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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Guest Post - Sultry and Sinful



Sultry and Sinful: The Femmes of Paranormal

Come tantalize your softer side with this FF paranormal romance anthology. From angels to sirens and many things in between, this erotic romance box set will keep you up all hours of the night, wanting more.

A Limited Edition FF Paranormal Romance and Collection!



On Sale for only 99cents

Buy Links:
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Julie Morgan
Soul to Capture
Info: As a Succubus, Cora thought she didn’t need love, but when the Seraph Jael opens her eyes to the possibility, all bets are off.





Louisa Bacio
Book title: Wet: An erotic mermaid tale
Info: After the Sea Queen forbids the Princess to follow her heart, Marianna swears to catch Shell, the feisty water sprite.


Alyssa Breck
Book title: Kiss Me Deadly
Info: When the time comes for Maggie to make one of her own, she finds out that not all vampires are created equal.




Christine Alvarez
Book title: A Succubus Renewed
Info: Luciana, a Succubus, is bored of her monotonous existence until Krista Hadley—a human—walks into her club, unknowingly becoming her latest obsession.



Michelle Dare
Book title: Her Fated Mates
Info: Half siren/half vampire, Jade Calistro, has zero desire to find her mate. Little does she know that she has not one, but two fated mates.


Kay Margaret
Book title: Sinful Dreams
Info: Adara Dyllvan will stop at nothing to get Senna Douglas to walk back into her life, even if it means playing dirty.



Kristen Strassel
Book title: Stardust
Info: Rainey must cast a spell to destroy vampires, but her girlfriend’s been offered the opportunity of a lifetime—starring in a vampire show.


Savannah Verte
Book title: Immortal Deflagration
Info: Seychelle is a bastard. When she accidentally dreamwalks into Nova's lustful fantasy, she learns the Fates might have a reward for her after all.





Shawnee Small
Book title: The Seduction of Violette Tournaline
Info: Seduced by a handsome stranger on the eve of her debut ball, Violette must decide how far she is willing to go for love.



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Monday, April 17, 2017

New Contest!

I got notebooks and pens with the new logo so that's what today's contest is for.

Just leave a comment and I'll pick a winner on Saturday morning :)

As usual, it's easier if you leave your email l addy, and I will ship overseas, so don't let where you live keep you from entering.

EDITED to say email addy instead of snail mail addy - you totally don't have to leave your snailmail addy where everyone can see it. Sorry about that!


Sean
smut fixes everything

Sneak Peak... Monday

I know usually do the sneak peeks on Sunday, but it was a holiday yesterday and I put aside my computer. So I'm doing it today because I have a couple of covers to share. These are reprints from that publisher. And I hope to get them out this week or next :)



Sean 
smut fixes everything

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Smutterday - Three New Wishes

Last book of the Rainbow Island trilogy is out! Here's a smutty excerpt from it.

Three New Wishes

Come to Rainbow Island, where all your sexual fantasies will come true.

James, Guard and Damien continue to grant the sexual fantasies of their clients, but so far have been unable to make Rainbow Island work for their own relationship. Damien misses being home more often with his lovers and Guard has been working on breaking down James’ defenses. Can they make their own fantasies come true?

As always, three different fantasies are granted through Rainbow Island.

Tim is rich and bored. A ‘sometimes sub’, he’s searching for something more. Full-time Dom, Rain, is brought in to give Tim the twenty-four-seven experience he’s been looking for, but Rain has a secret—he’s been watching Tim in the club for years, just waiting for Tim to get serious before making his move. Can these two men find what they need in each other?

Mike has been hired to be a submissive. He doesn’t know that much about the lifestyle. He figures he can handle it—besides, the payday is too good to give up. Dom Brendan is handsome and confident, and the things he shows Mike speak to something deep inside him. Could he have found something more than just another job in Brendan?

Angus and Robbie are a committed Dom/sub pair who want to spice things up a little and see if puppy play is for them. They’re excited and nervous to learn from Sam, the puppy master that Rainbow Island has brought in to show them the ropes. They discover there’s more to puppy play than they’d imagined and not all of it is for them. Can they separate what they need from what they want and come out stronger than ever in the end?

Buy links:
Pride Publishing
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
Kobo

smutty excerpt:

Rain touched the corner of his mouth, then leaned in and set their lips together, this touch feather-light, barely there.

Were they allowed to kiss? Was that fair?

Then Rain did it again and again, lips coming to his, rubbing then backing off again.

It must be allowed. The Doms he hired never kissed.

“Kiss me back, boy,” Rain murmured. “We’ve got three weeks together and I don’t want to spend them emotionlessly.” Rain pulled back suddenly. “Unless that’s what you require, though I’m probably going to have to have another Dom brought in if it is.”

“No. No, this is nice. Unexpected. A bonus.”

“I like being a bonus.” Rain’s eyes twinkled, then he kissed Tim again, not a gentle peck this time, but something more serious, lips sliding firmly against his.

He gasped, his head spinning as Rain stole his breath, clean away. Rain’s hand slid behind his head, holding him in place as Rain continued to kiss him. To own the kiss, because even if he did move his lips this was Rain kissing him, hands down.

He opened up, surprised to discover himself hard and beginning to ache. There was just something about Rain, about the command in his presence and the way he kissed…and maybe a little something about being naked while Rain was fully dressed, his clothes slightly rough against Tim’s skin.

“What a good, good boy,” Rain murmured.

Oh, God. That shouldn’t have gone through him and turned him on so much, but it did. It totally did.
Rain smiled against his lips.

Hopefully that meant he did well.

Rain returned to kissing him, sucking on his lips, sliding their tongues together and totally devouring his mouth. He hadn’t expected this, not at all. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but it hadn’t been this.

Rain slid his free hand along Tim’s throat, stroking his skin, making goosebumps rise on his flesh. Rain chuckled softly, the sound sweet, tickled.

“You’re a lovely boy. You must not have expressed any interest or you’d have been snapped up for sure.” The gentle touches continued.

“I’ve hired some Dominants over the last year.” They hadn’t worked for him.

“For single days or evenings, hmm?” Rain didn’t wait for an answer, mouth moving over his again.

“Yes, sir. I wanted relief.”

“Now your relief belongs to me. I get to say when and where and how.”

He nodded, his balls drawing up tight against his body.

“There will be punishments if you come without permission,” Rain warned him, eyes warm, but serious.

He nodded, trying to put space between them. Rain didn’t let him. For every inch he wriggled to the side, Rain followed and slid ever closer until Rain leaned hard against him, from shoulders to ankles.

“There’s nowhere to go, boy.”

“I’m trying to be good.”

“You’ll need to learn to obey even when it’s very hard. Or if you want the punishment, you need to recognize that and learn to use disobedience to get what you want.”

“Are you into that? Pushy bottoms?”

“I don’t mind pushy bottoms. There’s a certain charm to them. I prefer when the deliberate acting out comes from an honest need that I’m not meeting.”

“This is much more cerebral than you’d think, isn’t it?”

“There’s a lot about the lifestyle that’s more cerebral than you’d think. I prefer a thinking sub to one who just acts and doesn’t know why.”

All he could think to do was nod. He liked using his brain, right? Right.

Rain closed their lips together again, breathing into him as they kissed.

Oh. Better. Okay. He let himself breathe, let himself suck in Rain-flavored air.

“You do better with doing than talking, don’t you?” Rain didn’t let him answer, simply went back to kissing him, tongue sweeping through his mouth.

He would never, never have thought that about himself. Never. Yet here they were, and he was, at ease with this kissing. It was comfortable and exciting at the same time.

Rain touched his throat again, teasing gently and sending shivers through him. His response had Rain groaning and deepening the kiss, making it even more breathtaking than earlier. He wrapped his arms around Rain’s shoulders and held on.

Rand slid his hand down farther, rubbing along his collarbone, and then his breastbone, coming close to, but not touching his nipples. That didn’t stop them from tightening up, though, as if they were trying to get Rain’s attention.

He had never responded so quickly, so eagerly. There was something about Rain, though, that had him, and all his instincts were on high alert, ready for the things Rain was doing to him.

Finally, Rain stopped teasing and flicked his finger back and forth across Tim’s right nipple, the pleasure going right to his balls like there was a wire between them.

His eyes went wide, his hips bucking up furiously, and he fought his needy cry. Rain pinched his nipple, twisted it, and he gasped.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Fairytale Shifters: Little Red Riding Hood

Here's a smutty excerpt of the latest Fairytale Shifter book Little Red Riding Hood.

Cardinal shifter Red works his tailfeathers off as a waiter at The Woods. He doesn’t mind working hard at the diner, but some of the customers have mean streaks and he’s an easy target. When wolf shifter Growler comes in one day for his lunch, he’s immediately taken by Red and even defends him from the porcine bullies giving Red a hard time.

Red’s boss Reisha warns him about getting together with Growler. The guy is a wolf and Red’s kind are nothing but a light snack to wolves. Still, Red likes to make up his own mind, and sometimes a little danger is fun to flirt with, especially if it gets him what he needs, so when Growler offers to give him a ride on his motorcycle, Red is quick to accept.

Predator and prey usually make uneasy bedfellows, but that doesn’t seem to be the case for Red and Growler. Will they be able to fly in the face of convention and find the perfect nest together?

Buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon

smutty excerpt:

G kept coming, stalking him, even though he wasn’t running.

He took one step back, but he tried to force himself to be still. G’s lips twitched, his nostrils flared and the look in his eyes became even more intense.

“You’re supposed to be seducing, remember?”

“Seducing, stalking, there’s a very fine line between them.” G kept coming.

“Is-is there?” His cock was hard as a rock. but it still felt like it was getting harder as G neared.

“Uh-huh. Especially when you put a predator and prey together.” G was suddenly right there, right in front of him and taking the glass from his hand. He hadn’t even realized he was still holding it.

“You promised not to hurt me, remember.” Red was reminding himself as much as G.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” G took his chin in those strong fingers and tilted his head up. Then the light disappeared, G’s kiss long and hard.

He gasped, the sensation absolutely stealing his breath. G took advantage of his gasp, tongue pushing in between his lips, fucking his mouth.  Oh, God. He reached for G’s shoulders, holding on.

Broad. Heavy. Wide. Oh, how lovely.

G growled softly, one hand sliding along his back, using his spine as a road and travelling along it. The touches left tingles in their wake, lighting up his skin. He moaned, tongue sliding against G’s, greeting him. Groaning, G tilted his head, and deepened the kiss. Red wrapped his hands tighter around G’s shoulders as he trusted G to hold him up. He was lifted, and his legs wrapped automatically around G’s waist.

“Good instincts, Red.” Holding him, G began to walk into the main room.

Red could feel G’s strength in every step he took and Red didn’t once worry that he would be dropped.

He kissed along G’s jaw, nuzzled the hollow under G’s ear. His touches earned him soft moans and happy chuffs, G’s breath blowing across the skin of his face.

He didn’t know where G was taking him, but he trusted it would be somewhere where they could continue making out. Sure enough, he was suddenly horizontal and G laid him out on the couch, coming down with him.

He gasped, his bird panicking for a second, then G cupped his jaw. “I have you.”

Those grey eyes were so steady, staring into him like they could see his soul. G breathed with him, one inhale after exhale after inhale. It all conspired together to steady him.

“I don’t try to be flighty. It’s my nature,” he admitted.

“Stick with me, Red. I’m solid.” G proved it by resting more firmly on him.

This time, instead of panicking, he reveled in the weight, in the heat of G’s body.

“Oh…” He snuggled right in.

“Yes. Oh.” G circled his hips, their cocks pressing together, rubbing through the denim of their jeans. Strong as that material was, it couldn’t disguise the heat and hardness of G’s magnificent erection.

That made him ache, and he rubbed, rocking against G’s heat. Groaning, G worked a hand beneath his T-shirt, sliding it from his stomach up toward his nipples. G took his time getting there, though, moving at the speed of molasses in winter. By the time his nipples were bared, his was vibrating all over.


Sean
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Smutterday - Office Hours

This is the third of the three books that are in the anthology At the Office that are now also re-released as single titles. Here is a smutty excerpt for it.


Office Hours

Thad Wells has had enough of lovers. He’s focused on his career -- hell, that’s hard enough, being the young professor fighting for his spot -- so when he, literally, runs into Jay on the green, he finds himself saying, no. No, he’s not interested.

Jay Banner, on the other hand, knows exactly what he wants and knows how to get it. He knows someone’s hurt Thad, and not in the fun, spanky way he does, when he wears his leathers, and he’s determined to get to know the young professor.

Things heat up between them, but they both have secrets, and no amount of book learning can educate two men who might have outsmarted themselves.

Previously released through a different publisher.  Also currently available in the At the Office anthology.

Buy links:
Amazon

smutty excerpt:

Squeezing Thad’s hand in his own, he let them in and then turned to give the man the kiss he’d been needing to take since they’d crashed together two days ago. The electricity between them flared—sharp and undeniable, the sensation slamming through him.

“Fuck.” He muttered the word between their lips, then they were kissing again, his tongue pressing against Thad’s lips, wanting in, wanting to taste. Coffee and heat. That’s what Thad tasted of, felt.
Groaning, he deepened the kiss farther, pressed himself against Thad’s slender body. Thad’s tongue slid against his, tasting him. He slid his hands around Thad’s hips, encouraging more closeness.

God. Hot. Thad was a little firecracker.

“Want you.” So much he didn’t want to stop kissing.

“Yeah.” Those hands slid under his shirt, fingertips working his belly, heading to his nipples.

“Sensual. I like that.” He kept the kisses going, his own hands holding onto Thad’s ass.

Thad murmured something unintelligible into his lips, one finger circling a nipple. He made a soft noise, trying to move his nipple into that finger. Thad avoided it, though, teasing him, and he laughed, breathless and needy, against Thad’s mouth.

Thad winked, deepened the kiss the barest bit, then backed off.

“Come on in. I’m on the second floor.” He grabbed Thad’s hand again and headed up the stairs.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I’m sure it’s a great idea.” He squeezed Thad’s hand and hurried them up—he wasn’t letting Thad’s nerves send the man backing out.

He opened the door, got them both inside, and shut the door.

Grabbing both Thad’s hands in his, he walked backward down the hall. “On the right there, that’s the living room, left is the kitchen and the bathroom. My bedroom is at the end here.”

“Nice place.” Thad didn’t even look away from him.

“Thanks.” He didn’t look away, either; he could make the trip to his bedroom in the dark, walking backward was nothing. He wanted that sweater off, wanted to look, wanted to touch. “This is my bedroom.” There were curtains but they weren’t drawn, the daylight streaming in. He’d made his bed this morning—go him.

Dropping Thad’s hands, he immediately went for the bottom of that sweater.

Thad touched his wrists. “We can leave it on.”

He laughed. “No, I don’t think we can.”

He tugged it up and off, Thad’s body tight and ripped, pale as milk, but so hot.

“Fuck.” His fingers went for the sweet abs, tickling over them before making a beeline for the little pink nipples.

“I…” Thad groaned, body arching as he found them.

“Sweet. I love a man with sensitive titties.” Oh, that little shocked look at his words made his balls throb. “And yours seem very sensitive.” He flicked them.

Thad stepped back away from him, shook his head, so he wrapped a hand around Thad’s hip, tugging him back in. “This is a—”

He stopped the words with a kiss. No, it wasn’t a bad idea. His tongue slid into Thad’s mouth, searching out that coffee-flavored taste again.

His hand slipped around Thad’s waist, thumb on the soft skin, and his other hand slid back up to tickle at Thad’s right nipple. The tiny bit of skin drew up, deliciously tight, and he had to flick his finger back and forth across it.

Thad gasped into his lips, panting for him. Groaning, he repeated the move, his tongue delving in. That tiny nipple was as hard as a rock, pushing into his fingers, so he plucked at it, stroked it.

“I…” Thad groaned, hands wrapping about his waist, the kiss going deeper.

He tugged Thad with him as he backed up toward his bed. It was just a double, but that would mean plenty of reason to snuggle.

Thad’s fingers worked around to his waistband, opening his fly.

“Mmm.” He sucked in, giving Thad room to get in there and work at his jeans, and, like a pro, Thad opened him, pulled out his cock. Groaning, he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding along Thad’s palm.

“Mmm. Horny.” Thad’s fingers wrapped around him, tugging his prick nice and steady.

He chuckled, or at least tried to—the sound was closer to a moan. “Like you’re not.”

Thad’s murmur was soft, sensual. “I never said a word, one way or the other.”

His own voice was closer to a growl, all needful and throaty. “I think you should, though. I think you should tell me how hot I make you.”

Thad shivered. “Shh.”

“Shh what?”

“Just let me touch you.”

Jay bucked up into Thad’s touch. “I’m not stopping you.”

Thad chuckled, hand moving faster, thumb brushing his slit on each upstroke.

He groaned. “Yeah, you make me hot, too. I’m on fucking fire for you.”

“Good.” Thad’s fingers were going to make him crazy.

He reached out again, tweaked Thad’s nipples, watching as the dull flush climbed up Thad’s belly. Humming, he rubbed those hard little bits of flesh beneath his thumb.

Thad’s rhythm stuttered a bit, his lips parted.

“Mmm. Yeah, that’s even better. How does it feel from your end, Thad?”

“Not bad.”

He laughed. “I’m not doing it properly if it just feels not bad.”

Thad’s chuckle made his smile wider. Bending, he took Thad’s nipple into his mouth, and Thad groaned, fingers squeezing his prick. He sucked harder, tongue flicking across the tip as that sweet nub tightened for him. Grinning, he gave it a bite.

Thad jerked, pulling away. “Easy.”

“I don’t want to take it easy on you, Thad. I want to make you fly.”

“Let’s just get you off, hmm? It’s your birthday.”

“I’m not a selfish lover.”

Thad’s cheeks went pink. “No, but this one’s for you.”

“If you can promise me you won’t duck out on me as soon as I come, I’ll go along with that.”

“Why are we talking?” Thad knelt down, took his cock into a perfect fucking heat.

“Fuck!” How was he supposed to think when Thad did that? He wasn’t a monk or a virgin, but it had been some time since he’d had a decent blow job, and Thad was more than decent at it. In fact, Thad’s mouth was pure heaven, sliding on his cock like Thad was starving and he was a banquet.

He slid his hands through the long hair, holding on as Thad sucked hard, licking and sucking at him, head bobbing. He tried to stay still, he really did. “Need to…”

His cock slipped into the squeezing pressure of Thad’s throat.

“Oh, fuck.” He wrapped his fingers in Thad’s hair and began to fuck the man’s lips, cock pushing into that tight throat again and again. Fuck. Fuck. So open. So ready for him.

He watched as his cock slid in and out, shiny with Thad’s spit. Fuck.

He shouted, pushing deep and coming down Thad’s throat.

He watched Thad swallow, saw how those lips were soft, swollen around him. “Sweet, Thad. Really amazing.”

The soft tongue stroked over his prick, cleaning it.

“Happy Birthday to me.”


Sean
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Smutterday - Full Disclosure

Full Disclosure was originally with Amber Quill and is in the At the Office anthology. Here's a smutty excerpt of it.

Samuel never thought the hardest thing about being a lawyer would be keeping his admin staff, but with Jeannie now leaving on pregnancy leave, he's gone through five since he became a partner. His newest assistant is Jarrod, a man who just might fulfill all his fantasies, even the ones he didn't know he had.

Jarrod has been hired to find out if Samuel is the leak, the person selling confidential information to the firm's opponents. He thinks it's going to be a run of the mill job until he actually meets his new boss, and then all bets are off. Samuel triggers every one of his Dom tendencies and he knows instinctively exactly what Samuel needs to have all his fantasies fulfilled.

Can Samuel and Jarrod survive the investigation and their attraction to each other or is it all going to come tumbling down in pieces?

Previously released through a different publisher.  Also currently available in the At the Office anthology.

Buy links:
Evil Plot Bunny
Amazon

smutty excerpt:

Samuel had considered just firing Jerrod. Then he considered jumping in a hole. Finally he found a reason to be out of town for three weeks and took it, only talking with Jerrod via email and periodically on the phone. By the time he got back, Samuel was feeling strong, settled, and able to hold his head up. So he had been looking at porn. He was a healthy, young male. That’s what men did. Damn it.

He walked into his office early, way earlier that most anyone, whistling as he got ready for the day.
A sound at the door had him looking, finding Jarrod leaning against the jamb, watching him. The brown eyes were dark, warm. “Well, hello there, boss-man. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming back.”

Straightening, Jarrod walked in like he belonged, like it was his office.

“I didn’t want anyone to forget what I looked like.” His office. He was the boss. Not Jarrod. Just. Him. “You’ve been well?”

Jarrod shrugged. “Felt a bit like a boat with a rudder, boss gone and all.” Jarrod came right on up to him, only stopping when they were about a foot apart. God, the man was intense. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you. I assume there isn’t any immediate business we need to deal with?” He didn’t back up one bit.

“I have a bunch of papers that need your signature. But nothing”—Jarrod licked his lips, gave him one of those once-overs he remembered from before he’d gone—“pressing.”

“Excellent.” See him. See him be in control. He resisted the urge to smooth his dress shirt, smooth his hair.

“Did you miss me?”

“Excuse me?”

“I think you heard me, boss-man. I asked if you missed me.” Jarrod chuckled. “You still need that spanking.”

Samuel growled, cheeks heating uncontrollably. “You must really want to be fired.”

“You’re not going to fire me.” Jarrod’s voice was low now, husky.

“You are an arrogant little bastard.” That was it. He was going to. Going to.

“Not so little, boss-man, I assure you.” Jarrod moved closer, face suddenly right there in his, and then Jarrod’s mouth descended on his.

The kiss was hard and sure, Jarrod’s lips pressing his against his teeth.

Jesus Christ.

Samuel jerked, pulling away, cock hard and aching in his slacks. “What the fuck?”

Jarrod followed him, backing him up toward his desk. “That comes later.”

“You’re out of your mind.” He could hear his heart pounding.

“No. But you’re almost out of yours, aren’t you?” Jarrod kept coming, kept backing him up until his legs hit his desk. “You’ve been thinking about it. Can’t get it out of your head. Oh, you convinced yourself you did. Fooled yourself. So you came back.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He worked here. He belonged here.

“Yes. You do. And you’ve been a very naughty man. Running away from me. You need to be spanked, Samuel.”

Jarrod took his arms and turned him, pressing up against his back, cock hard against ass, mouth at his ear.

“I’ll scream.” Well, that sounded stupid and queer as hell.

Jarrod chuckled, but it didn’t feel like he was being laughed at. “If you don’t, I’m not doing it right.” Jarrod licked a line from his collar up to his ear. One of Jarrod’s hands dropped to his belt, started to undo it.

“This isn’t happening.” He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

“Feels fucking real to me.” His earlobe was nipped, the top button of his pants undone, his zipper tugged down. “You feel real, Samuel. You feel like you need. And I’ve got what you need.”

“No.” His cock pushed out, slapping against Jarrod’s hand. “You don’t know what the fuck I need.”

Jarrod’s hand wrapped around his prick, tugging on it once and once only. “I know exactly what you need.”

He was bent over, his expensive trousers tugged down, exposing his ass, the air shocking against his balls.

“What the fuck are you doing?” They were at the office. In his office.

Work.

This wasn’t happening.

“Giving you what you need, Samuel.” Jarrod’s hand came down on his ass, slapping his skin. He could feel the outline of each finger on his ass cheek.

“Don’t.” Oh, fuck. It was like a fucking fantasy, like his fucking fantasy.

“Don’t what, Samuel? Do this?” That hand came down again, hitting his ass square on. Then again.

“Yes.” He pulled away, reaching back toward Jarrod’s hands.

“You’re telling me you don’t want this?” One of Jarrod’s hands grabbed his, the other one landed on his ass again. Then Jarrod was bent over him, hot against his back. “Tell me to stop, Sammy. Say ‘Jarrod stop. Jarrod leave.’ And I will.”

“I…” Another blow made him gasp, made him jerk. So fucking hot.

“That’s what I thought,” Jarrod’s voice grated. The next blow came just as hard, just as loud in the quiet of his office. His fucking office!

Two more blows followed in short succession; his ass began to feel like it was on fire. This rough, raw sound escaped him, hips rolling back. Whether it was toward the blows or away, he didn’t know.

“Oh, fuck, Sammy, yeah.” The blows kept coming, one after another, making him gasp and jerk, making everything else just disappear.

His head dropped forward, eyes closing as his thighs spread, bracing himself for more.

“So fucking hard for you, Sammy. Fuck.”

They found a rhythm together, like fucking, his hips pushing back into each blow, the sound ringing through the office.

When they stopped it was like a shock. The heat of Jarrod’s cock rubbing against him, the tip leaving a wet trail over his burning flesh, was an even bigger shock.

“Tell me you want it.”

His ass was on fire, thighs shaking furiously. Oh, God. Oh, God. “I…”

Jarrod’s cock slapped against his ass, and then he heard the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper.

Samuel thought he was going to stand up, pull away, but he wanted it. Wanted a good hard fuck. Wanted to feel Jarrod against his burning ass.

The head of Jarrod’s prick slid along his crack, pushed against his hole, but didn’t breach him, not before Jarrod’s hand slid around and took his cock in a hard grip. Then Jarrod pushed forward.

“Uhh…” He jerked, went up on his toes and just begged for it. Thick and long, Jarrod’s cock pushed up into him and made him feel every inch.

“Hot. Shit. Fucking tight. Oh, Samuel.” Jarrod’s voice groaned, the words ending in an almost whimper.

In and in Jarrod pushed, until the wiry hairs around the base of his cock rubbed up against Samuel’s burning ass. The whole world tightened to his ass, his cock, the fire between them. His need.

Jarrod made a growling noise and started to move, taking him hard. Each thrust slammed Jarrod’s cock deep, and had those hips pushing against his ass. His thighs slammed against his desk, the skin aching, bruising, and fuck it felt good. Jarrod’s hand worked his cock hard, jacking him as he was fucked.

The slap of flesh, their bodies hitting the desk, their gasping breaths, the sounds mingled with the sharp, musky scent of sex, the air redolent with them. Samuel started shaking, so close to coming he could taste it.

“Wait for it,” groaned Jarrod. “Wait ’til I say so.”

Harder, faster, the hand around his cock increased its pace as well, Jarrod pushed him hard, but made him wait. His entire body clenched, body jerking, balls drawing up tight.

“Just another…” Jarrod groaned, swore. “Fuck. Now. Now, Sammy!” The long cock slammed into his gland, and Jarrod’s shout filled the room.

His cock jerked, spunk spraying over his desk, ass squeezing that heavy cock tight.


Sean
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