SWEET OBLIVION
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Release date: May 26th
I just wanted a
night out on the town, a little fun. When Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious walked
into the bar, I knew my chances had just increased. Damn, he was fine too. And I
planned to have him before the night was through. I just had to get his
attention first and then he would be mine. With that in mind, I started across
the bar…
Okay, I don’t do
morning-afters so why am I in bed with the same man I had sex with the previous
night? And why were we in his bed? Why not my bed? I never went home with my
conquests. He was really hot, and great in the sack, but I didn't do
relationships. They were messy and emotional and…
Wait.
Are those fangs
in his mouth?
STORY
EXCERPT
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Can you say yum?
I can. I had seen a lot
of sexy men over the years, especially in my line of work, but I couldn't
ever remember seeing one as sexy as the man sitting across the bar from
me. He gave new meaning to the words sex on a stick.
He was simply
gorgeous.
And he had my full
attention. He had my cock's attention too. From the second I spotted him I
had gone from merely checking out the crowd to finding me a flat surface
and fuck me until I can't walk. And it had only taken a matter of seconds.
That might have been a new record for me.
Yeah, I was easy.
So the fuck what?
I knew a good lay when I
saw one and this guy promised to make all of my dreams come true and maybe
invent a few new ones. He was sex personified. Christ, he couldn't even
walk across the room without every eye in the place turning to watch him.
The power in his stride alone was enough to make my balls
tingle.
There was something
commanding about him, dangerous, something to be feared. It was almost as
if all of the air in the room had been sucked out the moment he stepped
inside. This was a man that knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to take
it. And if I was lucky, he'd be taking me later tonight.
I knew I was good
looking. Hell, I was damn near Michael Angelo material. Or so I had been
told. My looks were both a blessing and a curse. I was pretty enough to
usually get what I wanted but no one ever took me seriously.
I snorted softly to
myself. Apparently brains did not go hand in hand with looks. You either
got one or the other. I have been blessed with astonishing good looks so
that meant I had to be as dumb as a box of rocks.
If only.
There were times that I
loved my looks, and I certainly knew how to use them. I could wiggle my
ass and have men bowing at my feet. It often kept a roof over my head and
food in my stomach. I couldn't even begin to count the number of times I
had been told I had the sweetest ass in the universe.
My ass really was my
masterpiece. It was tight, rounded just enough to be a handful, and curved
out my jeans like a wet dream. Add in my nicely sculpted abs, tanned sleek
skin, baby blue eyes and light blond hair, and I had the total package.
With any luck, tonight
it would get me a few hours in Mr. Sexy's bed. Hell, I wouldn't even
charge him. I just wanted to feel his over abundance of muscles sweating
over my body as he fucked me into the mattress.
Or any flat
surface.
As good as he looked, I
would take a round surface at this point.
I ignored the men that
called out to me and the hands that reached out to stroke my skin as I
sauntered across the room, putting an extra bit of sway into my hips. My
target was in sight and I was going in for the kill.
I knew the moment he
spotted me. I could feel my skin begin to tingle, and my balls tightening
up close to my body. My cock was rock hard. As tight as my pants were, I
knew my package was expertly outlined by the thin fabric.
The closer I walked, the
more heated my skin became. I could almost feel his dick pounding into me.
My hole pulsed around the butt plug I had inserted into my ass earlier
tonight in anticipation. I knew I was going to be fucked when I left my
little apartment tonight. I just didn't know by whom.
Until now.
I fingered the collar of
my white shirt and then let my hand trail lazily down the front of my
chest as I licked my lips. I could almost smell the man's growing arousal
as he watched the tiny movement of my tongue. I let it flicker out and
move against my lower lip.
That’s right. Show me
you're interested, handsome.
I ignored the shocked
looks of the other men sitting at the table with my eye candy. I didn't
care about them. They didn't exist as far as I was concerned. No one did
except the man turning toward me and parting his thick muscular thighs in
silent invitation.
It was an invitation I
had no qualms about accepting.
I didn't say a word as
straddled the man's thighs like an expert bull rider. From the desire I
could see burning in his vivid blue eyes, no words were needed. He knew
exactly why I was there just as much as I did. I could feel it in the hard
cock pressing up against my ass.
I felt an involuntary
shiver race through my body when the man's large hands closed around my
waist. I kid you not, they were so large that he could almost completely
encircle my entire waist.
And they weren't pushing
me away, either. They were pulling me closer. God, my fucking cock ached.
My need was growing with every passing second. I knew if I didn't get this
man's cock in my ass in the next five minutes, I was going to blow without
him.
And wouldn't that be the
saddest thing on earth?
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ADULT
EXCERPT
Yes!
He wanted me.
When he used the hand
gripping my hair to push me down to my knees between his thighs, I
couldn't help but grin. I knew what he wanted. It was what most men
wanted, especially after they got a good look at my overly plump lips. I
usually looked like I had been stung by something or punched right in the
lips.
Like I said, I knew I
looked good. If it wasn't my bubble butt they were after, it was my lips.
I looked like I could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Technically, I
couldn't but that didn't stop me from trying. And that was something I did
well. I had no doubt I'd have this guy in the palm of my hand in under a
minute.
Yes, I was that damn
good.
Did I mention I had no
gag reflex?
At. All.
I quickly lowered the
man's zipper and reached in to pull his cock out. I could feel my heart
skip a beat in my chest before my hand had fully pulled the man's cock
free from his pants. Once I got a good look at the monstrosity I pulled
out, I began to have my doubts about my abilities.
His hands weren't the
only things that were huge. He was hung like a fucking horse. His cock was
so thick that my hand wouldn't even fully close around it and I seriously
doubted I could cover every inch of his length if I had four hands. He had
to be at least ten inches long.
Okay, I might be in
trouble.
The hand curled in my
hair tightened. When I glanced up, the man's dark eyebrow was arched as if
he were challenging me. I never, ever, let anyone dare me to do something
and not follow through. I started this. I was going to finish
it.
Keeping my eyes locked
with tall, dark, and handsome, I carefully lowered my mouth and swallowed
just the tip of the man's cock. My lips burned as they stretched around
his wide girth.
Oh my fucking god!
The drops of pre-cum
pooling on the head of the man's cock trickled over my tongue, bathing me
in the most exotic flavors I had ever tasted in my life. I had expected
tart, 'cause let's face it, most men had bitter tasting cum.
This man tasted spicy.
Tangy.
Irresistible.
Hell, he tasted like the
ambrosia of the gods. I could seriously get addicted to sucking this guy
off on a regular basis. I might even beg for the chance. Too bad this was
just a onetime deal. I never went back for seconds.
I did seriously consider
it for about two seconds after tasting this guy. But I didn't need the
baggage. I just wanted to get off, even if it meant getting Mr. Sexy off
first. I just prayed he had really good recuperative powers. I wasn't done
with him by a long shot.
I stroked my tongue over
the head of his cock as I waited for my lips to stretch around him enough
to swallow him. It was obvious that it was going to take a little more
effort than normal for me to suck this guy off. I mentally shrugged to
myself. Oh well. He had the potential to give me a really good ride. I
could put a little more effort out for that.
I tried to do just that.
Once my mouth had adjusted to his size, I licked a long path from the tip
of his cock down to the root and then down just a bit further. I felt the
man's hand tighten in my hair when I sucked one of his balls into my
mouth. Oh yeah, he liked that. I could tell.
I took the time to suck
the other ball into my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue before
licking a line back up the thickly veined sides. By the time I reached the
slit on the head of his cock, another pool of pre-cum had gathered and
started dripping down the sides of his cock. I eagerly licked at each drop
until my mouth exploded in flavor.
Another long, deep groan
fell from my lips as I slowly sucked him down. I got about half way down
the man's impressive erection before I had to pause and draw in a deep
breath through my nose. Once I had more air in my lungs, I
continued.
I'll be the first to
admit that I had a bit of an ego. Anyone looking the way I did would have
one. I couldn't walk into a room without having men, and women, lust after
my body. But the lust that flared in the man's deep blue eyes as I
swallowed him down until my nose was nestled in his pubic hair, was the
biggest ego boost I had ever received.
It made me feel like I
could conquer the world. I wanted more. I slowly started to bob my head,
sucking in my cheeks as I moved my lips up his thick cock. I wanted to
savor every last inch as he moved through my mouth.
Once I got the hang of
things, I was able to move faster. The more my mouth moved up and down the
man as he fucked my mouth, the easier it became to swallow him down to the
root every time. I could still feel drops of luscious tasting pre-cum
splattering over my tongue every time I swallowed, and god, it was fucking
fantastic.
When the man's balls
started to pull up tight to his body, I increased the speed of my
movements, sucking him down my throat faster and faster each time,
hollowing my cheeks out as I moved back up to the tip.
I knew the man was
getting close and I wanted him to remember this blow job as the best one
he had ever received. When his cock began to swell, my eyes widened and I
gagged. The man just grinned and held my head in place with a hand to the
back of my head.
I suddenly couldn't get
any air into my lungs. I tried breathing through my nose but it was buried
in the man's pubic hair as he shoved his cock all of the way down my
throat and came with a low rumble.
Load after load of cum
shot into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I was able to but I could feel
drops of it slide out of the edges of my mouth. I ached to swallow every
drop but I just couldn't. When the pressure on the back of my head
released, I lifted my head, the man's cock falling from my mouth with a
loud plop, and went about licking up every drop of cum I could
find.
When Mr. Sex on a stick
was all cleaned up, I carefully put him back in his pants but I didn't zip
him up. I was really hoping our time together wasn't over. My need had
been growing while I sucked him off and if I didn't get a cock in my ass
pretty soon, I was going to scream.
It wouldn't be a pretty
sight.
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