Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Final Day with Xandra James

Xandra was kind enough to drop the charges of forced imprisonment and as a show of good will she has left me some information to share with you.

On the understanding that I publicly say "I promise not to hog tie Xandra anymore." Are you happy now Xandra!

Anyway let me cheery myself up and share what she left....



Shadow Justice by Xandra James

Blurb:

Luka is a bounty hunter who just wants to do his job and get paid. Being a banished Shadow, he'd learned the bitter lesson long ago that he was alone, after he was expelled from his home world by his own blood. Now, he needs to understand why he is wanted dead while his desire for the fiery-haired witch erupts out of control.

As a rare moon-witch, all she's ever known is a life of misery under the oppressive Fae-Guard. Nine years ago Cerys escaped the Meta-World after regretting the forced banishment of a Shadow. Now, she leads a normal life without her abilities, and all she wants is to blend in. When a bounty hunter wants to take her back for a crime she didn't commit, she's willing to take a chance on her future by trusting the man who had no idea she'd wronged him years before.

Exerpt:

“You’re so beautiful.” She smiled, and it made his nerve endings tingle. He wanted this so bad. It was like he’d never touched a woman before, and his body craved the release only she could give him.

His tongue traced down over her belly, teasing the navel until he dipped lower, brushing his lips over her panties until she squirmed with pleasure. Luka smiled and his finger ran along the edge of the material, sliding underneath very slightly so he felt the softness of her skin beneath.

Cock swelling to massive proportions, he shifted so he was face-to-face with Cerys once more, but his hand lingered around her abdomen.

Luka watched as her mouth opened wider and she took a sharp breath that held a hint of a moan as his hand finally slipped beneath the thin material and touched her pussy lips. Pleasure rippled through him as he felt her beautifully shaven skin, so soft to his touch. He took her mouth with barely concealed urgency.

Fingers dipping inside her, he tested her moistness and found her slick with need. He was glad, knowing he wouldn’t have been able to wait too much longer. She was too perfect and his body was too pent up.

Rolling to the side of the bed and up to his feet, he shrugged off his jeans, but not before taking a condom from his wallet, and Cerys smiled. He grinned back before grabbing her feet and pulling her toward him.

“Hey!”

He flipped her over to her front quickly and pulled her up to her knees.

“I’ve been fantasising about this ass my entire life.” Her smile was seductive and teasing, and Luka realised to his horror he was only half joking. Her ass in the air thankfully distracted him from thinking any more about those unwanted, but not surprising, feelings.

Luka pushed down his shorts, and his cock was ready for action. He quickly rolled down the rubber before stepping forward and nudging his erection against her ass cheeks. He reached forward and unclipped her bra then hooked his fingers in her panties to rip them down to her bent knees.

Fingers back in between her legs, he pushed his fingers deep inside her pussy once more, stretching her as she sat back onto his fingers slightly, gasping.

“You’re so fucking wet.”

“I want you, Luka.”

He wasted no time once he found her opening with his cock, thrusting hard and deep. Grasping her hips to steady himself, he controlled the speed of their lovemaking with gritted teeth, dying to reach his climax within her, but making himself slow down.

“Harder, harder,” she grumbled, and her words caught him by surprise and he almost finished right there and then. Instead, he did as she asked and pummelled her pussy, her lovely backside rippling as he fought for control again.

Fingers reached around and down in between her legs until he found her wet clit, stroking it as she shuddered. Leaning over her more, his other hand pushed her bra farther out of the way and took hold of her breast and pinched the hard nipple before squeezing the rest of her firm mound.

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Hmmm Luka......

I just want to thank Xandra for stopping by, and for dropping the charges!!  Cheers doll!!

Join me next time for Kiru Taye and some hot, HOT stories!!

No remember: sneaking up on your Dom/me when they are sleeping and beating them with a pillow is just asking for a spanking, don't say I didn't warn ya!



 

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Day Two with Xandra James

So I was kinda forced to let Xandra go....*moans about threats of legal action* I mean you tie one person up against their will and force them to blog and suddenly you are a bad person!! 

Anyway, before she was removed to the safety of waiting authorities, she left me details of Reluctant Revenge....seriously this is one of my personal favourites!!


Reluctant Revenge by Xandra James

Nash was bound to her completely – by a blood connection and a deep desire. An Enforcer for the Supranormal community, he was obligated to protect the sexy assignment from those who coveted her future Angelic abilities, but can he forgive the woman whose family had devastated his world?

Sienna, upon the realization she'd been betrayed by her family for keeping her birthright a secret,seeks solace in the arms of her surly and reluctant protector; a demon hybrid with a secret of his own. Can she come to terms with her destiny after discovering that she could be as dangerous as those Nash was protecting her from?

Excerpt:

She was going to die and then have to lie in the morgue with a hole in her head wearing a dress that looked better on the hanger.

The second shot of the evening rang out and Sienna closed her eyes. She waited for the moment that her body was ripped apart by hot metal. A moment or two later, when pain wasn’t forthcoming, she opened one eye and looked down at herself. No blood. Opening the other eye she sighed. Had she had a reprieve?

Another gunshot sounded behind her, jolting her from her thoughts and making her bring her hands up to her ears as she unceremoniously hit the deck, knees first. Where was it coming from?  There was slight movement from one of the doorways a short distance down from where she was half sprawled. Sienna blinked, trying her best both to stay inconspicuous and to actually see what was going on, but the other shooter stayed hidden in the shadowed doorway.

The man who had been chasing her dropped to the ground and shimmied the few feet across the dirty alley, right at her. The moment he’d caught sight of her, a frenzied smile spread across his chubby face. Frantic, Sienna searched for an escape route, still wary of the other potential threat possibly shooting at her from behind. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t quick enough to get away. The man grabbed her wrist, twisting her towards him. His eyes were rife with emotion; anger and fear battled for supremacy.

“No, leave me alone, you pervert!” He had a strong hold on her, but she still punched and kicked out at him. “Help me, somebody. Please!” her voice echoed around the taller buildings.
“Quiet, bitch.” He pushed her hard against the dumpster and knocked the wind out of her, some of the fight ebbed away as her back throbbed. Sienna began to cough in earnest.
“Throw the gun down, or I kill her right now.” She blinked as she finally saw the second man, only now stepping out of the doorway across the way. Moonlight reflected off his weapon as Sienna took in the large, still faceless, shape.
She took her chance as her captor trained his gun on the mystery man, squirming out of her attacker’s grasp and onto her feet. An arm snaked around her neck, holding her against him though before there was a chance to take flight. He squeezed and she felt her eyes bulge.

Sienna could just make out that the other man walked towards them then, his gait slow and calm. She could see him better and wow, he was good looking. Hands were up in a gesture of surrender but his gun was still there in his right hand. He looked extremely dangerous. A fizzle of awareness tried to flutter in her chest but the fingers tightened a little more around her throat and the world started to shift.

Sienna wheezed, the restriction too much. This was going to be a slow and agonizing death, she just knew it. And what had she done to deserve it? Looking up at the sexy man standing just feet in front of her now, she could at least concede that her final look at this earthly plane would be at something of beauty. She just hoped in that last crucial moment she didn’t drool.

“Let’s put our cards on the table here, mate. You’re not going to kill her – she’s too important to your boss. You weren’t expecting anyone else to be here tonight though were you? So why don’t you just go back to your employer and tell him it didn’t quite go as planned. You walk away, no harm, no foul.”

Oh dear Lord but his voice was sexy, velvety even. Fabulous, she was this close to being popped and she was fawning over a guy with a gun. No wonder she was single and had men run out on her on dates.

“I won’t tell you again, Demon, drop the gun or I drop her. And don’t go trying anything. I’m immune to your Magick.”

Huh? The idiot was as confused as she was.

“Only my friends call me a Demon to my face and get away with it. Just.” In any other circumstances, Sienna would have called a time-out on this conversation and asked what the hell was happening. Right now, she was pretty sure that her mind was playing tricks from the lack of oxygen. It had to be. The alternative was that they were talking about Demons and Magick and that would be just stupid.  Either way, the good looking man in front of her looked ready to rip this guy’s head off. She managed a glance up to the man who was still holding her in a death grip.

Beads of sweat appeared on her attackers’ forehead. Sienna wondered how much longer she could last before she lost consciousness. A minute? Seconds? Her options had all but run out but there was one last thing she could try.

Her concentration centred, she jammed her foot into where she thought his instep would be and hit the jackpot. His grip loosened as he pulled his foot away from her and she took in as big a breath as she could. He turned his head to snarl at her, his gun now pointing directly at her temple. There was nothing she could do to prevent it. A shot fired and she gasped as her windpipe was no longer being squeezed but her feet weren’t on solid ground anymore.

Sienna attempted to brace herself as she hurtled towards the ground face first but large hands grasped her waist before impact. She was lifted away from her sweaty attacker as he fell with a thump in a tangle of limbs.

Half dragged, half carried down the alley that only minutes before she had fled into, Sienna’s brain struggled to keep up. Its oxygen starved state couldn’t even figure out if she’d actually been shot when the gun had fired. There was no time for thinking though as she was bundled into a Jeep.
Sienna glanced back at the body they’d left lying motionless on the ground. She swallowed in an attempt not to throw up.

“Who are you?”

He turned to look at her as he went to close the car door. A smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes hovered around his full lips. She licked her suddenly parched ones.

“Me? I’m the one that just saved that pretty little ass of yours.”

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If you come by tomorrow I may introduce you to Luka, Xandra's hero from Shadow Justice....but only if you are really good!

Until then, Remember: Submissions doesn't make you weak,  it takes a strong soul to hand over control to another person.

 


Monday, 28 May 2012

Author Spot Light - Day One - Xandra James

So I was enjoying the sun the other day and thought to myself.....who should I have on my author spotlight next and suddenly I remembered a message from a mate of mine, Xandra James.

I put out the call and well, lets say my people spoke to her people who had her tied and gagged and waiting for me when I was ready to do this post.

See it's not what you know it's who you know!!!  

So without further ado let me step out of the way and force....I mean let, Xandra to Introduce herself to you...


It's great to be here at bestselling Cherie Nicholls' blog – even if she did threaten me with bodily harm if I didn't keep my appointment!

So I've been asked to tell you a little about me. Okay, well, let's stick to the exciting stuff, huh? *cough* I'm a British romance author, living near the sea in sunny (at the moment) Kent. I'm writing this from my dining room where I watch the trees blow and the little birds gorge themselves on whatever they can find (I've just fed the little critters and it's like Tesco's on Christmas Eve out there).  
So anyway, at any given moment, I could fall into the role of (bad) housewife, romance writer or wrestling walls at a building site. Life is rarely dull although I could do without my cleavage being a catch-all for building debris. 

I'm a procrastinator by nature and get distracted by shiny things (namely the internet). Stubborn, moody and Xandra go hand in hand. And I'm not sure when the last time I ironed was. Not a bad thing, in my eyes. 

I love long walks by the sea, cosy nights in and men that don't look like gorilla. Oh, hang on. Wrong intro…

And that's about me.

I'll leave you with an excerpt of my release from my soon to be released short story, Her Demon Charms (Keyboards and Kink anthology).

Thanks for having me Cherie. May I be untied now?



Excerpt:

The leather jacket she wore, despite just about covering her ass, was only actually covering a thong and sexy bra. And she was hoping that Alex would be discovering that fact pretty damn soon. May stepped to the curb and looked down the road where he had disappeared to and elegantly tumbled down the step.

“Fuckity, fuck.” Luckily she’d caught herself with one hand on the pavement but not before mooning a passing taxi. She righted herself before she could embarrass herself any further and checked her stupidly high heels for scuffs. Bloody things would probably be the death of her.

May was so distracted by her own idiocy she didn’t realize it was Alex who’d pulled up next to her. She glanced towards the vehicle and did a double take. Well, well, well—he was full of surprises. She’d put him down for something sexy and fast. His car was sexy alright, just vintage as well. An Aston Martin—probably more expensive than her flat.

A niggle of doubt settled in her stomach but she dismissed it. Maybe he was a very good computer programmer, as he’d told her he was. With family money. She nodded to herself as she settled into the plush interior of the car. Yes, that must be it.

“Beautiful car,” May murmured as she held the gaze of the man whose hunger heated the space between them. Finally his eyes dropped and she knew what he was seeing. Had she deliberately allowed her coat to ride so high, to expose the tops of her inner thighs to him? The temptress in her laughed seductively. The woman inside wanted to deny it, wanted to scream at Alex to see the person beneath the beauty and the charm.

“Thank you.” He was a man of few words, something she appreciated. She could definitely live with that. 

He was still looking his fill, and her inner vixen wanted a little foreplay and she finally admitted she did too. Her hands rested on her thighs, gently rubbing up and down. May watched the torrent of expressions cross his face before looking at her hands. She liked the red of her nails as she opened her thighs slightly and dipped her hand to rest gently on her knickers, noting to herself how wet they were becoming. 

May let her fingers play there a little before finally resting her hand back on her thigh again and looking back into Alex’s face. He looked about ready to explode, his face ruddy and his lips wet.
“Where to?” His voice was husky, croaky, and May liked to think he was as excited as she was for this. They’d skirted the issue of sex the whole time they’d spoken online but it was always there. 

“Take me home. And make it fast.” 

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Great excerpt Xandar....ok I guess I can let you go....for now...

See tell me that didn't wet your appetite!

You can find out more about Xandra here





Join me tomorrow when we get into a little Reluctant Revenge!!

Until then (I saw this on a twitter feed totally made me smile) Carving your initials into all the paddles.....is just asking for a serious spanking...just saying!
 





Sunday, 27 May 2012

The sun is smiling and so am I

The last two weeks, maybe three have seen me go through a plethora of emotions, from fear and uncertainty to jubilation and happiness.

In the early hours of a Saturday morning I had finally sent of Book 2, in the Shifters of Hillside series, Leashed by a Wolf is book 1. Claiming Clara left my email and straight away I started to freak out.

Why did I send that? It's not good enough!

OMG they haven't replied yet, it's been a whole 15 minutes! They hate it.

Dear God did I send it to the right email address?

Did I give them the right email address for me?

That was pretty much everything I thought, on a loop, for the next days..... until I woke early one morning... and checked my email. (smart phones rule). There was an email from the publisher.

Laying there in the morning light I took a breath and opened the email.....

...... We loved your story, and I’m delighted to offer you a contract for publication........

Right there, in my bed with the hazy sunlight streaming in through crack in the curtains I did the only think I could think of that wouldn't wake the rest of the household. 

A laying down happy dance....no not that sort of "happy" dance.

I literally did a shimmy and even throw in the "walk like an Egyptian" move or two.

The weather here had been awful. Rain, hail, storms all sorts of extremes. But to me from that point on the sun had his, or her, hat on and I was walking on sunshine. 


Now days later I am still flying high and waiting, perhaps not patiently, for cover art!


Claiming Clara will be out on August 13th and I am more scared and proud and terrified and excited then I can even begin to describe.


I then went away with my mum and one of my sisters for a few days.....side note...when you are the baby of the family, not matter how old you get when your older sibling gets an idea you had better go along with it or else.... my sister decided we needed to try out the camera on my new phone...which I am loving fyi.


This is one of the results...don't ask..just don't ask...





Yes, that is me sitting is a field....no there are no fields like that in London...just so you know.

 The weather had turned and from behind the clouds came the sun, shining brighter then it had previously this year. It was just a the cherry on the cake from all the panicking and worrying and well, rain.

Now it is nearly time for me to go back to work, and although I would rather stay home....fingers crossed for that winning lotto ticket...I am just relaxed enough to go back and enjoy it again.....famous last words I know!

I hope your last few weeks have been just as great and if you have had the chance to enjoy the enjoy the sun. Remember suntan lotion is your friend, especially if you are white as snow like me!

Until next time: Remember: graffiting the walls of the dungeon with Kitten Rules! is not big of clever...don't say I didn't warn you!

 



Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Last day with Doris O'Connor

Doris is head off again today, I just want to thank Doris for taking the time to visit with us. Thanks Doris!

For her last excerpt Doris is leaving us with Lucus, can teach me a thing or two about persuasion!



You'd think a three thousand year old vampire would believe in forever. Not Lucas. He has an escaped demon to hunt and no time for the follies of humankind. When strip-o-gram Coralie arrives on his boat, she awakens human instincts long buried, and protecting her becomes of paramount importance.

Coralie, standing in for a friend, is mortally embarrassed at having stumbled onto the wrong boat. The vampire wannabe she encounters makes her body sing in ways she never thought possible. Finding out that he is indeed the real thing throws everything she ever believed in into doubt. 

With the demon closing in and the future of humanity in peril will they manage to find their forever?

Excerpt
Coralie kept her finger on the buzzer this time, all too aware of Lucas's amused presence behind her. He'd said they were finished, for pity's sake, so what was taking Jerry so long? It took seconds to shimmy into underwear and a top––unless, of course, shifters gave you the same kind of mind-blowing, limb-weakening orgasms that vampires seemed to. She shifted away from Lucas's cool presence at her back and cursed her traitorous hormones, which had heat climbing into her cheeks and moisture seeping into her knickers. Lucas chuckled behind her and she turned around to glare at him, but her smart retort died on her tongue.
The genuine smile on his face took her breath away. He was devastating enough when he was broody, but that open smile and the twinkle of amusement in his green eyes made her wish he would smile more. Her heart gave a suspicious little lurch and she dug her hands into the pockets of her jeans to stop herself from tracing the laughter lines around his eyes. Now was not the time to get emotional over him.  He's a vampire, remember.
But her silly little heart wasn't listening. She just stood grinning at him like some girl on her first teenage crush, and his smile deepened.
"Keep looking at me like that, Chere, and we won't make it in to see your friend." 
"Promises, promises," she grumbled under her breath, and Lucas chuckled again whilst pulling her back into him. He nuzzled into her neck and Coralie sunk into his embrace.
"That's better, Chere. Relax. After all, we want Jerry to believe that you fell head over heels in love with me and that's the reason you haven't been around."
"Oh, she'll never believe that. I don't do men and I certainly don't fall that easily."  The words tumbled out far too breathlessly and Lucas's hold on her tightened. He nipped her earlobe playfully and Coralie didn't quite manage to suppress a shiver in response.
"So you say, mon coeur, but your body tells me otherwise." His tongue traced the shell of her ear and his hand wandered underneath her t-shirt, skimming the underside of her breast. Her nipples tightened in response and she could feel his smile in the butterfly kisses delivered along her neck and collarbone. Her head fell back and Lucas caught her moan in his mouth. He moved her sideways to deepen the kiss, whilst his other hand delved underneath the waistband of her jeans. She instinctively spread her legs to give him better access and he broke the kiss, his now dark green eyes twinkling in approval.
"That's it, let me in, Chere."
The growled words settled low in her core. His fingers delved underneath the elastic and she moaned her words of denial, "Lucas, we…we can't," even as her body went up in flames, feeling his fingers sinking deep into her wet core. His harsh breath skimmed across her neck and her hands grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, as his thumb settled on her clit and she moaned her need into his shoulder.
"Do…don't stop, please."
Lucas moved her into the shadow of the stairwell, where the harsh fluorescent lighting didn't reach, with a strained, "I've no intention of stopping."
He increased his pressure on her clit and inched her against the wall, until he surrounded her. Arousal overtook all reason and Coralie rubbed her aching breasts against his chest. He groaned his approval, his fangs glistening white in the dim light. Coralie shuddered in sensual overload when he pulled her shirt up and bit her nipple through the lace of her bra. He soothed the sting with his tongue, his strong sucks shooting down to her clit. She almost screamed in disappointment when he pulled his fingers away. He smiled at her and shook his head at her fevered moans of denial.
"Shh…I got you, Chere." 
He pulled both their jeans down with movements too fast for her to catch. The cool air hit her heated flesh when he raised one of her knees. Pushing her underwear away, his cock slid into her, the cool stretching sensation alone almost sending her over the edge.  She clung onto his shoulders as he thrust into her, his tongue mirroring the actions of his dick buried in her so deep, every movement hit her womb and stroked along her G-spot. She screamed her release into his mouth and his hands on her hips tightened as he groaned his own climax.
Lost in the aftershocks zinging through her body, Coralie missed Jerry's door opening. In the blink of an eye Lucas had them dressed, and Coralie found herself staring into the confused eyes of her best friend.
Heaven only knew what she must look like.  Probably quite similar to Jerry, who looked her up and down with an incredulous expression on her flushed face. Wearing nothing but a man's shirt, the long legs Coralie envied bare, Jerry looked as though she had just fallen out of bed. Coralie's blush deepened, recalling Lucas's earlier words. Clearly Jerry had just fallen out of bed with the half-naked hunk standing behind her. Jenkins's amber eyes held a hint of his wolf as he ran his gaze over Coralie's body. His nostrils flared and he smirked, before Lucas's growl wiped his face free of any expression.
Jerry's eyes widened at that growl and Coralie wished the floor would swallow her up. Good God, in all the time they’d known each other, she'd walked in on Jerry more times than she could count, but never the other way around. Talk about embarrassing.
Before Coralie could force any words past her lips, still swollen from Lucas's kisses, Jerry laughed and drew her in for a hug.
"Don't just stand there, you ninny. I reckon you've given the neighbors enough to talk about for one evening. Come in and bring Mr. Delicious in with you."  Jerry glanced up at Lucas with a coy smile whilst pulling Coralie into the flat. "You must be something to get Coral here all hot and flustered."
"Jerry, please, this is embarrassing enough." Coralie rolled her eyes at her friend.
Jerry responded with another gale of laughter.
"Really, Coral, the hallway? And there I was thinking you were a lights-out, under the sheets only, kinda girl." She shut the door and beamed at Lucas. "Well, whoever you are, I like you already for helping Coral relax a bit. It's been far too long since she's let her hair down…or should that be her knickers out?"


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Thanks again Doris! Loving me some Lucas it has to be said!!!

Come back next time when I will have Xandra James visiting....note to self: let Xandra know she is on whether she likes it or not!

Before I got....remember being at a play party and screaming "oh the pain and humiliation is more than I can take" just to scare the new subs....not big or clever....

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Day 2 with Doris O'Connor

Day 2 with Doris and she is has giving us a little peek in to Too Cold to Love and for the record can I just say Marco equals YUM!




Marco Giovanni has shut off his emotions following a messy divorce. His small daughter and his chain of bakeries are all he needs in his life. The string of nannies are an unfortunate necessity he could well do without. So why does his body have to remember its needs now with the latest and most unsuitable nanny ever?

Elise has always been the responsible one, so when she receives yet another SOS phone call from her wayward twin, she does the only thing she can do, she steps into her shoes. Having to go back to nannying is hard enough, the unexpected attraction to her arrogant employer is impossible to deal with. Especially when she is forced to agree to a marriage of his convenience to pay off the debt her twin accrued.

In a marriage based on blackmail can passion turn into love, or will secrets and lies destroy all?

Excerpt:
Marco's knowing gaze met hers in the bathroom mirror, and the heat she saw in his eyes started a slow answering fire deep within her. Awareness sparked between them.
The towel slowly slipped from her fingers. The ice hit the tiled floor with a thud and broke the spell. She almost ran into the other room and frantically tried the other door.
"I have it on good authority that they are fire doors, my lovely, so I'd give up now. I like your shoulders just the way they are, cara mia."
Marco leant against the door frame propped up by his good shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest, a slow smile on his lips. He checked the lock on the bathroom door.
"And I'm pleased to note there isn't a lock on here, lest you decide to go hiding in another bathroom. I seem to recall you were rather fond of that on our honeymoon."
Elise winced, followed by a vivid blush as she remembered their wedding night.
Marco simply smiled. He slowly advanced towards her, and Elise backed away until she bumped into the wall. He reminded her of a predator stalking his prey.
"Marco, we need to talk."
One last long stride brought him so close his thighs touched hers, and he put one hand either side of her head.  His big body crowded her against the wall, and his sinful mouth hovered over hers.
"So talk, cara mia. I'm all yours."
His hot breath fanned across her face, and Elise closed her eyes. She bit back a moan when he kissed her nose and rained butterfly kisses along her jaw line. He suckled gently on just the right spot on her neck to make her knees turn to jelly.
"Marco…please…stop…"
Somehow she found the strength to put her shaking hands on his chest, only to meet hot, hard, male flesh. This time she couldn't stop the very feminine moan escaping. Was that needy sound really her?
Apparently so, judging by Marco's low groan in her ear. He moved his hand to cup her breast, the nipple thrusting shamelessly into his caress.
"You don't sound as though you want me to stop, cara mia. In fact, I would hazard a guess that you're wet enough for me to fuck you right here."
The crude words should have shocked Elise, but instead she whimpered in response to his words. He ground his hips suggestively into hers until the full force of his erection rested against her pussy. Heat flooded between her thighs, and she pulled his head down for kiss.
"You're talking too much, Tarzan."
She caught a quick glimpse of triumph in his glittering eyes before his mouth claimed hers. His tongue tangled with hers, and they both groaned. One of his hands fisted in her hair, and the other lifted her skirt. He cupped her mound and murmured his approval.
"You're so fucking wet for me."
He bunched the sodden material of her underwear in his hand and pulled. The move brought delicious pressure to her clit, and Elise panted in excitement. Cool air hit her slick folds when the material gave way with an audible rip. His large hand replaced the fabric, and her pussy clamped down on the fingers he thrust into her channel. His teeth nipped her neck, nudging her arousal up another notch, and he kicked her feet apart to spread her wider. She clung to his shoulders, rubbing her breasts against his chest, and he swore. He thrust two more fingers into her hungry cunt, and she lifted her leg to give him better access. He withdrew his fingers, and Elise tensed when he inserted one slick digit into her anus.
"Relax, pasticcino."
His eyes sought hers, and he smiled. He kissed her, and Elise relaxed into the strange sensation. When he inserted another finger into her tight hole, she gasped into his mouth. He thrust slowly in and out of her, and Elise pulled him closer to her still, as her hips moved of their own accord. Unused nerve endings sprang to life, and darts of pleasure skittered to her clitoris. Her breath came in short gaps, as her arousal built.
"That's my girl. I knew you'd like this." Marco's strained voice in her ear was the sexiest sound she'd ever heard. She pushed down on his fingers, seeking more, and moaned her disappointment when he withdrew them slowly. He grabbed her buttocks and ground her aching clit into his still covered cock. He thrust into her, and the friction on her throbbing bud proved too much for Elise.
"Please, Marco."
"What, cara mia?"
Marco pulled away, and she groaned.
"What do you want, my wife?"
The heat in his ever darkening gaze stoked her arousal to fever pitch, and she impatiently tugged at his trousers.
"I want you in me, now, Marco."
His eyes darkened further at her whispered plea, and she breathed a sigh of relief when his hands helped her free his cock. It sprung out of its confines up to his taut stomach, and Elise licked her lips in anticipation. She cupped his balls, and it was Marco's turn to groan.
"Jesus, woman, you're killing me."
He pushed her hands away, and Elise arched into his palms, when he pulled down her tank top and exposed her breasts. He kneaded each aching globe, before he pushed them together and laved the nipples in turn. Every suckle sent shards of pure pleasure down towards Elise's clit where delicious anticipation built in waves. She moaned her protest when Marco released the glistening buds and kissed his way back up to her collarbone. She could feel his strained smile before she saw it.
"Wrap your legs around me. I need to get inside you right now."

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Told you Marco equalled yum!!

Tomorrow is Doris last day with my and for the that...well lets just say.....Vampires.....

Remember.....winning a innocent board game against your Dom/me is fine and all kinds of fun, standing there doing the "I win you lose - in your face loser" dance .......kinda gonna get you in trouble....don't say I didn't warn you!