bodices will be ripped!

What’s a lady to do when she’s boarded by ruthless brigands and barbarous buccaneers, kidnapped on the lawless High Seas?

Stripped to the skin by piercing eyes.
Captive and claimed by rough, strong hands.
She knows it’s forbidden but how can she resist… a pirate’s pleasure.

Prepare for hair-raising shenanigans.
Pirates make their own rules.

Discover seventeen wicked historical romances, in ‘Pirates, Passion and Plunder’
Enter if you dare…

THE CAPTAIN’S CAPTIVE
by Victoria Vale

RAVEN
by Ashe Barker

ROGUE BOOTY
by Golden Angel

THE BLOND DEVIL OF THE SEA
by Celeste Barclay

BOUGHT BY THE BUCCANEER
by Vanessa Brooks

TAKEN BY SIN
by Sky Purington

THE SEA WOLF
by Lee Savino

EDWARD’S LAW
by Felicity Brandon

PIRATE’S RUIN
by Marie Hall

OWNED BY THE PIRATE
by Sue Lyndon and Celeste Jones

TROUBLED WATERS
by Jane Burrelli

PURSUING HER PIRATE
by Jaye Peaches

HIS STOWAWAY
by Measha Stone

HIS WICKED WAYS
by S. Cinders

CUT AND THRUST
by Simone Leigh

PIRATE’S PLEASURE
by Mariah Stone

LADY EVANGELINE’S PIRATICAL PERSUASION
by Emily Tilton

*These romances contain wildly steamy scenes which some readers may find shocking*

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Triple Naughty Christmas by Sierra Brave

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Triple Naughty Christmas by Sierra Brave!!

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Navigating the Yuletide season can be a challenge for anyone but after hosting their family Christmas celebration for more than fifteen years, forty-something mom, Trisha Marks-Davidson, believes she’s conquered Santa and tamed all of his reindeer. Anything but ordinary, Trisha’s family of seven consists of herself, her two husbands, Tommy and Ken, and their four kids. Despite their unusual situation, she’s cultivated a system for a fun-filled holiday packed with their own special traditions.

Trisha, Tommy, and Ken are pleased with the quiet, comfortable life they’ve built together but are disturbed to learn the novelty of their three-way commitment still hasn’t worn off for some members of their community even after nearly two decades. A last-minute decision to attend a neighborhood Christmas party could be the trio’s undoing. The opportunity to set the record straight is there for the taking but actions speak louder than words and temptation is all around them.

Book Four in the Triple Passion Play series can be enjoyed as a stand-alone, HEA epilogue story, but if you have read any of the other books in the series, they will add to your appreciation of the book.

Warning: This book contains graphic language and sexual situations as well as a positive depiction of a bisexual poly-relationship. If you will be offended, please do not read.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

As soon as she breached the threshold of the main room, loud moans resonated through the music, and the meaning of the sign on the door to the basement entrance became clear. They were at a swinger’s party. There were only about fifteen to twenty other people in the room besides her and her husbands, and many of them were in various stages of undress. A table close to the entrance held a large bowl of condoms and a collection of sex toys. A mattress on the floor made-up with red silk sheets and lots of pillows served as a hotbed of sexual activity. Trisha’s first instinct was to grab her men and run out of there but curiosity and her desire not to look like an idiot who lives with two men but bolts like a frightened rabbit at the first sign of an erotic display, kept her feet planted.

 “The bar is over there.” Sophie pointed out the obvious. “We have draft beer and bottles, wine or the bartender can make you a cocktail if you prefer. He’s a member too.”

 “Here.” Trisha looked around with wide eyes as she absently held up the bag containing the bottle of wine. “This is for you.”

 “How sweet! Thank you.” Sophie accepted the gift. “I want to introduce you to some of my friends.” The redhead turned her attention to Trisha’s husbands, who were practically cowering by the condom bowl. “You guys can mingle a minute, right. I’m going to steal her for a bit. Have fun!”

 As she allowed the mother of her daughter’s friend to drag her along, Trisha tossed a look back at Ken and Thomas she hoped they’d recognize as: Don’t you dare.

 Sophie brought her over to a round table where a candle burning in the middle added some extra visibility, illuminating the faces of the two women seated there. One of the ladies, a tall, middle-aged brunette sat sideways, showing off her long, shapely legs as she crossed one over the other. She had a great body, but her countenance suffered due to the pucker lines around her mouth and her pronounced crow’s feet. Trisha couldn’t place her, but she recognized her from somewhere.

 “Do you have a kid at East Elementary?” The woman asked before Sophie got around to introducing them, being too busy retrieving a corkscrew to open the wine Trisha brought.

 Trisha could feel her cheeks growing warm and red. The last thing Trisha wanted to do was discuss her kids at a sex party. “Why?”

 “Sherry, ixnay on the ids-a,” The other dark-haired woman at the table tried her hand at pig Latin, “You know the rules—no talk of the little ones. It kills the mood.”

“Sorry, I know. It’s just, you look familiar. I’m the cafeteria manager there.” Sherry looked Trisha up and down as she spoke, her eyes lingering on her breasts. Trisha smiled and nodded at the woman’s explanation without commenting on her own family.

 “Now don’t go frightening my girl away, Sherry.” Sophie chuckled as she slipped a necklace of red beds around Trisha’s neck. “Red means stop. No one will go after you until you take them off.” After placing an arm around Trisha, Sophie rubbed her hip. Trisha tensed, her tummy turning a flip.

 “This beauty is Trisha, and both of those two hotties over there are hers.” Sophie’s thick eyebrows lifted way up on her forehead as she gestured to Ken and Thomas at the bar.

A dark-haired woman whistled in admiration. She was an exotic-looking beauty, likely Hispanic, with a tan skin tone and big, brown eyes. Her features were perfectly spaced with high cheekbones and full lips. Her unbuttoned blouse revealed a red, lace bra, and her messy hair radiated an aura screaming she’d recently been fucked.

“I’m Regina.” The beautiful lady held Trisha in her gaze as Sophie filled her glass with her free hand. Trisha extended her hand and her new acquaintance shook it firmly.

 “Regina’s a personal trainer.” Sophie’s voice resonated in Trisha’s ear as she waited for Regina to let go of her. “Her boyfriend is my husband’s law partner.” Regina began to caress Trisha’s fingers with her thumb.

 “So how does it work? Do you alternate nights or does one of them travel a lot?” Sherry jumped right in with the invasive questions, ready to settle her curiosity.

 “Um, well,” Trisha removed her hand from Regina’s grasp as she attempted to control her nerves while adjusting to the uncomfortable situation. The blunt question had thrown her off guard. Just breath. Just breath. What do you care? You’re not ashamed. She took a deep breath, clutching her hands together. “Tommy travels quite a bit, but it’s not like that.”

 “Well…how is it?” Sherry leaned forward her irises fully visible as she fixed her attention on Trisha while biting down on her bottom lip. Trisha glanced at Sophie for help, but judging by her expression, she was dying to know as well.

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Get Captured… Now!

Hello everyone, I’m super excited to share the news that Captured is now LIVE!

It’s the first in a new DARK series…

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Captured—I can’t wait for you to read this book!

“You’re a fucking delight, Hannah.” Lawes’ tone was raspy. “And your performance made me so hard.”

Hannah met his eyes, the humiliation at still being bound and gagged while he roamed free burgeoning as Lawes unzipped his pants.

“Look.”

Her gaze flew to the large, eager cock that had just been unleashed, her pussy spasming in response. That was what she wanted, and Hannah knew she was easily lubricated enough to take him. Lawes fisted his cock, moving closer to Hannah’s face, the chair she was lying in began to lower even further.

“Now, it’s time to give your new master what he deserves, little girl.”

Hannah’s eyes widened while he waved his hard length before her eyes. “Sir, I—”

But her words were cut short by Lawes, who pulled her head in his direction at the same time he lunged his erection deep inside her throat. Hannah had taken plenty of cocks in her mouth, and she’d usually enjoyed the act, but it had never been anything like this. With the dental gag in place, her lips were forced wide open, and with Lawes’ large hands holding her face, there was literally nowhere to go. Hannah was restrained and completely at his mercy.

“Fuck, yes.”

He thrust deeper, and instinctively Hannah gagged around him. Just like every other part of him, Lawes’ cock was massive, especially when it was shoved so unceremoniously down the back of her throat. She pulled against her cuffs in yet another futile attempt to break free of the binds, but Hannah already knew the truth. There was no getting away from this—not while Lawes and the others wanted her here.

Not while she was gagged and bound.

Hannah blinked away the tears that had sprung at the forced blow job. She would not cry for him. She would not give him the fucking satisfaction, yet on he pressed, instigating her gag reflex on nearly every lunge.

She felt as though she couldn’t breathe, her senses filled with the taste, scent, and touch of this man she had barely even met. The room around her dulled into insignificance. Hannah had no idea if Zander was still there, or maybe one of the others had returned to witness her denigration. It didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was surviving this onslaught. As Hannah fought for breath through her nostrils, the noise of her wet, gagging throat was consuming.

“So fucking good, little girl.” His voice was a growl. “This is how you take my cock.” Lawes’ erection pressed back down into her throat. “This is how you take every cock here unless you’re told otherwise. Got it?”

His hand shifted into her hair, fisting Hannah’s dark locks as her gaze flitted, desperately trying to see his face. She wanted to tell him she understood, but there was no way to acquiesce. She could scarcely even nod her head, the ferocity of his grip eliciting a fresh streak of pain through her flesh.

“Good girl.”

Lawes’ precum leaked from the tip of his cock, and Hannah could only just make out the flavor before it was lost with the next assaulting thrust.

“I’m close.” Suddenly, his cock was gone from her throat. Hannah wanted to cough at its retreat, but the humiliating gag meant that was impossible.

Instead, Lawes fisted her hair roughly while he fisted his swollen cock over her parted lips.

“I’m going to paint you with my cum, little girl.”

Hannah blinked at him wildly, suddenly aware her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Zander’s hands were gone, and her nipples begged for more attention.

“And you’ll wear that cum for me when I move you downstairs. Wear it like a fucking badge of honor.”

The first shoot of his climax burst from his crown and landed over Hannah’s chin. Lawes edged closer, ensuring the next deposit landed directly in her open mouth. Hannah could feel it sliding down her throat, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to prevent its journey. Leaning closer, Lawes directed the next burst of hot cum across her eyes, and Hannah’s lids closed just in time, the warmth of the cum strange on her skin when her eyes fluttered open again.

“Fuck.”

He fisted the remainder of his orgasm around her lips, smearing the cum into her skin as the obviously powerful climax washed over him. Taking a deep breath, Lawes retreated, tucking his cock away before he assessed Hannah.

“Very good, little girl.” His voice was softer now. “You just had your first lesson in what awaits you here.”

Reaching for her mouth, his fingers slid inside and pressed deep into her throat.

“That’s the taste of our combined arousal.”

Her eyes widened. Hannah could tell his fingers were almost as deep as his cock had been.

“Can you taste it?”

She nodded her head now that his grip on her hair had been released, gargling her reply as best she could.

Lawes grinned in response. “I want you to recall how it tastes. Can you do that?”

Hannah nodded again. Her heart felt like it was in her mouth, along with the awful gag and half the contents of his testicles. The power this man had over was downright terrifying, but it was also tantalizing. She’d hated the way he’d forced his cock down her throat, yet she’d also loved it. Everything about Lawes was one giant contradiction—much like her messed-up reaction to him.

He leaned closer, his fingers still lodged in her throat. “This is the first of many great duets between you and me, little girl.”

She panted at that.

“But there will never be another first, and I want us both to remember it.”

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