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Unexpected Journey by
Jo Matthews
Sarah thought she met her soul mate in Mitch
Chandler. High school sweethearts, they married right after graduation. Eight
years later, he is a stranger to her and their marriage is on the rocks. In a
halfhearted attempt to placate her, Mitch suggests a trip to Hawaii, but
schedules a business meeting to write off the expense.
Aaron Johnson, Mitch’s friend and business partner,
agrees to help with the presentation and plans are made for all three to go.
What happens when Mitch backs out at the last minute to spend a romantic
weekend with his secretary, forcing Aaron’s hand so that he has to accompany
Sarah alone?
Will an innocent friendship turn into something
more as Aaron’s attraction for Sarah grows? How will Sarah manage when she
realizes that Aaron is awakening feelings in her that she’s never felt before?
The sexual tension burns hot as these two embark on an unexpected journey that
neither are prepared for.
Excerpt:
“I want you, Sarah. I want to feel your
pussy wrapped around my cock while I fuck you. Are you ready for that…for me?”
As he was talking, he was tearing a condom open and sliding it over his
erection.
“Yes,” I whimpered as I clenched my
legs together to gain some much needed friction.
My one word answer seemed to be enough
of a response because he moved between my legs and pushed them farther apart.
“God, you’re perfect,” he complimented as his eyes drank in my naked pussy.
“Every part of you is beautiful.”
He licked his lips and I couldn’t help
but moan. Remembering exactly what his tongue could do, I tried to squeeze my
legs together. He wasn’t having any of that, though, because he pinned them in
place. “Please, Aaron, fuck me already. I need to feel you,” I begged.
Was it shameless? Maybe. Did I care in that moment? Hell no. The only thing I
cared about was having him inside me.
“Mmm, such a dirty mouth, Baby. I’ll
make sure to put that to good use later,” he teased as he moved to hover over
me. “But for now, this pussy is what I’m interested in.” His words got me even
wetter, and the anticipation of feeling him inside me had me at my boiling
point.
Luckily, the wait was over and he lined
himself up with my entrance. Looking directly in my eyes, he slowly slid his
length inside me, giving me time to adjust. When our hips met and I thought he
was in as far as he could go, he thrust just a little harder. “Oh, God…so
fucking full…fuck!”
He started to move within me, and with
each thrust it felt like he went deeper. The feeling was heavenly, and I
couldn’t imagine it getting any better. I was wrong. Oh, how I was wrong. I had
only ever had sex lying flat on my back, so when Aaron grabbed my left leg and
lifted it up onto his shoulder, I was a little leary—at least until he thrust
his hips forward, hitting me so deep it felt like he was in my stomach. “So
fucking tight, Baby. Ungh, does that feel good?”
“Yesssss…oh, God, yes!” I panted as he
continued to thrust in and out of me. “Oh fuck! Please don’t stop.”
Before I knew what was happening, my
right leg was up on his other shoulder and he was leaning down. I wasn’t aware
I was still so flexible, but the way my knees were touching my shoulders proved
otherwise. The new position also allowed Aaron to penetrate me deeper, and
within three thrusts, I was clenching around him and screaming through another
orgasm.
“That’s it, Baby. Squeeze my cock.
Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m not…ugh…gonna last.” His movements became erratic,
and he sat up on his knees, grabbed my hips, and held me in place as he slammed
into me twice more before stilling and collapsing on top of me.
I was breathing hard but feeling
euphoric. Nothing could bring down my high. “That was um…good,” I giggled.
Moving off of me slightly, Aaron leaned
down and kissed me hard. When he pulled back, he smirked. “Just good? I guess
I’ll have to try again.”
About
the Author:
Jo Matthews is an Arizona native,
where she lives with her husband and son. A stay-at-home mom since 2007, she
only recently discovered her love and passion for the written word. When she’s
not writing, she’s usually knee deep in editing—an aspect she thoroughly
enjoys.
As
an editor she has propelled quite a few authors into the published world, and
with her skills, has landed several stories on Amazon’s Top Sellers lists.
Hot Summer Nights by
Bec Rose
Annie Murphy had the picture perfect life. A
beautiful home, a wonderful son, and a husband who adored her. It was every
woman’s dream until her husband of over twenty years came out of the closet,
leaving her a forty-five year old divorcee struggling to regain her confidence.
Needing a distraction, she agrees to allow her son’s friend, Jamie, to spend
the summer at her house while working as an intern. When Jamie, the cute female
intern she’d been expecting turns out to be Jaime, the hot male intern
with abs to drool over, it kicks Annie’s fantasies into overdrive. When she
realizes that her desires are not one sided, it’s more than the temperature
that causes some hot summer nights.
Excerpt:
She kept her eyes
on mine as she knelt down in front of me. I nearly came just at the sight of
her down there, but needed to hold it together. I started thinking about some
god-awful things just to keep my composure, not wanting to look like the
novice.
Annie licked her lips before she took her eyes off mine and
focused her attention on my swollen cock. I don’t think I had ever been that
hard before in my life. When she leaned forward, she grinned to herself before
licking my cock from tip to base. My body shuddered and I needed to hold on to
the railing beside me to stop myself from crumbling to the floor in pleasure.
“Fuck, Annie! God, please.” I was begging for her mouth to be
wrapped around my cock, and even if this was the first and last time we would
be together, just the memory of her in this position would give me reason
enough to jerk off for months to come.
She finally gave in at my insistence and sucked on my throbbing
cock, the tip beyond ready to burst. I hissed at the feeling, my head rolling
from side to side. I wanted to watch what she was doing but the pleasure she
was giving me was so fucking good that I couldn’t help but close my eyes.
I had no idea how or what she was doing, but the overload of
sensations just from her mouth was incredible. I had only ever been with high
school or college age girls, and clearly, none of them had known what they were
doing when giving head.
“Oh, fuck! Annie, you need to stop or I’m going to come.” I had to
be honest; she must have felt my cock strain at the pressure, and I knew I was
only moments away. Her tongue continued to swirl around the tip as she came up
and then plunged back down, swallowing around me, almost taking all of me in.
I felt her nod as I told her, and when I looked down, that was my
undoing. Watching her suck on my cock—on her knees in front of me while looking
back up at me—was all I could handle. I came hard and pushed myself further
into her mouth. She swallowed fast, easily keeping up with the streams of come
I released down her throat. Then, after sucking on me once more as if to pull
every last drop from my shaft, she released my cock with a pop.
When she stood up in front of me, I had to kiss her. I didn’t care
that just moments before she had my cock in her mouth. That simple act had
clearly driven me insane. I wanted to fuck this woman more than anything else
right then, and I only hoped she felt the same.
About
the Author:
Bec Rose is a budding author and
mother of two. When she isn’t reading or writing, she enjoys spending time with
her son and daughter. Residing in Australia, she possesses a subtle charm that
carries through into her writing. In her debut novella, Bec Rose not only tugs
on our heartstrings but leaves us panting for more.
Miss
Rose does not currently have any author links, but if you would like to connect
with her, visit her here on facebook.
Second
Chances by NJ Cole
Calla Moretti married her college
sweetheart, Bill. Married life was great at first, but as his career had her
dropping out of college and moving away from her family and friends, Calla
struggled with her role as a wife and homemaker. Stress due to infertility and
Bill’s affairs, had the marriage on the brink of failure. When she drives home
in the middle of a thunderstorm and spots first a broken down motorcycle, then
the sexy rider, she decides to take a chance and offer him assistance.
Realizing fate brought her together with a man who could give her the one thing
her husband couldn’t—a baby—Calla decides to take a chance. One romantic night,
one big lie, will it save her marriage or fill her heart with more emptiness?
Will this be the answer to her prayers? In life, are there truly second
chances?
Excerpt:
As the euphoria began to subside, I
realized I still had his head in the vice that was my thighs. I relaxed my
muscles to release him, but he didn’t seem in a hurry to move. Instead, he
lowered his lead slightly and licked at the arousal I could feel trickling from
my body.
“God, you’re delicious,” he groaned,
pulling back. “I could do that all night, but I have to have you.” Standing at
the foot of the bed, he lowered his pants. I was glad he hadn’t turned off the
light or I wouldn’t have been able to see the most magnificent cock in the
world. It was long and thick and beautiful—if that was even possible.
I drug my eyes from it and looked up to
his face to find that he wasn’t smiling. In fact, he looked upset. The color
seemed to have drained from his face in the blink of an eye. I was about
to ask what was wrong when he spoke. “I um…I don’t have a condom. I just…well I
didn’t know.” He raked his hand over the stubble on his face. “Do you? Of
course you don’t. It’s not like someone like you would have…” His words trailed
off as he ran his hand through his hair. “I can go and see if there is any
place open. SHIT! I don’t even have my bike. I could borrow…”
“It’s okay,” I said softly,
interrupting his little rant.
He looked at me, eyes wide. “You mean
it’s okay to borrow your car? Or…” he hesitated and dropped his voice an
octave, “is it okay okay?”
Lying back, I pulled him on top of me.
“I mean, it’s okay.” I knew he thought I meant I was on birth control;
it was deceitful, but it was what I needed.
Settling on top of me, he slid one hand
under my back as the other cupped my cheek. “You are so beautiful,” he said,
gazing down at me. “I swear I could stare into your eyes all night.”
I whimpered at his words and how
genuine they sounded. I’d never felt so attractive in my life. It was
impossible to understand why he thought my muddy green eyes were beautiful, but
I could tell that he believed what he said.
“God I want you,” he groaned through
gritted teeth. “I can’t remember ever wanting anything more.”
His eyes closed as he kissed me gently.
It wasn’t urgent like the others; I could tell he was taking his time. As our
tongues met, he shifted his weight nudging my legs apart slightly. When he
moved his hips, I felt his cock glide in long strokes over the top of my
swollen pussy and rub against my clit. I rotated my hips slightly and groaned
in response.
His lips left mine as he shifted back
onto his knees. With the hand that was under my back, he lifted me slightly and
lined me up with his cock. He didn’t reach between us—there was no fumbling at
all—he just pressed forward gently, the tip of his erection separating my
folds. He stared into my eyes as his throbbing member entered and stretched me.
“Fuck, you’re so small, Baby. Am I
hurting you?” he whispered, his lips inches from mine.
I shook my head, unable to speak. It
didn’t hurt at all; it felt wonderful. I did, however, mewl in pleasure,
causing him to stop his forward movement.
Finding my voice I whimpered, “Please
don’t stop. You feel so good.”
“Ungh, I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to,” he groaned,
rolling his hips and inching in a bit more. I craved all of him, so I grabbed
onto his ass and pulled him to me as I lifted my hips and thrust myself toward
him. I yelped in pain as he entered me fully, our hips finally touching. His
eyes flashed with concern at my sound, but I smiled up at him. It was painful,
but it was a good pain. I’d never felt so full.
About the Author:
NJ Cole is a mid-western girl with
a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to
her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she
chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life
through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of
those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in
her writing. Reaching Amazon’s top 100 list in Erotica with Midnight Caller and
Landslide, NJ Cole promises to entertain and excite the reader with her newest
tales of love, romance, and as always, hot, steamy sex.
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