Friday, October 31, 2014

Life of Anna Part 2 by Marissa Honeycutt

Title: Entwined (The Life of Anna, Part 2)
Author: Marissa Honeycutt
Genre: Very Dark Paranormal Erotica
Publication Date: October 29, 2014

Anna has two masters, one she hardly knows, but who makes her feel safe, the other she's known all her life and says he needs her.
Alex wants her to be free.
Devin demands her obedience.
As Anna takes her first steps into the world, into love, into friendship, she wonders if she will ever understand either of them.

There is a subculture within our own world that you’ve only heard whispers of. The conspiracy theorists wish they knew Anna’s story. What the conspiracy theorists think they know is only put out there to keep them from the real story.

This is not a stand-alone novel. This is the second of five novels that tell Anna’s story.

This book is for grown-ups. This book is not for people who are easily offended, get nightmares easily, or have difficulty reading books about tough subjects. I do not glorify bad things, but bad things do happen to my poor characters. This is not your typical love story. My heroine does not fall in love and live happily ever least not like the typical heroine. There is a happily ever after, but it is a long, painful journey to that end.
Anna’s story is told in five, novel-length books.
This book will likely offend you. This book might make you cry; it might make you throw up. It is a dark book. As my friend, Heidi, said, “It’s dark. It gets darker. It gets even darker, and then it gets even more darker. And then, just when you think it can’t get any darker, it does.”
But, don’t worry. I take you to the deep end gradually. ;)
There are many sexual situations in this series of books. People die. People get hurt. Things aren’t always truly the way they appear to be. The antagonist isn’t just a bad guy; he’s EVIL. My heroine’s worldview is skewed; things that may appall you are perfectly normal to her.
Any violence in this book is non-gratuitous and crucial to the plot and character development.
Do not read this if you are under the age of consent in your country. Do not get angry if the subject or actual book upsets you. If you're reading this, you've been warned.

This book series is about a sex slave. Therefore, there is sex in it. Lots of sex (though I took a bunch out. lol). Other disclaimers: Physical abuse, emotional abuse, physical torture, sexual torture, rape, death, violence, violent rape, gang rape, anal sex, regular sex, violent sex, violent anal sex, sex with non-sexual objects, sex with sexual objects, m/f, m/m, f/f, m/f/m, orgies, bloody scenes, disturbing scenes, scenes that might make you throw up or cry, scenes that make my characters throw up and cry, mindfucks, cursing, drug use, multiple snuff scenes, disturbing rituals, manipulation, brain-washing, people in disturbing situations (duh!), imperfect heroes and evil antagonists doing evil things.

Enslaved: The Life of Anna, Part 1

Entwined: Life of Anna, Part 2
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Marissa's story of Anna began with a dream about being kidnapped with Adam Savage from Mythbusters (Yes, really). Over the next year and a half, it morphed into the story you will be reading soon. She has several other stories in progress, one of which is based on her kidnapped dream.

When she's not writing or editing, Marissa is taking care of two young boys, training to be an astronaut, running her household, wrestling with gorillas, playing around on Facebook, promoting whirled peas, and busting her tush for her accounting degree. She enjoys chocolate, air conditioning in the desert's summer heat, really good strawberry margaritas, sleeping, and shopping.



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Title: That Man 4 (The Wedding Story Part 1)
Genre: New Adult Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 31, 2014
Cover Artist: Arijana Karcic, Cover It! Designs


Nelle L’Amour’s USA Today bestselling THAT MAN series continues with more laughter, more drama, and more scorchin’ hot Blake Burns. 
You are invited to the wedding of the century… 

700 guests and counting. 

All Blake’s tiger wanted was a small wedding in her parents’ backyard. 

But with Blake’s controlling mother calling the shots, not to mention the wedding planner from hell, Jennifer’s patience is tested.  

Meanwhile, Blake has to deal with a skeleton in the closet: a jealous, delusional woman from his past who harbors a secret… 

A big secret…one that threatens to tear the perfect couple apart. 

Will Blake and Jennifer get their happily ever after? 

The THAT MAN series concludes with the epic, gripping final episode, coming in December 2014.

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Nelle L’Amour is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin teenage princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment and toy industries with a prestigious Humanitus Award to her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty.

Her books include the highly rated Seduced by the Park Avenue Billionaire Boxed Set, Undying Love, Gloria’s Secret, Gloria’s Revenge and the That Man trilogy. Gloria’s Forever, a novella, will be published in Spring 2014.

“Are you ready for part two of this gift?”
My tiger eyed me suspiciously. “And that would be—”
“The fun part. You get to ride me.”
Jen’s face lit up like a little kid about to go on one of those coin-operated mechanical horsey rides. Wasting no time, she tore off my boxers she had on and repositioned herself, straddling my lap with my cock impaled inside her. Gripping her hips, I bucked her hard as she rode me up and down. I hissed. Fuck, yeah! This was good. So fucking good and for both of us. Holding on to my shoulders, she got to control the pace while I got to go as deep and as hard as I could. I repeatedly hit her G-spot with each powerful thrust. She shrieked with pleasure each time I did.
I gazed at her heated face. Her head arched back, she looked so impassioned, and I was mesmerized by the way the dangling earrings I’d just given her shook and shimmered. Quivering as if they were having little orgasms of their own. I was tempted to nibble her lobes but worried in my state of lust I might bite off an earring and swallow it whole.
I gripped her hips tighter as she accelerated her pace. The friction and heat of her rubbing against my thick length felt so fucking amazing.
“Do you like your present?”
“Oh, God, yes!” she panted out. “I’m so close to coming!”
“Good, baby,” I groaned.
On the next deep thrust, she fell apart with a thunderous “Yes” and I could feel her throbbing all around my pulsing cock. Her body shook as I grunted out my own explosive climax and met hers full on. Spent and sweaty, we collapsed onto each other, her arms wrapping around me. We stayed in that position for several sweet minutes as we rode our orgasms out.
Five minutes later, we were nestled side by side, her head resting on my chest. We were almost recovered.  Now close to five, the sun had begun its disappearing act and cast a mellow amber glow.
Jen traced lazy, ticklish circles on my chest. “Baby, I’ll never be able to top that birthday present.”
I playfully flicked the tip of her cute upturned nose. “Don’t worry, you will.”
“Do you have something in mind?”
“Yeah, I do.” I was turning the big three-O.
“How ‘bout a hint?”
“I want to wake up to my wife.”
I felt her jolt against me. “What are you saying, Blake?”
“What I’m saying is that I want to marry you on the day before my birthday.”
“December twentieth? Gosh, Blake. That’s only two months away.”
“Jen, we’ve been engaged for over five months and it’s time to set a date. My mother has been driving me crazy.”
Jen giggled. “Mine too. I keep telling her that we’ve just been too busy at work.”
Which was true. Except I’d checked our calendars and had come to the conclusion that Saturday, the twentieth, would be a perfect time to get married. With Christmas around the corner, most of our SIN-TV productions would be shut down and our offices would be closed until January third—giving us an opportunity to go on a two-week honeymoon. I explained all this to Jen. She agreed. It made total sense.
She rolled on top of me and gave me a hot spontaneous kiss. “Oh my God, Blake, we’re really going to get married!” The excitement in her voice was contagious. I smashed my lips against hers. “Yes, you’re going to become Mrs. Blake Burns, and tonight we’re going to break the news to our parents.”
“My mother is going to be so excited!” Jen beamed. “She’s been planning our wedding forever.”
I didn’t know if Jen could feel my heart skip a beat. I quietly gulped. And so had my mother. Instead of letting her know this, I urged her to take a shower with me and get ready for our dinner.
The future Mrs. Blake Burns had another surprise in store. 

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Chicago is in ruins. True evil has been unleashed upon the world, but no one seems to believe…

Milo and Killian attempt to free themselves from the madness David Wormwood left behind, but they quickly find themselves searching for the answer to an unknown riddle, something that has to do with a cult and the saying, “In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.”

The hunter is back from hell with the love of his life Laura, but has he really escaped the clutches of the demonic forces he sabotaged? He’ll find out somewhere in the bayous of Louisiana and inside the pages of a legendary book.

Abigail Williams has finally found the power she sought, but she doesn’t understand. Why doesn’t she feel good? Why doesn’t she feel immortal? And why does she keep pondering the question: Will the Pendulum swing towards who is right, or who is left?

John Dawson Jackson returns to the first book of his career with new stories, new characters, and plenty of bloodshed. If you were a fan of The Relics, prepare to be amazed!


Born in a ditch beside a busy highway, John Dawson Jackson never knew his parents. Taken in by wealthy philanthropists Mr. and Mrs. Cornelius Elmo Jackson, he was trained from the age of two in classical piano. A horrible accident left his arm damaged, ending his dream before it began. He was forced to undertake control of his adopted father's oil business, a company that allowed him to travel the globe and explore the far reaches of civilization. As he studied the ancient carvings of the Mesopotamians, he realized just how much of our history has been covered up by powerful people. These findings have been collected into his new novel The Relics 2. Or maybe that's a lie...maybe this is true... John Dawson Jackson is an independent author based out of the Knoxville, TN area who has a broad spectrum of interests. Predominantly, his novels integrate the genres of fantasy, history, and horror with intriguing mind bending qualities. All of his works are based in the supernatural and exist within the same universe--a sometimes frightening, but always exhilarating place where Jackson enjoys playing with the interconnectivity of what is real, myth, and rumor. His most recent novel, The Relics 2, charts a path through history, blending both fact and fiction as ancient objects of power shape lives and bring together some of the most interesting and terrifying characters the world has ever seen as they realize their collective destinies.


Thursday, October 30, 2014


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Title: Whatever You Do (Try Again, #2)
Author: Stephanie Smith
Release Date: January 15, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance


How do you trust someone who is everything you’re trying to avoid?

Harper Lindell is having a bad day. You know, if a bad day consists of getting fired from your cushy job and then catching your boyfriend red handed playing hide the salami.Sick of meeting the same guys over and over, Harper decides to try her luck at Internet dating. How bad could it be? Right?

Tate Washington wasn’t looking to meet anyone. Still dealing with the consequences of his one serious relationship, all he’s interested in is revamping his family’s behind-the-times café.He didn’t plan on seeing the beautiful receptionist from Argo again, walking into his life to use his café as a dating hub, and using him as a BFF.

Can Harper really trust Tate, who is everything she thinks she needs to steer clear of?

Can Tate wait while Harper works through her insecurities and fears?   


“Andrew?” I question as I reach the table.
“Yes. Harper, hello.” He shakes my hand and the first thing I notice are his warm eyes. They are gentle and sincere and I feel instantly comfortable with him. “Take a seat, please.”
He gestures to my seat before pulling it out for me to sit in. I smile up at him in thanks for the chivalrous action as I slide into the chair.
During our emails back and forth this week, Andrew and I had figured out that we are from similar small towns not far from each other. We laugh about all the misguided town folk and the classic ‘types’ every town has. The town clown who has thought of every invention under the sun, the do-gooder mayor, the old lady gossip group, and the crazy minister and his family. Of course I didn’t laugh at that last one, as true as it is, being the daughter of a minister and all.
“So what do your parents do?” Andrew asks.
“Umm.” I stall looking for a distraction, not wanting to make to him feel bad.
“What can I get you guys?” Tate offers and I’m grateful for the interruption.
“Oh gosh I haven’t even looked yet,” Andrew says as he picks up the menu from the table.
“Just the usual for me please.” As my eyes reach Tate’s his are wide with horror. I sit upright at the urgency in his expression wondering what the hell is going on.
He nods his head in Andrew’s direction and I glance over. Andrew is studying the menu oblivious to mine and Tate’s silent conversation.I look back at Tate giving him a ‘what’ look as he scratches his head then stiffly nods back in Andrew’s direction.
I sigh frustrated and look back at Andrew. He looks up from his menu and smiles at me before turning to Tate and placing his order.
I still don’t see a problem and look back to Tate with a ‘just fucking tell me’ look.
He begins running his hand through his hair as he harshly nods in Andrew’s direction again. I don’t even bother looking at Andrew again, knowing I’m not going to see anything different than before.
With wide eyes and a clenched jaw, I get out through gritted teeth, “I think that’s all.”
Tate sighs heavily, clearly frustrated and storms away from the table.
I shake my head and when I turn back to Andrew he is staring at me in confusion. “Sorry,” I giggle embarrassed he witnessed that final interaction between Tate and me.
“No worries.” He is sweet but his voice is wary. Tate and I probably looked like two mute idiots. How humiliating.
Andrew seamlessly continues our conversation. I use this opportunity to study him and search for the meaning of Tate’s irrational display.I didn’t really focus on Andrew’s features before. He’s not ugly, but he’s definitely not in the same calibre as Tate or Glenn.
Now that I’m looking closer at him, there is something off about his looks. I can’t put my finger on it but something doesn’t fit. It has to be something small like his eyes aren’t in line or his facial features are too far apart, maybe bad teeth or ears that are too big or small, but I can’t see any of that. All his features seem symmetrical and in proper proportion to his face, but something is definitely not right.
Out of the corner of my eye I see Tate flailing his arms about. I shoot a glance his way trying not to be noticeable only to see he is frantically running his hand through his hair before tugging on the ends. No, tugging is too tame, he is pulling hard on his hair.
I glance around the café and no one has seemed to notice Tate’s complete and mental breakdown. He’s lost it. Maybe it’s all the coffee fumes, they are really strong in here.
When I look back towards Tate he is on his way over to the table carrying our hot drinks. I roll my eyes at his determined stare and wonder what antics he has planned for us this time.
Tate doesn’t falter as he strides towards the table and proceeds to drop a hot cup of coffee all over the table and into Andrew’s lap. I gasp in shock at what is unfolding in front of me. Andrew jumps from his seat, squealing like a small girl. I watch horrified as his hair falls off his head and lands on the table in front of me.
My mouth drops open as I just stare at Andrew’s toupee lying in spilt coffee. Glancing up at Andrew I see the heat rising on his face and shiny bald head. I smile awkwardly at him as I pick up his hairpiece and hold it out to him as if it’s a pair of dirty underwear and I can’t stand to touch it.
He quickly swipes it from my hand and places it on his head, but not before I notice his whole head, bright red in mortification. It’s like a beacon calling in planes for landing. Andrew stares at me, his hairpiece on backwards and coffee leaking from it, dripping all down his face.
“I’m so sorry Andrew,” I whisper, as I place both my hands over my mouth. Shit, I can feel the laughter rising.
“No, I’m sorry Harper.” My gut churns on his behalf at the humiliation he must be feeling. The silence of the café surrounds us, lucky it’s not overly busy at this time of night. Andrew glares at Tate who smiles and raises his hands innocently, before Andrew storms out of the café not breathing another word, just leaving a trail of coffee in his wake.
“You’re welcome,” Tate says casually as he pulls a clean chair up to the table, before relaxing back into it and crossing his ankles in front of him. 

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Brooke Willis had everything she ever wanted: a happy marriage, volunteer placement at the art gallery, and the promise of starting a family with the man of her dreams.
Saxon Reed had everything he ever thought he needed: a successful career, nice cars, expensive apartment, and more money than he knew what to do with.
After losing her husband Brooke insists on taking over his company to keep his dreams alive. Struggling in an industry she knows nothing about, Brooke turns to Saxon, her husband’s best friend and business partner, for guidance and support. Their mutual grief, and Saxon’s need to look after his best friend’s wife, creates a connection beyond just business.
Can Brooke take over the company and find a new life without saying goodbye to the past? Can Saxon protect and care for Brooke without scaring her away? What happens when your heart doesn’t listen to your head? When lines are crossed and boundaries are pushed? 

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I'm first & foremost a reader & fangirl, I will always be first & foremost a reader & fangirl. I am on street teams, I pimp and I brag. I LOVE my Authors!!
I have recently started writing as a way to relax and spend some time for me. My first novel Wherever You Will Go is due to release later this year. I'm having so much fun writing my first story and I'm looking forward to the journey it is taking me on.


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Monday, October 27, 2014

Blue Dahlia
Vivian Winslow
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 16, 2014

Purchase: Amazon US 

Blue Dahlia is the first book in the second trilogy of Vivian Winslow's Gilded Flower series, featuring Lily Baron's free-spirited twin sister, Dahlia.

New York socialite Dahlia Baron is falling for her Latin lover, Rodrigo Cruz, the scion of the Mama Linda Latin foods empire, and hopes to take the relationship to the next level. But there's is a dark secret that she must deal with first in order to truly give her heart to him. When Dahlia visits the man from her past, will the undercurrents of her emotions let her go to Rodrigo or will they pull her back to the one person who stands between them?

Mature readers only. 18+

*****Five out of Five Stars *****
I was gifted a copy for an honest review and I must say...I loved Dahlia's story. 

Life is a crazy journey and this story is no different. When trying to go one direction your heart can take you in another...or even back to when it first started beating for another. This is the ultimate happy ending story and absolutely loved the journey getting there. 

With one relationship starting she can't move forward without ending the one that broke her heart and sent her running. Now having to face her past and the man who she ran from, can Dahlia truly move forward or will the past keep her where her heart knows it belongs. 

Second chances are what make love stories beautiful, but ultimately someone's heart gets broken and another's will get to heal. I honestly recommend this entire series to any romance lover! 

Vivian Winslow was born and raised in Southern California. Before becoming a writer, she made a career out of moving around the world every couple of years thanks to her husband’s job. She currently lives in New York City with her husband and two elementary school age children, and is grateful to finally have a place to call home for more than two years. New York is the perfect city to indulge her love of shopping, the arts and especially food.

If she’s not at home writing or running around the city with her kids, you’ll most likely find her indulging in pizza on the Lower East Side or having a cocktail at her favorite bar in Alphabet City. That said, she’s still a California girl at heart and would gladly trade in her heels for a pair of flip-flops to catch a sunset on the beach. .

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Sunday, October 26, 2014

Review: Ruin The Judgement

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Ruin The Judgement by Lucian Bane

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Being along for Ruin's journey has been...emotional to say the least. His soul purpose is to pass judgement and execute. Isadore is his bonded half, the woman he tied himself to and wants to protect and stay with.

Ruin and Isadore together carry out more of his assignments and, more often than not, she disagrees with them. In the final assignment, it may turn out to be more than either of them can bear.

By far this series has consumed me from page one and to the end of this third book. I am even more so looking forward to book four. This third book was by far the best one yet!

But knowing from previous works by Mr. Bane, I am tempted to say the absolute best is yet to come!!

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Title: Already Famous (Famous, #4)
Author: Heather Leigh
Release Date: October 26, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Drew Forrester is a regular guy from Boston, MA with an unusual job. His work keeps him from getting close to anyone, unwilling to give his trust, especially after a terrible betrayal when he left home at nineteen to pursue his dream. 

He throws himself into his work and his favorite way of releasing his frustrations, Brazilian Ju Jitsu and Mixed Martial Arts. He resorts to short term hook-ups, figuring he'll be alone forever. 

When a gorgeous redhead literally falls into his life, he decides that it's fate and pursues her relentlessly. But this girl is seriously damaged, and keeps secrets that he doesn't understand and can't get her to reveal. Her lack of trust and seeming paranoia about letting anyone get close to her leads Drew to keep some secrets of his own. 

This is a companion novel to Relatively Famous, told from Drew's point of view.  

Syd & Drew go jogging
Sydney is going to think I’ve lost my mind. She saw me in my dress-down, fan repelling clothes at the café and in my sparring shorts the first day we met. But the last two times I’ve seen her were in private, so I was able to dress like a normal person.
I texted her yesterday from The Hub before the game started to see if she wanted to get together today. She offered for me to join her on her run. That means going out in public, which in turn, means an ugly disguise. Since I can’t wear my wig in front of her, I grab my oldest, baggiest gym clothes and throw them on, praying that no one will recognize me.
The doorman, Richard I think, apparently knew I was coming over because he opened the door as I approached and told me to head straight to the elevator bank. I’m once again thankful that her lobby staff are so discreet.
I knock on 8A and when Sydney opens the door and takes a look at me, her reaction is purely comical. Her hand flies up to her mouth and she lets out a little bark of laughter. Her blue eyes are shining with amusement.
“Interesting choice of clothing,” she says, struggling not to laugh in my face.
Sydney looks delectable in her tight black Lycra pants and thermal running jacket, I’m unable to stop staring at her ass as she turns to let me inside.
I look like a complete bum and she called me on it, so I feel like I have to defend myself a little, even though she’s completely right. “What? I think I look like a guy who wants to work out.”
She eyes my tattered B.C. sweatshirt and Patriots skullcap and smiles, bumping me gently with her hip. “You look like you crawled out of a sewer and stole from the lost and found at a college student center.”
God she’s adorable. I wrap my arms around her tiny waist and drag her over to me, rubbing my two day old stubble all over her face and neck. “You love it!” I say as she squeals and struggles to free herself from my torture.
She’s laughing uncontrollably now. “Stop! It tickles! Stop it!” I laugh with her and reluctantly let her go.
Her body in her super tight clothing is dangerous, not only can I not keep my hands off of her, but I start to get aroused, which makes me flirtatious. “Well, we can’t all be as sexy as you when we exercise.”
Her gaze darkens at my words and her voice gets husky, letting me know that my charms have worked on her. “Trust me, you are sexy. It’s just hidden under all of that hideous clothing.” She smiles, continuing, “You know this is New York don’t you? Some might take offense at all of that Boston paraphernalia.”
Once again, she says something completely unexpected and I love it. “Am I wearing my human-repelling costume again, Miss Allen?”
“Why I believe you are, Mr. Forrester. But once again, it’s not going to keep me away. Now, let’s hit the pavement.”
Sydney leads me on what she says is her normal jogging route. She says she normally does anywhere from six to eight miles each time she runs. She’s in phenomenal shape. I admit that I wasn’t sure if she would actually run that far in this cold weather but she does.
We go all the way from the West Village to Battery Park and back up. It’s easier than sparring with Bobby or Damien, but it’s infinitely more difficult because I have Sydney’s Lycra-clad ass inches from me and I can’t do anything about it. More than once I think about yanking off her bright pink ear warmer, tying her hands together with it, and fucking her until she passes out. Not my finest moment, but I am glad I wore baggy sweats.
We walk the final half mile back to her building and enter her loft covered in sweat. The two of us stagger to the kitchen and Sydney hands me a cold bottle of water from her fridge, watching while I immediately down the entire liter. She’s drinking hers when I turn to her and say one word, “Shower?” Maybe she was thinking about sex the entire run too, because she doesn’t hesitate to hold out her hand and lead me to her room.
Sydney goes straight into the bathroom and starts the shower while I peel off my damp clothes and leave them in a heap on the floor. When I step into the en suite, she’s already in the huge enclosure, her toned body partially obscured by the layer of steam that’s formed on the glass. I stand there gaping for a minute, I don’t know if I’ve ever been so aroused in my life.
“Mind if I join you?” I open the door and press against her, kissing her inviting mouth. She eagerly lets me in, wrapping her arms around my neck and rubbing against me, quickly driving me to the edge of my self-control.
I place my hands on her waist and yank her hips into me, fitting my cock so it slides between her legs, but not inside her. Sydney lets me push her back until she’s flat against the tile wall, the hot water raining down on us as we devour each other, nipping and tasting each other’s mouths while our tongues twist together in ecstasy. The entire time I keep sliding my wet cock back and forth against her slit, devouring every moan that she makes as the friction increases her pleasure.
Needing more contact, I reach down and grab behind each knee, pulling her legs up and holding her against the wall by cupping her tight ass. I continue grinding my dick between us, up and down her folds as she whimpers into my mouth. Before I can protest, her hand snakes down and guides me inside her. I gasp at the feel of her bare skin clenching around my cock. It’s too much to take.
“Sydney, I can’t last like this. Are you on birth control?” I ask, barely able to sound out the words as the thrilling surge of pleasure nearly blinds me.
“No, just pull out. I need you Drew,” she moans and bucks against me again, nearly incapacitating my ability to think. Fuck, she’s going to kill me. What if I can’t pull out in time? The only thing that stops me is my overwhelming respect for Sydney. My head drops over her shoulder and I press my forehead into the wall so I can regain control of myself.
“Sydney, I can’t do that to you.” I slide out of her and reach over to turn off the water. “Keep your legs around me.” I carry her out of the shower and put her on the counter next to the sink. “Wait here,” I demand, staring at her until I’m sure she won’t move. Sydney watches me with heavy lidded eyes as I hurry and pull a condom out of my discarded pants and rush back into the bathroom as I’m rolling it on.
“Hurry Drew,” Sydney begs as she digs her nails into my ass and pulls me back between her legs only happy once I sink back inside her tight heat.
She’s immediately groaning and writhing and it quickly spirals into something too intense for me to handle. The sensation of our wet skin slapping together as I fuck her, sends sparks flying across my field of vision. Any remaining shred of rational thought that I had left, leaves my body and once again my dick is now in complete control. I grip her hips hard enough to leave bruises thrust violently into her, pinning her against the counter.
Once I pick up the pace, Syd starts convulsing and screaming, pulling my hair fiercely as she comes apart. Shit, she must have wanted this as badly as I did because she is fucking gorgeous as she comes. Trying to hold her slippery body in place on top of the counter takes a lot of effort but it’s worth it. I continue diving in and out of her tight pussy, the unbelievable rightness of it overwhelming me. Hot and wet and gripping, I can detect every movement she makes.
“Hold on to me Sydney!” I yell as I keep driving in and out, slamming in deeper each time. She tightens her arms around my neck and moans into my mouth when I lift her up and fuck her hard until I come forcefully into her, sparks of pleasure shoot down my spine and through my balls until I’m completely empty. Spent and panting, I lay my forehead on her shoulder, still holding her up against the sink.
Sydney loosens her tight grip on my neck and slowly lowers her feet to the floor. Still recovering, all I can do is stand there, leaning against her as I breath heavily into her wet, disheveled hair. She runs her mouth gently up and down my neck and shoulder until I finally have the energy to look up. Overcome with emotion, I kiss her gently and pull her close, wrapping my arms around her back.
“How about we shower again, using soap this time?” she asks, then she laughs and squirms out of my arms so she can turn the water back on.
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I grew up in New England and currently live outside Atlanta, GA with my husband, two kids, a French Bulldog and a pug. I'm a full-time procrastinator and a part-time everything else. I love the Red Sox, chocolate, and traveling. When I'm not writing, I'm dealing drugs legally as a pharmacist.  
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