#TeaserTuesday: War – Book 1 #romance #contemporary

Blurb: 

She was his biggest mistake. He’s about to be her biggest regret.

Eliodoro “Eli” D’Amato has a busy enough life. His reality show is rate number one in the country, and he has endorsements coming from everywhere to guarantee his children wouldn’t have anything to worry about. But when a mistake from his past comes back, he wonders if this is a storm he can weather.

Faith D’Amato is going to stand by her husband no matter what drama from his supposed baby mama brings. When the paternity of her middle child is brought into question, Faith realizes that she has more questions than answers.

Simone Harris is not going down with a fight. If Eli and Faith want to play dirty, she’s willing to roll around in the mud. She wonders if her fight is a lost cause when it’s not Eli and Faith she’s fighting, but the entire D’Amato clan.

All is fair in love and war, right?

War is the first of three novellas that deals with the aftermath of infidelity, revenge, and if true love can be saved.


Snippet: 

 

“I don’t appreciate that shit between you and Faye a while back. I don’t care if you two hate each other but the moment it became physical, that’s where I draw the line.” His brown eyes grew increasingly darker with each word. “Not on my watch. That won’t ever happen again or I will quit you both.”

Simone folded her arms and sucked her teeth. Once again she was the devil while Faith was the angel. Faith was so angelic yet she had a retailiation affair. Faith was so angelic yet she kept in contact with Darren for an entire year after they broke up.

Simone wondered if Eli really knew how much his wife was hiding. “Did Faith get the same warning?”

“She sure in the hell did,” Eli nodded. “And I’m repeating it for you so there’s no mistake.”

“Oh what the fuck ever,” Simone rolled her eyes and walked into her kitchen. She stood at the sink and stretched her arms across it. She studied the window outside and focused her attention “Faith just has to get used to me being around, Eliodoro. I don’t necessarily care for this arrangement, neither, but that doesn’t matter now.”

“I will handle my wife,” He replied in a tone that politely told Simone to mind her business, “don’t worry about her. Just focus on Elena, please? Thank you.”

Simone harrumphed and shook her head. “I just knew there was going to be something. She won! She got you, and she got the kids! I don’t ever talk about her or even want to. Why does she care about me and what I’m doing? I swear it’s like the time I spoke to her at the salon when we were dating.”

Eli slowly turned his head toward her. His heartbeat quickened as a small fire lit inside him. “Can you run that by me again?”

“I confronted her at the salon when we dated,” Simone folded her arms and defended her actions, “I asked her when she was going to sign the divorce papers and she was defiant.”

“You did what?” Eli glared at her. “Why? I didn’t ask you to get involved, Simone.”

Simone felt Eli’s words to her core. She hated how he could still impact her as if nothing ever happened. “You were dragging your feet so I felt confronting Faith would speed up everything,” she stood her ground, “I don’t regret it.”

Eli understood Faith’s actions even more. He felt silly getting angry at his wife when she was pushed to the brink of explosion. He would make it up to her when he arrived home. “Of course you didn’t,” Eli walked up to her and cornered Simone against the sink, “don’t pull that shit again.”

Simone smelled Eli’s spicy cologne and felt a sudden dampness in her panties. Eli was so damn hot when he was pissed off. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise,” he backed away, “I’m not having discord between you two because of something I did years ago. You don’t have to like each other but you will not disrespect my name.”

“Speaking of being disrespectful,” Simone began, “I received notice you wanted a DNA test.”


 

War (Book 1) will be out later this month.

#TeaserTuesday: War – Book 1

 

 

 

Blurb: 

She was his biggest mistake. He’s about to be her biggest regret.

Eliodoro “Eli” D’Amato has a busy enough life. His reality show is rate number one in the country, and he has endorsements coming from everywhere to guarantee his children wouldn’t have anything to worry about. But when a mistake from his past comes back, he wonders if this is a storm he can weather.

Faith D’Amato is going to stand by her husband no matter what drama from his supposed baby mama brings. When the paternity of her middle child is brought into question, Faith realizes that she has more questions than answers.

Simone Harris is not going down with a fight. If Eli and Faith want to play dirty, she’s willing to roll around in the mud. She wonders if her fight is a lost cause when it’s not Eli and Faith she’s fighting, but the entire D’Amato clan.

All is fair in love and war, right?

War is the first of three novellas that deals with the aftermath of infidelity, revenge, and if true love can be saved.


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“So do you think, big bro?” Eli asked. “What’s your honest opinion?”

Nick looked around to make sure they weren’t in earshot of any fans or paparazzi. “Honestly? I don’t think she’s a D’Amato. She has none of the features the others have. Then again, genes are a bit of a lottery. She could be yours and just look like Simone.”

“I would accept that but she also doesn’t really look like Simone,” Eli looked up at the sky.

Nick softly blinked and turned to his younger brother. “Oh?”

“I didn’t ask her if there was another possibility,” Eli shrugged.

“But you think there was?”

Eli thought back to when he was with Simone. They saw each other plenty during the week, but the weekends were always swamped. There was also a time period they didn’t see each other for a couple of weeks.

Could she have? It wasn’t like they were in a committed relationship and Eli was still trying to process what he did to Faith and Nathan during the time. “Anything’s possible,” Eli replied, “I wasn’t with Simone all of the time, so…”

Nick shook his head. “Your ego is out of this world, little brother.”

“I’m speaking the truth,” Eli defended with more haste than he’d intended. “I don’t know what she was doing.”

Nick simply smiled. “Just come correct with me, Eli.”

“About what?”

Nick stopped walking and turned to his younger brother. He briefly looked around the Houston sky and admired how sunny and bright it was before he redirected his attention back to Eli. “You can’t stand the fact that while you were cheating on Faye, Simone could’ve been cheating on you.”

“She was never my girlfriend,” Eli replied.

“But I’m almost positive you didn’t want her sleeping with anyone else.”

“Why does any of this matter?” Eli defended. “This was three years ago.”

“It matters because it’s your ego. Eli, you know Elena is not yours.” Nick took off his sunglasses. “The way you’re acting tells me you know deep down Elena is not your child. But you don’t want to accept the fact that the woman you gave up your marriage and family for, was also playing you like a fiddle. You cannot accept the new pussy you chased and threw everything out the damn window, only saw the prestige of being connected to a D’Amato and dollar signs. You cannot accept the fact that the sweet Moni you knew in high school and lost your virginity to, grew up to be Simone, the homewrecking golddigging whore.” He spat. “So that is why we’re here in hot-ass Houston, examining an innocent little girl because you want to be convinced so badly that Elena is your daughter, it would somehow mean what I just said isn’t true. I have news for you, sweet brother, even if Elena is proven to be yours, what I just said about Simone stands.”


 

War – Book 1 – will be out later this month.

What About US is now LIVE!

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Blurb: 

When Kristin Singletary moved to Atlanta, she thought she left her past behind. Her YouTube hair tutorial channel was blowing up, her hair and body care line was gaining even celebrity fans, and she’s a young mother to a toddler son.

Then, against her better judgment, she went to a wrestling show and saw him. It was then Kristin realized that maybe, her past had some unresolved issues.

Luke “Storm” Clayton is a force to be reckoned within the squared circle. A large fanbase of millions plus a budding acting career has made Storm one of the most sought-after men in the world.

Then he saw her. His muse. The one he let get away.

They say time heals all wounds but what heals time?

What About Us? is a novelette about second chances, old romance, and getting that old thang back.


Snippet: 

It was a little after six in the morning when Kristin arrived back home.

It wasn’t her intention to stay with Luke as long as she did. She wanted to lie and said it wasn’t her intention to sleep with him again but it was bullshit. Shit to the bull. The moment she saw him at the convention center and the subtle ‘fuck me’ eye exchanges to each other told her everything.

As she pulled into her garage and turned off the engine, Kristin sat in silence. The cardinal rule was broken. Things were better between them now. Things were actually worse in other ways. At some point, her and Luke were going have to have a Come to Jesus meeting about their relationship but it was too soon for that.

She leaned forward and draped herself over the steering wheel as soft flashbacks struck her.

“God, I missed this pussy,” he moaned before his tongue dove into her. He flickered his tongue, suckling on her clit, and felt her cunt quiver beneath his mouth. The way she smelled, the way she tasted, could drive a sober man to drink.

The wetter she became, the harder Luke’s grow grew. He needed to be inside her, to feel her tightness wrapped around his cock again, to have her scream his name.

“I’m going to come,” she cried and moments later, her body shook, and twisted all over the bed.

Luke climbed up to Kristin and pressed his body against hers. He softly kissed her, letting her taste her own juices from his lips and tongue. He adjusted his position and slid his shaft inside her tight heat.

“Fuck,” he felt her clamp down hard on his cock, suckling along the girth.

“Luke!” Kristin moaned as she clawed at him.

“Cinnamon, baby.” He whispered in her ear as he drove into her. He trailed his tongue from her ear to her neck, increasing his tempo as she softly moaned and clawed at his back. Luke gathered Kristin’s legs, held them against the headboard, thrust hard into her.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

“Yeah, fuck me is absolutely right,” Kristin shook her head. It was perfect. From the moment he mounted her to the various position changes to Luke fucking her so hard, they banged the headboard against the wall. He was rough when he needed to be and gentle when she wanted him. They interlaced fingers when he was on top of her and again, it was her turn to ride him.

She let out another sigh. She always got into the most precarious relationships with troubled men. It was like there was a magnet on her forehead that glared out, ‘I will fix your problems for just a good dickdown’ and they all came running to her. They all were very different. They all, however, were very much alike. They were broken in some form and she often played therapist in addition to girlfriend.

As much as she wanted to blame the men, Kristin also knew she was the culprit. She was the common denominator in all of the relationships. Self-awareness could be a motherfucker at times, knocking a person cold on their behind as reality delivered blow after blow.

Truth was, she’d never eradicated Luke out of her system, not with their storied history. Only a few close people knew and the number was less than a hand count. Not even her exes knew out of fear loose lips would ruin Luke’s reputation more than hers. She felt an innate need to protect him more than the others.

She wondered what was going to happen between them now that something big happened. Making love one time might have been a mistake, but they went at it four times. That was officially a habit.

“No, not anymore and not again,” she shook her head. There were at different parts of their lives now and they wouldn’t fit in each other’s worlds.

They were too different.

They were very much the same.

Kristin quickly got out of her car and quietly entered her home. She checked on Ethan, who slept with Farrah in the guest room. Kristin went to her bedroom, shed her clothes and got underneath the sheets. She had a few hours of sleep before Ethan woke up and even though it wouldn’t be enough, it would have to do.

Maybe she could sleep Luke out of her system.


 

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#SexySunday: Untitled #newadult #romance

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“Cinnamon…”
 
She slowly opened her eyes upon recognition of his voice. No, she would never forget his voice. It warmed her spirit like a sunny day. She could remember how he would nibble on her earlobe as he wrapped his legs and arms around her as they laid in bed, engulfing her frame with his massive one. She easily remembered as he kept moaning it over and over as she laid underneath him.
 
Kristin’s body felt every syllable of the word cinnamon and for a brief moment, her knees buckled. He was the only man that called her that and the only man she would ever allow to say that name to her. He gave the nickname because her complexion reminded him of the spice.
 
A man she hadn’t seen in well over five years could still affect her like they saw each other the day before.
 
“Luke,” his voice came out like a harsh breath on a cold day. Her heart slammed against her chest and it seemed the earth stood still.
 
He was back, though she wondered, had he ever left.
She knew what their relationship was and never pursued anything more of it. They made a clean break from each other years ago and completely swore off all contact. Now he was in front of her and his eyes demanded answers she didn’t quite have.
 
“Cinnamon,” his deep voice blanketed her heart like a summer breeze, “I was wondering if you would be here.”
Kristin gave a nervous chuckle and briefly looked away before meeting his gaze again. Damn it. She shouldn’t have done that. His brown eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief. Long, wavy golden brown locks cascaded against his neck.
 
He stood well over six feet tall and was pure muscle. Not bulky like a bodybuilder, but not too trim, neither. He had a quiet masculinity about him that made him a man’s man.
 
The type to drink beer, chop down trees, and listen to hard and fast music. He spent most of his spare time outdoors, exploring the earth, traveling, and even camping in weird and exotic places.
 
Luke was rather…perfect.
 
He had energy and drive about him that only CEOs could rival. If something wasn’t available, he would find a way. If a door was closed, he went through the window. He created opportunities when none were given.
 
It was why he was a box-office draw. It was why he had a top-rated show on cable television. It was why men wanted to be just like him, and women who wanted to be underneath him.
Luke Clayton aged like a fine wine and probably tasted just as delicious.
 
No, no, NO!
 
Kristin was not going to do that. She was not going to think that. She was not going to imagine him hovering over her, staring into her eyes as he thrust into her. She was not going imagine him forcefully pulling her body down on his as he told her to “take this dick.” She was not going to imagine the numerous times she sat on her sofa as he practiced the alphabet on her sex then fucked her into oblivion.
 
She was not going to waste her time.
 
She was going to be like a normal woman and just wait until she got home and play with her battery-operated boyfriend. “Here I am.”
 
~~~~~
 
New novelette coming this week. Still working on a title. 

#SexySunday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way III)

Blurb:

The famous rapper, Khia, always says to ‘Get Money, Bitch!’

Now I finally understand what she means.

As I become more engrossed into the Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless, traveling all over the world, laughing at quirky Friends references even though I have no idea what the hell they’re talking about, and introduced to how the one percent really lives, I’ll finally realize what it’s really like to be so rich, you downplay the wealth.

I also realize what it’s like to be so rich, you might forget who you are and where you come from.

I don’t want it all. Hell, I don’t even want the majority of it, though I wouldn’t mind having the latest Chanel clutch that is guaranteed to take me to the Promised Land. But I do want something that will ensure we’re on as even of a playing field as we could be.

And if Ian won’t give me that, I will have to walk away.

Nobody puts Domi in a corner.


Snippet:

Ian walks over to a nearby drawer and grabs a blindfold. He slides it over my eyes. “Now you won’t be so distracted.”

I gulp. I only hear my pounding heartbeat and the sound of the AC. I’m getting performance anxiety and this isn’t good. “I need music,” I say. “I can’t do this on my own without anything.”

“Any requests?” He answers.

“Something slow and sexy,” I reply, “something that would make my hands perform.”

Ian chuckles. “It’s not a performance, angel. If you can’t do this, I’ll be glad to help you.” He turns on some music and I’m pleased to hear “Father Figure.” “Is this a good a choice?”

The song describes our relationship to a tee. I’m not sure if that was an intentional choice on Ian’s part. “That’ll work. Thank you, baby.”

I feel the synthesizer and keyboard permeate my body, followed by the haunting bass line that reminds me of a heartbeat. I forget Ian is in the room as my hands explore my body like never before.

My breasts are pillow-soft and full. My nipples are hardened from just thinking about what I’m going to do. My tummy is a little round, but not flabby. My mound has a small patch of hair on it. My pussy is warm, wet, and eager.

I spread my legs and bare myself all to Ian. He’s never seen me like this nor have I ever been like this. So open and so wide, as he watches me.

My fingers are clumsy and shake a little. Am I really doing this? Is this really happening? How would I know how to rub myself just right? What if my nails hurt when I insert them?

The song’s chorus stirs something inside of me and I feel my pearl peeking through my wet slit. I take two fingers to my lips and briefly wet them, lightly sucking on them before taking them back down to my sex.

I circle around it and my body responds, by first a soft jerk, then relaxation. My fingers quickly work to keep up with the haste tempo of the chorus. My body rides the wave of ecstasy building inside me.

My free hand caresses my other body parts, working its way up to my nipples and softly pinches both of them. I slightly bite my finger before I insert it inside my mouth, pretending it’s Ian delicious cock.

Pressure billows my core as heat spreads throughout my body. This orgasm is coming hard and fast. My mouth gasps and soft moans come out as I don’t try to control them. My body begins to shudder and shake as my fingers circle faster and faster.

The orgasm rips through my body like a harsh current. I scream at the top of my lungs, as my body is lightly covered with sweat and collapse back down on the bed. It’s another out of body experience for me and I’m completely spent.

Ian joins me on the bed and kisses my forehead just as the song ends.


 

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Not About That Life

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#TeaserTuesday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way #3)

Blurb: 

The famous rapper, Khia, always says to ‘Get Money, Bitch!’

Now I finally understand what she means.

As I become more engrossed into the Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless, traveling all over the world, laughing at quirky Friends references even though I have no idea what the hell they’re talking about, and introduced to how the one percent really lives, I’ll finally realize what it’s really like to be so rich, you downplay the wealth.

I also realize what it’s like to be so rich, you might forget who you are and where you come from.

I don’t want it all. Hell, I don’t even want the majority of it, though I wouldn’t mind having the latest Chanel clutch that is guaranteed to take me to the Promised Land. But I do want something that will ensure we’re on as even of a playing field as we could be.

And if Ian won’t give me that, I will have to walk away.

Nobody puts Domi in a corner.


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We walk to Saint Nick’s apartment. His apartment is the only door on the floor besides the emergency exit and I’m curious what’s behind Door #1.

“Are you ready, angel?” Sir asks me.

To be honest, I’m not sure how to answer that question. There’s only one way to find out. “Yes, Sir.”

Ian opens the door and we walk in. The sounds of Al B. Sure’s “Right Now” blasts in our ears but my body comes to a full whiplash cant and my face completely blanches when I see the stupendous sight in front of me.

Two nude black women are tied up and suspended in the air. Pink rope is tied around the one on the left in intricate designs and knots while the one on the right has purple rope in the same design. I would later find out the method used was called shibari.

“Greetings,” a booming voice appears and a short time later, I see Saint Nick who seemingly came out of nowhere. Or maybe he was in front of me all along and I paid more attention to the women above my head than the man standing on the floor and between them.

Nick is surprisingly dressed casual despite what I’m seeing above me. He’s wearing a white tank top and black lounge pants. He’s holding a riding crop and slowly stroking it. “I’m glad you’re able to come.”

My voice is gone. I can’t speak. Are those women okay? Are they in pain? Shoot, I don’t have a knife with me to cut them down if I have to. What in the hell is going on here? What did Ian bring me to?

Meanwhile, Nick’s eyes are piercing through my body. He’s not smiling, nor is he stiff. His stance is very relaxed and dare I say, he’s comfortable where he is. But it’s very clear what the expression across is face is saying to me:

Little girl, do not waste my time with your bullshit.

“Don’t be alarmed, Domi,” Nick reads my emotions, “they’re not in pain nor are they in danger.” With the riding crop, he points to one woman and caresses her body with it. “tesero is my wife, Zerrin.” He repeats the same motion to the other lady. “piccina is my longtime submissive, Whitney.”

Wait a minute….Saint Nick has two submissives? And Zerrin’s okay with sharing her man?

tesero is the only one I sleep with, in case you’re wondering.” Nick clarifies. Was this man a clairvoyant or something? “piccina is the one I get to do the things I can’t with tesero.”

My mind naturally asks, ‘Such as?’ but it occurred to me it truly isn’t my damn business.

Saint Nick walks closer to me and I step back into the brick wall of Ian. I’m trapped and my feet…my feet are cinder blocks. I’m legit terrified and Saint Nick isn’t looking so heavenly right now.

I’m staring dead at the goddamn devil and I’m going to hell with gasoline draws on. Fuck it, we all gotta go out one way or another. At least it’ll be warm where I’m going.

Nick doesn’t say a word to me. Instead, He holds out his hand for me to grab. I look back at Ian, who simply nods, and Nick leads me to the middle of the foyer. I’m standing underneath and between both women.

I want to run, but I also want to see what happens.

Then the weirdest feeling occurs. My arousal is almost at its peak. My breathing becomes sporadic and my skin is hot to the touch. This is actually turning me on.

Nick does a soft motion with His hands, suggesting I walk around and examine the ladies. I don’t hesitate and start walking around. I walk over to Zerrin, and notice her eyes are closed while her breathing is surprisingly steady.

She’s…relaxed?

I study her face and she’s at peace, almost in a meditative state. I look back at Saint Nick and He nods, giving me permission to touch her. I delicately touch the soft Japanese silk rope and in awe of it all.

I slowly walk over to Whitney and she’s grinning like a child. Her eyes are closed and her chest slowly rises up and down in a steady motion. She’s also in a peaceful state and dare I say, I’m feeling pretty jealous.

I walk between the women as Saint Nick approaches me with a blue rope. I swallow once. Twice. It’s now or never. I either dive head first into the abyss or I’ll never know how it could’ve been.

I quickly nod and I feel Ian pull my arms behind me as Nick rips off my clothing. He produces a knife and holds it to my eye level. Is He about to brand me? What’s going on?

I’m speechless but my head slowly nods. Yes, Master…yes, Saint Nick….I’m willing to do whatever You both ask me to.


 

Yes, LAWD.

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#TeaserTuesday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way III)

Walking into the penthouse this time around is different. The air is thin. I’m a bit lightheaded but steady. My stomach is coiled up into tight knots and my legs are a bit wobbly.

Tonight, Ian wanted to practice on me. BDSM.

I’ll admit I don’t know squat about it other than what I’ve read in a few ebooks and the movie. What I do know is that when Ian tied my wrists behind my waist and fucked me from behind, I couldn’t get enough of it.

I guess a part of me liked feeling helpless as I begged him to not stop fucking me. A part of me loved relinquishing that control, exchanging the power, and submitting to him completely.

Hmm…maybe I am a submissive?

There’s not a question on whether I like it – he’s already tested the waters with spanking me and tying me up – now he wants to go further. Am I really ready for it? Can I handle it?

We just have to see. Find out on the next episode of Young, Loaded, and Kinky.

I don’t know why I’m scared. I guess it’s that weird feeling of the unknown. You want to take the first toe dip into the water to see how warm it is before you dive in. You want to see if your body can withstand the coldness of the water or it’ll be just too much.

That’s where I was – dipping my toe into a pool of the unknown.

I remove my shoes as I enter the foyer and am immediately greeted by the sounds of Teddy Pendergrass. I’m legit surprised Ian knows about him. Then again, this same man declared his love for Diary of a Mad Band so I can’t be too surprised by anything he does anymore.

I search for him, knowing he’s nearby. I don’t see him, but I feel him. I feel his energy, his presence, and his love. My eyes follow the trail of rose petals and candlelight to the open French doors leading to the wide and spacious balcony that overlooks Los Angeles.

I don’t think I can ever get used to this.

Ian slowly turns around and he’s still dressed in the same casual outfit from before. His eyes are softened to a sky blue and he pours a glass of champagne as I greet him. “Angel,” the word barely comes out as a whisper.

He wraps his arm around me and gives me a deep, bear hug. The type of hug that only your lover could give you. The type that says, ‘I’ll forever protect you and honor you.’ He looks down at me and just smiles as he mouths along to the lyrics. “You’re more beautiful than the Mona Lisa…”

I immediately take the glass and set it aside. I forcefully grab Ian by his neck and pull him down to my level. My lips are hungry for his and my tongue is anxious to play. I know he had romance in mind but sometimes a girl just needs to be fucked. And hard.

What Ian did for me tonight was just too beautiful and I’m ready to give him this work.


 

Not About That Life will be out the week of August 15th.

#TeaserTuesday: Feeling Some Type of Way III

“You never tried masturbating?”

I felt his words in my core, the heat in my belly, and the intensity of his blue eyes as they focused on mine. I’m not ashamed I’d never done it; I’m sure a lot of women haven’t.

I grew up with the thought of doing so was unpure, nasty, and potentially harmful. Classy and educated women didn’t masturbate. Those who did would be out in the streets, jumping at anything that walked past them. I didn’t want to bring shame to my family or somehow destroy the Kimbrough name by doing so, so I’d never attempted.

It wasn’t that I wanted to. I read enough trashy e-books to get my fill there and very few of them had the heroine masturbating, so I thought women just didn’t do it. Those who did do it, were sex experts. I was definitely not that.

Ian was willing to teach me everything he knew and then some. I had no reason to be afraid and for some odd reason, I felt a bit empowered by his boldness. “No, I haven’t,” I quietly answered.

“I want you to,” his voice matched mine. “Now. In front of me.”

I swallowed. Twice. “Now?”

“You liked it when I did it to you, yes?” He asked. “I want to see what you look like when you give yourself that same pleasure.” He stands behind me and slowly unzips the gown. He pulls down my body, caressing it along the way and helps me step out of it.

Ian slowly removes the expensive La Perla thong but leaves the pantyhose and garter belt on me, along with the bra. I feel the coldness of the air conditioning on my heated sex, and my body responds. Desire races throughout my body like a maze, and unrelenting pleasure takes over. I look at him through the full-length mirror in our bedroom, and his intense eyes are fixated on mine.

He’s not just watching me; he’s studying my reaction, my every movement, and bidding his time on what he should do next. He wants me to become more open for him, more exposed and vulnerable. To be willing and eager for the experience, no matter how scary it could be.

We’ve played the roles since we’ve been a part of each other’s lives – he leads and I follow. Except now, he wants me to lead. He wants me to show him where it feels good. He wants me to show him how I give myself pleasure, how I make my toes curl, how I can myself scream out in orgasm.

Could I? Could I really do such an intimate act?

“You knew what you were doing, though.” I weakly reply.

The thought frightens me. It sounds silly to think I had no problem doing a pole dance in front of millions around the world. I share a bit of my world on Instagram every day. But the thought of masturbating…doing such a private act in front of my lover? I don’t know.

Ian kisses the back of my legs and I go weak as they softly buckle. He wraps his arms around my body to keep me from falling as he moves upward. He places two small kisses on each cheek before moving to the small of my back. His tongue traces up my spine and finally and the small of my neck, my weak spot.

“No, I didn’t,” he purrs in my ear, and softly nibbles on it. I close my eyes and lean back against him while his hands slither all over my body. “I didn’t know if you would like me playing with your pussy. I do, now.” He stops kissing my ear and my eyes open. I meet his eyes in the mirror staring back at us. His right hand travels to my sex and cups it, feeling the soft thumping against his palm. “What are you afraid of?”


 

The third installment will be out next month.

#SundaySnippet: Bad and Bougie (Feeling Some Type of Way II)

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Now is the biggest test – actually sucking him off. I clearly can’t get all of him inside my mouth at this moment and I’m not about to attempt. But I want to see how far I can go and if I could make him come.

I kiss the mushroom tip and taste his essence that spilled out. Salty and unique. I’ve never tasted come before so I don’t know what to expect. I would definitely say it’s an acquired taste. I can see why all those porn stars spit that shit out.

I open wide and clasped my mouth around the head as I lower myself down. I try to remember the notes Adrienne gave me. I try to remember how Vanessa Del Rio did it when I watched her videos.

I take another inch inside and to my surprise, I think I’m getting the hang of it. I’m actually enjoying this. I feel Ian’s eyes on me but I’m afraid to look up because again, I’m trying to remember all 50-11 things running through my head and seeing him might break my concentration.

Is he enjoying this? How long am I supposed to do this? Am I playing with his balls enough?

No biting. No teeth unless I know for sure what I’m doing. Slow suction. Hard and fast at moments. Use hands if I get tired. Use my tongue if my mouth gets tired.

Too many fucking things to remember just to suck dick!


 

Indeed.

Bad and Bougie will be out June 23rd.