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You all asked for Petal’s story, and I can say it is coming so very soon.
March 4th!!!
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Blurb
~EDITOR’S PICK~
Petal is hurting. After Dirty’s horrible betrayal, and losing her baby, she is just taking it one day at a time. She will never forgive Dirty, especially now that she knows the truth—he was only close to her because of Colt’s orders.
Dirty fucked up. He thought this was a good thing. A clean, clear, over and done with. It was good that she lost the baby. It was good that she wanted nothing to do with him. Then why can’t he get her out of his head?
When one of the club gets close to Petal, Dirty can’t take it. He spills their secret, and now everyone knows their past. As for Petal, it was over, and she will not even talk to him.
Strange things are happening at the Satan’s Death Riders MC. They have taken over their enemy’s clubhouse and started to demolish it. Now, as they begin construction, everything that could go wrong, does.
Evil Fuckers MC may be gone, but they have not done so quietly. But something doesn’t add up. Someone is helping them. But who?
When the club is put in danger, it’s time to initiate a lockdown. Dirty is close to Petal. He will not let anything happen to her. But who is this new threat, and why are they determined to exterminate the Satan’s Death Riders MC for good?
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A Wife by Christmas is now here!!!
He’s ready to settle down, but is she?
Blurb
All Cathy wanted to do was forget about her family. They had used her, got her to pay for everything, and then kicked her out of the engagement party. So she went to Storm’s bar and didn’t care it was now home to The Rebel’s MC.
The moment the brunette walked into the bar, Brick knew he wanted her. He’d been waiting a long time for the right woman, but seeing as it was Christmas, he was happy to just enjoy her for however long she needed.
Cathy had never fallen into bed with anyone. Brick, he’s a different kind of man, and one kiss, it’s not enough. One touch, just sets her on fire for more.
This is a miracle. He wanted a woman to settle down with, and Cathy walked right into his world. Now he’s not going to let her go. Brick’s in this for the rest of his life, and he doesn’t need longer than a week to know what he wants.
But is Cathy ready to settle down. Does she want a husband, children, and to be part of an MC for the rest of her life?
Excerpt:
Brick never chased after a woman. He never had to worry about a woman sticking around. He was used to them holding onto his every word. He had to be the one to push her away in the morning. This morning, after enjoying a night of amazing sex, the woman of his dreams was nowhere to be found. At first, he doubted if he even lived it, but the scent of Cathy was still heavy in the room, and he wasn’t going to forget that anytime soon.
Then, on the way down to the main clubhouse, Rebel held his daughter while Willow was serving up breakfast. He didn’t know who to ask first, but seeing as Willow kept glancing toward him, he figured she knew something.
Cathy had snuck out. That wasn’t exactly news to him. Waking up alone with just the scent of her told him she’d snuck out. She’d also said Willow could tell him where she lived, in case he wanted to find her.
He didn’t understand why she didn’t wake him up. They could have enjoyed round four, or was it five? He lost count of the number of orgasms he had last night.
Now, as he pulled into her very nice neighborhood, he drove down to the bottom corner, and he knew it was her house. There were a few lights and some decorations, and her house was nice. It was a house designed for a family.
Parking next to what he assumed was her car, he turned off the ignition and made his way toward her front door. He was pretty sure there were several neighbors twitching their curtains right about now. He didn’t give a fuck what they thought. Let them think whatever shit they wanted to. The only person he was interested in was Cathy.
And she opened the door seconds later. “Brick,” she said.
One half of her face was covered in makeup. She looked strange, but then he’d seen a lot of even stranger shit, so it didn’t bother him.
“You snuck out,” he said.
“And you came here.” There was a smile on her lips.
“You want to tell me what is going on?” he asked, pointing at her face.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I thought you were the delivery guy. I had a notification that I’ve got a package coming.” She stepped out of the way and allowed him to enter. “It’s not weird or anything. Come on, I’ll show you.”
Brick frowned but followed her through to what he assumed would be her garage, only it was like he’d stepped inside a beauty supply store or a salon, or both. He’d been to places with cameras set up, but most of the time, porn was being filmed. Not this woman. She had a desk, a couple of ring lights, and there was an assortment of products on her.
“I was filming a video for my vlog. I do beauty.” She stepped up to the table, and he watched as she took a bottle, spritzed some on a cloth, and then wiped her face, removing the makeup.
Cathy turned toward him with a smile.
“Willow told you where I lived?” Cathy asked.
“I didn’t follow you. As soon as I realized you had left, I went looking. Why did you sneak out?” he asked.
“I, uh, I’ve never done the morning-after thing. I’m not exactly sure what the protocol is. I didn’t want to worry you and make you think I was some clingy woman.”
The irony was that Brick wanted her to cling. He wanted her to stick with him, to hang onto him. And yet, the first woman he wanted that from was happy to give him space, to not seem too desperate. Did Cathy even realize she was the perfect woman?
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Hunter
Hells Bastard’s 5
He is willing to do whatever it takes to claim her …
Blurb
Hunter is not a nice man.
He is used to enjoying the fruits of married women—they are easy to leave and don’t expect any kind of relationship from him. Harlow is one of his club brother’s little sisters. She’s young, and he should stay well away from her.
Only, he doesn’t.
Harlow doesn’t know why she is drawn to Hunter. She doesn’t even like him at times, but he’s her secret crush, and not only that … she has fallen in love with him. She knows it’s a recipe for disaster, but she cannot control her feelings.
Hunter knows it’s getting serious, so there is only one thing he can do, break it off with her, and that is exactly what he does.
Devasted, alone, and in danger, Harlow knows she can never tell anyone what happened between her and Hunter. She has to deal with a broken heart. The only problem is, someone else does know, and when they make the club aware, it destroys everything. Harlow has no choice but to turn her back on the club, on her friends, and try to start a new life. Who can she trust?
For Hunter, he has realized too late that he is in love with Harlow. He wants the mouthy little vegan all to himself, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to claim her. But, will he be able to save her, or will it be too late?
Excerpt:
“Call this my treat,” he said.
Harlow looked up. “I can pay for my own food.”
“And what kind of brother would I be if I didn’t look out for you?” he asked.
“You’re not my brother.”
“That’s true. There’s no way I could be a brother with what I want to do to you.” He stared her in the eyes, but knew her cheeks had gone a delightful shade of red. She looked stunning.
He pulled out his wallet and slid enough money to pay for their food, as well as a tip. Even though he’d rejected the waitress this time, it would stop her from spitting in his food the next, especially if he was a good tipper.
Harlow sighed and got to her feet. “I’ve got to get back to work.”
Hunter intended to finish his burger.
“Do you see me as a brother?” Hunter asked.
He knew he should let her leave. Harlow was doing the smart thing in putting some distance between them, while he was doing the fucking dumb thing of making her stick around.
Picking up his burger, he took another bite. He was starving, and he knew he wasn’t just hungry for food, but for the gorgeous brunette in front of him.
The question did the trick, as she slowly lowered back down in her chair. He knew people were watching but he also knew they didn’t have a clue what was going on right now. Harlow was Big Dick’s little sister, and part of the club, as was he. No one would question the two of them being together, neither would his club brother.
He was playing by the rules, but if they knew what he was thinking about, there would be bloodshed, he had no doubt about that.
“What?” she asked.
“Do you see me as a brother, because if you do, you need to get yourself … some therapy, because that is no way to kiss a brother.”
He was taunting her on purpose, he just couldn’t help it.
She looked so cute with her red cheeks. The glare she shot his way made his cock hard. He enjoyed her sass. There was no fun in having a doormat in his bed. He had a feeling Harlow would be like fire in his arms. They’d both go up in flames.
“Are you trying to be gross on purpose? Hell, no, I don’t see you as my brother, because you are not my brother.” She folded her arms beneath her chest.
It was a shame it was still winter, because if she’d not been wearing such a thick sweater, he’d be able to see the full curves of her tits. Harlow had a body that was all woman, thick, juicy thighs, large tits, rounded hips. She was a woman who looked like she could take a good fuck and not complain about it hurting.
Some men would say she was on the chunky side, or maybe even fat, but not to him. No, to him, she was all woman, and he didn’t know if that was another reason he couldn’t get her out of his mind.
Harlow was forbidden fruit.
He shouldn’t want her.
He couldn’t have her.
But that didn’t stop him wanting her.
Hunter had a feeling Harlow wanted him as well.
And that meant they both had a problem.
“That’s right,” he said. “Because no brother wants to take his sister, strip her naked, and fuck her until she can’t remember her own name.”
He watched her, and he was surprised to see there didn’t appear to be a reaction. All he saw was the flush working its way into her cheeks, and then he watched as she gently licked her lips, as if she was thinking of doing something dirty.
“Some sick fucks might,” Harlow said.
Hunter couldn’t help but laugh. “True, so very true, but trust me, baby, I’m not one of them. You’re not my sister. You will never be my sister, but that does make you a woman I want to enjoy.”
Silence fell between them.
He’d made his intentions clear.
When he rode into town, he had no intention of seeking out this woman, nor did he intend to talk to her, or proposition her. This had all become part of his split-second decision now. He knew it was a big mistake.
Big Dick would fucking kill him, but the fact was, he didn’t have to know. This was between him and Harlow. Their little secret. He had a feeling she wouldn’t want her brother interfering in their problems. Harlow was a strong, independent woman, she could make her own choices.
“What are you doing?” Harlow asked.
“Simple. I’m making a choice right now. If you want to see where this leads, then call me. You have my number.” He’d already coded it into her cell phone during the Christmas period. He should probably warn her about leaving her personal items unattended. It was so easy for him to look at her things, to snoop into her life.
“Just as easy as that?”
He finished off his burger and looked at her. “It can be easy or hard, but that decision will be up to you. Not me.”
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Hunter (Hell’s Bastards MC)
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Hunter (Hell’s B**tards MC) is coming Tuesday February 27th!!!
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Who is ready for Hunter?
Blurb
Hunter is not a nice man.
He is used to enjoying the fruits of married women—they are easy to leave and don’t expect any kind of relationship from him. Harlow is one of his club brother’s little sisters. She’s young, and he should stay well away from her.
Only, he doesn’t.
Harlow doesn’t know why she is drawn to Hunter. She doesn’t even like him at times, but he’s her secret crush, and not only that … she has fallen in love with him. She knows it’s a recipe for disaster, but she cannot control her feelings.
Hunter knows it’s getting serious, so there is only one thing he can do, break it off with her, and that is exactly what he does.
Devasted, alone, and in danger, Harlow knows she can never tell anyone what happened between her and Hunter. She has to deal with a broken heart. The only problem is, someone else does know, and when they make the club aware, it destroys everything. Harlow has no choice but to turn her back on the club, on her friends, and try to start a new life. Who can she trust?
For Hunter, he has realized too late that he is in love with Harlow. He wants the mouthy little vegan all to himself, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to claim her. But, will he be able to save her, or will it be too late?
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Naughty and Nice
Blurb
Willow Storm is all alone. After her father passes away, he leaves her with the bar that he loved the most in life. She didn’t have a good relationship with her father. He was an asshole and a drunk, but with nothing holding her back, she packs up and returns to his bar.
She expects the place to be run down, but her father actually kept the bar in great working order. So, she intends to make it thrive. One Christmas Eve, as she is about to close for the night, a strange man in a leather cut shows up.
Rebel Constantine knew Willow would return, but he didn’t expect the curvy beauty she’d become. She’s feisty and full of attitude. He is going to possess her. He makes a vow that in one year, she is going to belong to him, and he is going to have her begging and screaming for him.
Willow intends to reject him. But for a whole year, Rebel is there and she cannot deny her attraction to him anymore.
The following Christmas, Willow falls into him. They will only have Christmas together and that is all. But will that ever be enough?
But it’s not just one time, it is lots of times, and Willow finds herself falling for her rough biker. She loves it when he is naughty and when he’s nice.
He has a club to get back to. There is no room in his life for her, or is there?
Excerpt:
Stepping around the bar, she grabbed the whiskey off the top shelf, glancing in the mirror to keep an eye on him, and then went to the bar and started to pour him a shot. She was rarely generous with the good stuff, but she had a feeling if she was sparse with him, he wouldn’t be happy.
“There you go.”
The guy she assumed was called Rebel didn’t sit, but put one of his hands flat on the counter, picked up the glass, and then knocked it back, giving out a little sigh of appreciation. Everyone else she had seen drink this had taken their time, or even winced at the spice as it burned their throat.
“Another.”
She did as she was asked, pouring him another drink. This time, he didn’t chug it back, but looked at her. Willow hoped she wasn’t blushing. It would be a nightmare if he thought she was embarrassed or had a crush, or was even attracted to him. She knew one of them to be true, but that was beside the point. He shouldn’t know the true answer.
As she folded her arms across her chest, Rebel chuckled.
“He said you had an attitude a mile long.”
“Who did?” Willow asked.
“Your dad.”
This made her pause. She had no idea her father even talked about her behind her back. Why would he talk about her? He’d been disappointed in her for a long time and didn’t even acknowledge her existence. That seemed to be her father’s trait—pretending she didn’t exist, so he didn’t have to deal with the fact his wife, her mother, had left them both.
The divorce papers had sent her father over the edge, and it had cemented their stalemate relationship.
“He shouldn’t have been talking about me,” she said. She moved away to go and do anything that involved her hands, and not talking to him.
“Why not?” Rebel asked. “You’re his daughter.”
“My father’s dead, so please enjoy your drink, because it’s nearly closing time.”
Rebel chuckled. “Sassy, I like it.”
Willow had heard enough. She didn’t want to think about the guilt that ate away at her each time she thought of her dad. There were so many times she wanted to come home, to make up for lost time, to try and make it work, but she always found some excuse not to work it, and now there was no chance of them ever mending bridges.
Her father was gone and was never coming back. She didn’t need this … biker, to remind her of that.
Rounding the bar, she made her way toward the door, and Rebel gave another little chuckle that set her nerves on end.
“Leave!”
Rebel threw back his whiskey and slapped the glass down on the bar. She thought the sheer force of it might shatter the glass, but it didn’t.
Rebel walked slowly toward her. Willow tried not to pay attention to the walk, or the way he looked at her. There was no disgust or any indication he was pissed off. She didn’t know how she had done it, but he actually looked entertained by her.
She was ready to kick his ass out, but Rebel took another step toward her. For some strange reason she didn’t feel afraid.
“You know, he said you had attitude, but he didn’t say anything about how fucking sexy you are.”
“He was my dad,” Willow said.
Did this man find her sexy? No, she shouldn’t care.
“True, and that kind of shit is messed up.” Rebel gave a groan of approval. “I’ll let you kick me out this time, but I promise you, Willow Storm, by next Christmas, you are going to be screaming my name and begging me for more.”
“Get lost, creep.”
Rebel gripped her waist and pulled her in close.
“Not a creep.” He slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her hard, taking her by surprise.
At first, she didn’t kiss him back, because she was a little shocked that he had taken a kiss and not asked permission first. This wasn’t a soft kiss—it was hard, firm, demanding, and Willow loved every second of it. She couldn’t help but kiss him back.
Rebel was the one to break the kiss first.
“And the name is Rebel Constantine. You better get used to it.”
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Blurb
Willow Storm is all alone. After her father passes away, he leaves her with the bar that he loved the most in life. She didn’t have a good relationship with her father. He was an asshole and a drunk, but with nothing holding her back, she packs up and returns to his bar.
She expects the place to be run down, but her father actually kept the bar in great working order. So, she intends to make it thrive. One Christmas Eve, as she is about to close for the night, a strange man in a leather cut shows up.
Rebel Constantine knew Willow would return, but he didn’t expect the curvy beauty she’d become. She’s feisty and full of attitude. He is going to possess her. He makes a vow that in one year, she is going to belong to him, and he is going to have her begging and screaming for him.
Willow intends to reject him. But for a whole year, Rebel is there and she cannot deny her attraction to him anymore.
The following Christmas, Willow falls into him. They will only have Christmas together and that is all. But will that ever be enough?
But it’s not just one time, it is lots of times, and Willow finds herself falling for her rough biker. She loves it when he is naughty and when he’s nice.
He has a club to get back to. There is no room in his life for her, or is there?
Blurb
Brute has vowed to kill all of the Golubev Bratva. They are the enemy and he has formed a group of men, an MC, who want nothing more than to see them all fall.
When Faith Dawson goes on a date from hell for her mother, she had no idea it was going to end up getting her kidnapped. She tried to hide the fact her grandfather is Sergey Golubev, but there is no hiding anything.
The man who has taken her knows who she is. In this war, there is never any chance for survivors. It is well known that Sergey adores his granddaughter, and Brute wants to see how far he’s willing to go to protect her.
When Sergey offers a trade, Faith for one of his men, he has no choice but to take it. He has no interest in Faith—she was a means to an end, and so, he sends her off.
Brute may have released her, but when he learns of her upcoming marriage to a trafficker, he cannot just let it happen. He takes her. Faith will belong to him. But Brute knows it is only a matter of time until Sergey retaliates. He will be ready. Until then, he was going to have his fun with Faith. She has gotten under his skin and seeped into his heart. There is no turning back.
Excerpt:
Brute stepped into the room, and this time he didn’t close it behind him. He surprised her even more by lowering down on one knee and gripping her ankle. Only one was secure to the bed, and she shouldn’t care what it meant or how it felt, but there was a spark when he touched her. A sudden bolt of heat traveled up her leg and spread throughout her whole body.
She gritted her teeth and took a long, deep breath.
It was fine. Perfectly fine. This meant nothing.
She couldn’t help but think about the kiss and then she felt like even more of a fool. The kiss had meant nothing. He had only done it to silence her. She knew that, as did he. He wasn’t pining for her. The kiss was a means to an end.
Don’t trust him.
She took a deep breath as the lock releasing seemed to echo around the room.
The chain around her ankle slid down and she was finally free. She had a few seconds where she thought about making a run for it, but she had told him she wouldn’t. She’d never break her word.
Brute stood up and he was so close. She had no choice but to take a step back. She tilted her head and looked up into his blue eyes. They looked so beautiful and yet, she knew the man behind them was nothing like his eyes. He was the Devil. There was no doubt about it. She couldn’t trust him, or this newfound kindness, if it was even that.
He held out his hand. “You’re going to have to take it.”
Looking at his hand, she wanted to tell him no, but what was wrong with touching him? She was never going to forget he was the enemy, so she placed her hand within his and ignored the bolt of heat that traveled up her body.
It didn’t matter. None of this mattered.
She took another deep breath, one she hoped he didn’t hear, and then followed him out of the cell.
This would be the first time she had stepped foot out of it—apart from using the bathroom, but that didn’t count—since he placed her inside. She didn’t have on any shoes or socks and the ground felt different. It was slightly smoother out of the cell.
He moved to the set of steps and Brute went up first. He didn’t let go of her hand, but she didn’t see anything romantic in his grip. She was still his prisoner, at his mercy.
He opened the door and there was noise as they entered the main house again. The door had opened into a section of the kitchen.
Stepping through but staying behind Brute, she couldn’t help but glance up, and she saw a couple of people. None of them she recognized. They all looked disgusted and placed hands over their noses and mouths. She smelled really bad.
Brute didn’t linger, he was already walking her out of the kitchen.
Her face heated at the reaction of the people they passed. This wasn’t good or fun or nice. This was horrible. She didn’t know if she’d rather be kept in her cell in the basement and just have buckets of warm water thrown on her. That might be better than having to deal with this humiliation. She hated it. They were all cruel.
She bowed her head so she didn’t have to witness their reactions and only looked up when the floor changed and she was standing on linoleum. Never in her life had she felt so pleased to be standing on a different kind of floor.
She was an idiot. How dare they? It wasn’t like the clubhouse was in any good working order. With nothing to protect her feet, she felt how sticky the floor was, how unkept it was, and yet they treated her that way. I stink really bad.
The door to the bathroom closed and she heard another lock, which made her look up to see that Brute had locked them both inside the bathroom.
“You’re going to watch me?” she asked.
“I’ve got to make sure you don’t try anything stupid. Now, you choose—shower or bath?”
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Ugly Beast doesn’t want an arranged marriage, but what his president says, he gets. Abriana Vigo is not beautiful. In fact, she’s bland and terrified, but she’s a virgin and a Capo’s daughter. Now she’s been thrown to the wolves at his president’s demands.
Abriana will do anything to get away from her father, just to avoid being hurt anymore. She only hopes this scarred man doesn’t turn his back on her. If he does, she knows her father will find some way to kill her.
But despite all her newfound freedom in the MC life, if Abriana doesn’t prove her loyalty to the club, her husband will kill her. When her father orders her to spy on the club and report back, she knows she cannot do it. She has to make a choice.
For Ugly Beast, he never thought he would commit to anyone or anything, but after finding out his wife is taken, he’s willing to put the club at risk for her.
Abriana isn’t the woman he wanted, but now, he can’t let her go, and anyone who tries to take her, will know what it’s like to deal with him.
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Poison Wolves MC book 2 is now available Wide
Blurb:
All of her life, Agatha Preston never felt like she belonged. Her parents made her keep secrets about herself and what she was capable of. After their death, there’s nothing for her in the city. She doesn’t know what she’s looking for until she finds it in a small town called Poison. The locals are awful and rude, but she loves the town and there’s no way she’s leaving.
There was a human in town and that always had the pack on edge. They had to keep every single part of their lives in check, which was exhausting.
Boyan tried to persuade the little human to leave town. There was only one problem—he knows there’s something off about her. Agatha is not quite human, and she’s not quite wolf either. It’s in her scent, in her eyes, and certainly in her ability to heal fast.
The woman he starts falling in love with is not all wolf and she isn’t all human. A year ago, they discovered a vet who found out about them, and he tried to turn innocent people into wolves. Several humans had been infected with wolf blood. None of them had survived. The vet had a lot of files in his practice—one of them titled Agatha Preston.
Panic unlike anything he’d ever felt consumes him. He finally finds his woman that was all his and now, there was a chance he wasn’t going to keep her. They have to find someone who worked with the doctor before it was too late. Every second she stays in Poison, the stronger her wolf is becoming.
Excerpt:
In the past year, she’d visited many towns and explored cities, and none of them had made her feel like this town did.
Boyan returned to the sitting room, carrying two pots in his hands.
“Here,” he said, holding one out to her.
She took the pot. He’d also brought her a fork and her stomach chose that moment to growl. Thanking him, she shoved the fork into the noodles, spun it around, and then lifted it up and took a bite, slurping them up as she did so. They tasted so good. Her mouth watered for a second bite. Noodles in a pot, there was no way anyone could go wrong.
“Both of your hands are healed?”
“Yes.”
She wanted to tell him about that incident a year ago, but she didn’t want to freak him out. Putting the pot to her lips, she drank up some of the broth.
Within minutes they finished their food and Agatha turned to look at him. “Have you lived here all your life?” she asked.
“Long enough.” He reached out and smoothed a curl behind her ear.
Agatha stared into his eyes, wanting to ask him so many questions but knowing he didn’t trust her yet. They didn’t know enough about each other.
Mount him.
It was such an odd thought, but before she could stop herself, she started to straddle his waist. Her hands went to his shoulders and she stared into his eyes. He gripped her waist.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
Boyan smiled. “You don’t need to be sorry, baby. I’ve got a beautiful woman straddling my dick. There’s no reason to be sorry about this.” He gripped her waist and pulled her down.
She felt the hardness of his cock as he rubbed against her. Tilting her head back, she couldn’t help but moan. He felt so good.
Inside.
His cock.
So deep.
It was the soft voice again. She rarely heard it, but the moment she did, she felt safe, warm, and no longer alone. Cupping his face, she pressed her lips to his, kissing him hard. His hands didn’t stay at her waist, and she was thankful for that, because she needed his touch, craved it.
Boyan growled against her mouth, and she swallowed him down, feeling her nipples tighten and her pussy grow slick. Thrusting against his cock, she needed him inside her.
He let go of her neck and he caressed down toward her ass. She wore a pair of jeans, and she suddenly realized how inappropriate they were. They were getting in the way.
Boyan moved fast, pressing her to the sofa. He slid the button open, followed by the zipper, dragging it down. He pulled the jeans off and then she was wearing only her panties. Boyan was still in his jeans.
“Take them off,” she said, gripping the loop at the waistband, wanting them gone.
He chuckled. “All in good time.”
She wasn’t happy. She wanted to feel his cock inside her. The panties she wore suddenly felt too tight, and she needed them off.
Boyan tore them from her body and quickly replaced them by cupping her pussy. A single finger slid between her slit, and she cried out, moaning his name as he worked her clit. He stroked forward and backward, side to side, and the pleasure was instant, but it still wasn’t enough.
She tried to reach for his jeans, but he wasn’t having any of it. He lifted her hand up above her head.
“Keep it there, or I stop,” he said.
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