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At thirty-three, Warner Truman is one of the richest men on the planet, a spa mogul who buys and sells resorts at will. He holds powerful executives’ careers in his well-groomed hands. Nothing is beyond Warner’s reach…until he meets her.
Stunning, tantalizing and perverse, Taddy Brill captivates Warner’s carnal desire like no woman he’s ever met. A self-made millionaire, Taddy is tougher than steel, more brilliant than diamonds and, at twenty-seven, she’s never depended on a man for anything…until she meets him.
The more Taddy plays with Warner’s affections, driving him to erotic heights, the more she is confronted by a dark past. Before she can love him, Taddy must meet her worst fears head-on or risk losing it all, including herself.
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He lifted her right leg to witness her swollen cunt. She’d climaxed too many times to keep track. Warner massaged her thigh. Licking his two fingers, he slipped them into her asshole.
“Warner!” She grabbed onto his shoulders.
With a sly glance, he offered her a villainous smile.
“I’ve never done anal.”
“Please.”
“I’d love to try.” She kissed his lips. “You’re going to have to be gentle, though. No rough stuff.”
Look who’s talking. “Music to my ears.” He reached behind him for a condom from the nightstand and the bottle of lube. “Can you also be gentle?”
After unwrapping the condom, she sheathed his erection. “You should special order extra-ginormous rubbers for the next time.” Taddy laughed, tickling his balls, but had nothing to say about his tough-girl-in-bed question.
Next time? “So, you’re saying you want to see my penis again?” He took a quarter size of silicone oil onto his hand and lacquered her asshole.
“Perhaps.” She squirted lube all over his hard-on. It grew with each stroke.
Ready, his cock itched with intense pleasure. Having Red rub his dick, even when wrapped in Latex, felt euphoric. “Taddy, baby.” He slid two fingers into her ass, testing her tightness.
“It burns,” she gasped.
“You weren’t kidding.” He tried for three fingers.
Taddy gripped his cock and pressed the tip to her anus. “Go slow.” Obviously scared, she kissed him sweetly.
“I promise.” He pulled her into him, ready to take charge. Readjusting her leg around him, he buried his tongue in her mouth. His cock pushed into Red’s ass.
Her warmth guided him deeper.
“You’re doing good, baby.” He kissed her again. “Breathe for me. Take a deep breath.” He went in more.
Taddy inhaled, then exhaled as her ass opened a little more.
“Baby.” He sank in farther. “I’m nearly all the way in.” He kissed her again, putting attention on her nipples, massaging her sore breasts.
She was beautiful. She was quiet. She was sweet.
His cock drove further into her tight, hot asshole. He loved it.
“God, Warner.”
“I’m in, honey. All the way.” He rocked her gorgeous body back and forth. His manhood guided her frame against his. Warner could come right that second. However, he held it. “How do you feel?” Cupping her breasts, he drilled her ass.
“Amazing,” she panted. “You’re…”
“Don’t fight it. Let me be one with your body. Lie with me inside you.” He pumped back and forth. “You’ll get familiar with my dick, I promise.”
“I love it!” Taddy screamed in pleasure.
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Milan’s notorious playboy, Prince Tittoni, seems to have everything–Lamborghinis, exotic women, palaces throughout Europe and business success. Ramping up his fabric company to go global with a new apparel brand, he ruthlessly stops supplying fabrics to the American client who inspired the collection. But once they meet, what’s he willing to give to get her in his bed?
Upper East Side designer Lex Easton has already endured her fair share of hard knocks. She’ll be damned if she’ll let an Italian stud muffin knock her down. So what if she named her favorite vibrator after him? With Fashion Week approaching, she’ll do whatever it takes to secure the fabrics she needs to make her clothing line an international success–even sleep with her rival.
Lex’s Louboutins are dug in deep to win this war. All’s fair in love and fashion!
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“I want you, Lex Easton,” he moaned, pressing his hand over her backside and pulling her in with a tight force. Massimo plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth.
Their noses meshed, and as he pulled his face from hers, he wiped the dampness from his forehead. She noticed and wondered if she made him nervous?
“Bring it on, my prince!” She brought her right leg up around his left. Lex didn’t want to let him go. She craved more. Unsure what came over her, she leaned forward and kissed him back with a feverish intent as her breasts grazed his chest and desire exploded inside her. Her nipples became hard with desire. She fell against the sofa, where he shoved her sundress up around her waist.
He studied her lacy thong. She loved him looking, more than ever when he ground his hips against her. “Sei bellissima,” he murmured, nuzzling her earlobes. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
“Tell me again and again,” she joked, getting more at ease with his compliments. Massimo’s words echoed in her ear.
“I told you the dress looked good on you. I bet it will look even better off you.” He grinned.
“Touch me.” She took his right hand and placed it over her panties, letting his thumb hook on her fabric.
Rip it off already.
His fingers glided up her bare stomach and tickled her with pleasure. Upon each caress, his lips kissed her body. He tugged on the little carnation bow centered on her G string.
“What do we have here, bella?” With both hands, he lowered the ivory fabric which kept her private, wrapping the metallic lace between his fingers, and she became exposed—vulnerable and naked in his arms. But he didn’t lower his own slacks, though his zipper seemed as if it would split his linens, revealing his hung loins at any minute.
“Take off your pants,” she bossed. She was a Manhattanite. What did Massimo expect?
“Patience, my bella. I favor taking my time.” He brushed her lips with his pointer and middle finger. With a slow drop of her jaw, she opened her mouth as he inserted two fingers over her tongue. “Such a tight, hot, mouth—my cock on your lips and down your throat will do you some good, bella. Your tongue is too sharp.”
“Mmmmm,” she mumbled. Sucking his fingers, pretending his cock fucked her mouth, she tasted vetiver. His skin felt callous, rough, and yet his nails groomed and smooth. Lex swallowed, imagining for a second it was his load going down her throat. “This is what I’ll be doing to your cock soon enough.” She spoke with confident poise. Unsure where in the hell it came from, she’d run with it.
It turned him on. His eyes widened with excitement.
“Good girl, bella. I love the way your tongue feels against my fingers. Wet suede is how your cunt will feel hugging my cock—when I am inside you,” he continued with a gaze into her eyes. Massimo challenged her to see how verbal she could be.
“Sounds good to me. Let’s go, Masi.” Sweet tiramisu, his voice is making me wet. His words reverberated in her head as a spell cast to unleash her deepest fantasies. She wanted to be his utopia. Massimo’s coolness combined with determination terrified her—in a good way.
“I bet you have a wet cunt.” He shoved his fingers into her mouth. His commanding, deep, baritone voice was hypnotic.
I do now. Her pussy creamed while listening to him speak, while his tone vibrated though her entire body.
“Yes, yes, Masi.” For a second her entrepreneurial brain imagined recording him speak, selling it on iTunes, calling it Come While Massimo Talks. Women could charge up their Masi’s Salami vibrators, lie on their beds, play his voice and off they’d go—to sunflower island.
Jesus Fucking Christ.
“Let me touch you, feel your pussy, bella.”
Touch me for sure. Feel me, you bet. Fuck me, let’s go.
Massimo pulled his two wet fingers from her mouth as she whispered, “Do it.” Saliva strings connected his two fingers resembling fine silk.
“I want your pussy soaking.” He then re-licked his tips and fingered one inside her.
Yes, yes, yes. A pleasurable moan rose in her throat as he went deeper, stimulating her clit. A vibration hummed through her body. Her womanhood found its own tune chiming through her, following the conductor’s direction. It was set to an Italian station, that was for sure.
Bliss. Ecstasy. Joy.
“More. Give more…”
For fans who loved the snarky wit of Will & Grace and the epic love drama found in Brokeback Mountain comes Avery Aster’s new full-length, standalone contemporary M/M romance novel, Unsaid.
Chelsea’s hottie Blake Morgan III has reemerged from a nasty breakup. His marriage was a frigid disaster beyond repair, and he vows to be single—forever. Bruised, but still hot in Prada, he creates his Seven Desires wish list, his sexiest imaginings. Blake soon realizes there’s only one man he may trust to make these uninhibited intentions come to fruition: his best friend Miguel Santana.
Lower East Side multimedia artist extraordinaire Miguel Santana may be known as the cocky Latin stud in the city, but all he’s wanted since college was Blake’s hand in marriage. He was livid when Blake walked down the aisle with the wrong guy. Miguel has his own list titled the Seven Needs, which are quite contrary to Blake’s dirty-boy deeds. They involve serious commitments, which may leave his new-to-the-singles-scene buddy sprinting for the door, destroying any hopes Miguel has for happiness.
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“I’ve never had a massage in bed.”
His body responded to every touch. “Your shoulders are tense. You anxious?” He pressed his fingers harder, sensing worry between his fingers.
“Watching this erotic movie and straining my eyes to read what they’re saying is stressing me out,” he joked.
Turning his head on the gray pillow, Blake revealed a sweet grin. On his stomach, he stretched out, comfortable in Miguel’s arms. He felt his friend’s entire body go limp. He worked his thumbs down the spine toward his ass and realized he should have a bigger TV. His small screen was from way back. Then again, he wasn’t one for sitcoms or at-home movies. Not when he was in bed with the hottest blonde he’d ever known.
Blake arched his ass upward for him to play with. He spread the buttocks wide with his slippery hands and admired the tight pucker in the center.
“I can’t wait to be inside you.” He settled his cock between the ass cheeks and ground.
“I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be. I’ll be gentle.” He wanted to bust his nut inside him right then. Their ten-year sexual build-up was enough to make anyone explode. Blake was worth the wait. One more day and his friend would be his.
“You, gentle?” Blake tightened his ass cheeks and hugged Miguel’s cock as if it were a hot dog enclosed by a bun and said, “Yeah, right.” He shuffled his legs and hands under his frame.
“You’ll see, my
bebé. I’ll make you hum.” He finished the session with reflexology to the feet.
New York Times bestselling author Avery Aster pens The Manhattanites, a contemporary erotic romance series of full-length, stand-alone novels, and the naughty new adult prequel companion series The Undergrad Years.
As a resident of New York City and a graduate from New York University, Avery gives readers an inside look at the city’s glitzy nightlife, socialite sexcapades and tall tales of the über-rich and ultra-famous.
It was complicated, it was also just the beginning. A decision. A simple choice. There is always that one moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road. A different life. It was easier to pretend that we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy. Pretending was better than knowing the truth... I. Ruined. Us. I had her. I lost her. I love her. All I did was complicate us.
