So, years ago…this was actually my very first published book…I wrote an anthology called Bad Girls. I meant to follow up on it and then well, the D’Amato Brothers and Scott Reed happened.
I decided I wanted to go back to my erotica roots and just write pure smut, no chaser.
So, here is Bad Girls, Vol. II.
I have, like, several stories going on in my head and I didn’t want to flush them out as full stories. I thought simple love bites would be sufficient for summer reading.
I don’t know how long this will be but I can’t imagine it’ll be more than 35,000 words, if that.
Anyway, here’s a sample! Enjoy!
“You look stunning.”
My breath hitches as my pulse races. He wasn’t supposed to know about this day. He wasn’t even supposed to be in this hotel. And he damn sure wasn’t supposed to be in my room.
Yet, somehow, he’s here and well, it’s just the two of us. My fiancé is at the church waiting for me and all of our guests are also awaiting my arrival. I’m in my hotel room alone with my ex-boyfriend. I asked for room service, expecting the typical bellhop. I didn’t expect to see Chris here, the ex I thought I had forgotten about. He wasn’t good for me and I was too good for him. Of course, we couldn’t stay away from each other.
He looks at me with a wicked grin and the sensual tension flows between us, higher than before. He steps from behind the cart and glides towards me as he crosses the room. This is a man of confidence and defiance, preying on how weak he could make me feel at any given moment. My heart races as he inches closer and closer to me. I could run. I could tell him to leave and never see me again. We both know I won’t.
My body longs for his touch, while my brain and heart tells me it’s a bad idea. I know it, he knows it, and we’re both are not trying to stop it.
“Thank you.” I reply as he tilts my chin to meet his stunning blue eyes.
“I would love to ruin your makeup.” His voice is above a whisper, “but I won’t.” He kneels down and lifts up my ballgown and sees my blue thong and matching garter set. “I can warm you up for Rick, though.”
“Chris…” I softly protest but body already responded. My sex is slick with desire and aching for him to touch. I want him to touch me. Kiss me. Lick me. Fill me up with his thick cock.
I soon get my wish as Chris stands up and leads me to the bed. He stands over me as I lay down, reaching up to slide my thong down my thighs and onto the floor. He kneels down and kisses the inside of my thighs before he delivers a long, slow lick to my pussy. I scream as my body arches off the bed and he gently pushes me back down with one hand. His tongue strokes me with gentle circles until my legs shake. I’m wide open for him, climaxing, and losing control.
Chris stands up and wipes me down with the panties he just removed from me. He stuffs them in his pocket. “Your limo is waiting downstairs, baby.” He helps me stand and looks over me one last time. “Until the next time.”
This story will be available everywhere very soon. Details TBD.