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“We never made porn,” she quietly replied, “not saying we should now but we never did.”

“We watched ourselves a lot, didn’t we?” He played with her right nipple. “I loved looking over at the mirror and watch you suck my dick. It was one of the beautiful things I’d ever seen.”

She turned to him and softly kissed his lips, savoring his taste. “Tell me more,” she said in a tone above a whisper.

He returned the kiss and gently suckled on her bottom lip. “I loved seeing you on top. I loved seeing your titties bounce as you rode my cock. I loved watching your face knowing I was the one behind that pleasure.”

She rolled on top of him and sat upright. His cock was already hard and wavering against her ass. “I’m a fan of being on top.”

“Ooh,” he purred. He stretched out his arms and cupped both of her breasts. “I’m a big fan of you being on top.”

Mariana adjusted her position and sank down on him. Even though they’d just made love, it felt like a new feeling all over again as she wrapped tightly around him. She gave a soft sigh and squeezed her eyes shut, relishing the feeling of him. He was right, their sex was more than just physical; it was definitely on a spiritual plane that neither could explain nor want to.

Scott watched her reaction as she rode him. Waves of ecstasy covered her face as she softly bounced on his cock. Mariana was never patient for her orgasm and always wanted to get off as soon as she started, but Scott taught her the power of patience. She loved and hated the orgasm denial they often participated in, but she’d come to appreciate it.

“There you go,” he placed her feet on his thighs to give her more access. The change in position shocked Mariana and she squealed in pleasure. “Lean over,” he directed and she followed suit. “Grab my wrists.” He placed his hands over his head and Mariana grabbed his wrists. “Now fuck me.”

“Oooh, fuck!” She cried. Mariana was pressed against Scott’s chest as she happily bounced on his cock. It was more than just her being on top – he was willingly her submissive for the time and she took full advantage of it. She kissed his neck and felt her pussy become wetter as he moaned in her ear. She finally met his lips again and explored the inside of his mouth, drinking from him. He tasted sweet, with a touch of bourbon, and was just as hungry for her.

Her body began to shake as her moans turned into soft coos and small cries. Scott knew she was close and he encouraged her orgasm. Seeing her face when she climaxed was what heaven felt like. “Come for me, baby,” he purred, “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”


 

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Sexy, isn’t it?

I’m waiting for this story to become live so that’s why you haven’t seen it on Amazon (it’ll be exclusive on there). So, until then, you can enjoy the first few chapters over at wattpad (click here).

It’s an erotic short and has the potential of being a series (at least according to my betas). If it does go the series route, it’ll be a trilogy. Of course, I say all of this and I constantly change my mind.

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In other news, I decided to finish the last Jackson and Liane book. It’ll be a soft release so I won’t promote it (I doubt I’ll even mention I released it). I didn’t like it doesn’t have a conclusion so there’s that. So, it’ll just show up on the usual sites sometime soon.

That’s about it. Tomorrow, I’ll post another snippet of the next book I’m releasing called Way Back Now. It’s a sensual romance so no erotic/erotica fiction. It’s also a new twist on a May-December romance. For a teaser of that fic, click here.

I hope you’re all doing wonderful and great. Stay beautiful and blessed! xoxoxo

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#FlashFriday: State of Affairs #erotica #contemporary #kindleunlimited

Briana felt her voice caught her throat and she felt muted. As she watched Jay part her thighs and place soft kisses inside each thigh, she couldn’t help but think how great he looked with his nose buried inside her pussy. “Jay…I…”

“What do you want me to do, Briana? ” He murmured. “Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to eat your pussy? Do you want me to stop and have you return to your hotel? Tell me what you want me to do and I will.”

She licked her lips and released a small series of short breaths to stave off the arousal. She felt powerless yet she wanted Jay to do everything to her. “Touch me,” she whispered.

Jay climbed back up to Briana and swept his lips over hers before pushing his tongue inside. Slow, sensual, and deliberate. One of his hands rested between her thighs while the other cradled her neck.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” His fingers inched closer to her sex.

Briana sighed and pushed out a harsh breath. “My…my…”

“Your what?”

“My pussy,” she moaned.

The soft stubble of Jay’s beard grazed Briana’s cheek as his tongue danced with hers. It was then Briana knew the game was over before it started. She felt her will melt away as her head fell back against the soft cushion of the seat. Her thighs soon parted to make way for his fingers.

Jay slid a finger along Briana’s wet slit and felt his cock hardened. She was so wet, tight, and hot. He couldn’t wait to be inside her. No, business first. They needed to have a conversation about what the expectation was before pleasure could resume.


 

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“I’m not trying to do anything to fuck up my future coins.” She explained.

“Your coins?” Jay repeated. “You have a coin collection?”

“No, it’s slang for money,” Briana explained, “I’m not trying to do anything that will mess up my money.”

“Funny,” Jay stated, “broke people speak in coins while wealthy people speak in dollars.”

“I get the feeling you’re making fun of me.”

“I’m trying to get you to change your mindset.” Jay explained. “You can keep it real while you think of the master plan.”

“People will question how I received the money. They’re going to start looking into who I associate with. They’re going to follow me.” Briana explained.

“They follow you now.” Jay countered. “I know more about you than you think I do.”

Briana faced Jay. “What do you know about me?”

“Your favorite color is green because you wear it more often the others. You’re an only child of two parents who never married. Your mother works at Enterprise Rent-A-Car while you’ve held a series of temporary jobs, frustrating you can’t use your degree.”

“That’s nothing,” Briana dismissed him, “anyone can figure that out –”

“I also know you clean your kitchen every night before you go to bed because you can’t stand seeing dirty dishes first thing in the morning. You favor your left side when you sleep and use about a couple of pillows to get just right. You have a few sex toys but the rabbit seems to be your favorite. And you love to binge-watch Intervention because you love seeing a person beating the odds.” Jay rolled on top of her. “Is that better?”

Jay said it with such sincerity, Briana almost forgot how shook she was. “You want me to shut up, don’t you?”

“Au contraire,” Jay replied, “I want you to be as loud as you can right now.”

“You want me to shut up about other things,” she didn’t back down.

“No to that as well.” Jay replied. “People will listen to you before they will listen to me. I want you to keep protesting and uplifting your community.”

“And in exchange, you want me to be your whore?” She countered.

“I really don’t like labels but if you feel comfortable calling yourself that then do you, boo.”


 

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#SnippetSunday: Power #contemporary #kindleunlimited #erotica

Blurb:

What happens when you hate someone so much you end up connecting with that person?

Senator Jacob “Jay” Edwards is a force to be reckoned with. With White House aspirations and a powerful wife by his side, he could only go up. When a national tragedy puts the spotlight on him, he’ll need to make it go away as soon as possible. He has his eye on the very person to help with him that.

Briana Gooding is tired of protesting, hashtagging, and being angry whenever a case of police brutality happens. When the opportunity to put a dent into Senator Edwards political dreams occur, she moves full throttle. If he won’t listen to her speaking demands, he’ll definitely listen to her in the bedroom.

Two players in the game but only one will emerge victorious.

Power is an erotic short that deals with race relations, police brutality, and bedroom politics.


 

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“Here’s my question, and I’m being dead serious about this,” Jay began, “what is your goal of protesting?”

Briana shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

“You’re blocking freeways, you’re in front of city hall, you’re in front of the damn RNC.” His tone had a thick smear of resentment. “What…is…your…goal?”

“Are you serious right now?” She asked. “You have no idea what our goal is?”

“No, I don’t, and that’s why I asked.” Jay countered. “I hear a lot of screaming and anger but I don’t hear a lot of action.”

“What?” Briana spat. “We want police reform. We want body cameras. We want more officer training in dealing with those who are mentally ill as well as mentally and physically disabled. When an officer is involved in a deadly shooting, there should be an automatic investigation from the DOJ. Grand juries are a joke and shouldn’t be involved in police brutality cases.” She finally felt her anger simmer down to a respectable level. “We want justice now.”

“Good,” Jay cut up his filet mignon and chewed the bite, “now, this is the time you tell me how you expect all of that is going to get accomplished by creating hashtags and blocking freeways.”


 

Power will be out next week. It’ll be available for FREE on Kindle Unlimited subscribers.

To read the first four chapters, click here.

#ThrowbackThursday: I Need You #erotica #bdsm #contemporary

INYAR

The Nook was a private room inside their home, located in a secluded and hidden area that was only accessible through the walk-in closet in their master bedroom.

Other people in the scene referred to their private rooms as dungeons and chambers. Others referred to their rooms with fancy names like Domination Palazzo or Den of Sin. But Sanora wanted something softer and, dare she think, friendlier. Nook sounded like a cozy, warm place out in the country. Let’s go to the nook. Oh, we have a nook in Georgia.

Cozy. Quaint.

The room itself was very much a nook with cream walls, lush carpeting, and vaulted ceilings. The room contained hidden walls and with the push of a button, it revealed various implements, restraints, and a bed that was custom-built specifically for BDSM activities.

Tonight was going to be a special night for the both of them. When Jay arrived at the Nook, he was greeted with a massage table in the middle of the room. Candles were lit everywhere and he briefly wondered if wax play was going to be on the menu tonight.

“Lay on the table, baby boy,” Sanora instructed.

Jay lay down on the table. He kept his eyes open until he was instructed to close them. He knew the protocol. Whatever She said, went. Nothing was up for debate or discussion.

Not that he ever had an issue with anything She did to him. He wanted her to push him to the limit and bring him back from the abyss. Humiliation was the norm between them and Sanora degraded Jay every chance she got, and there were a lot of them.

But it was what he wanted. Being in power all day and calling the shots with their shared submissives, Jay needed a reminder that he wasn’t anything and was the lowest of the low. Other politicians used reminders to keep them in check—an old photo of the first home they grew up in; a reminder of a worn suit that had seen better days; a strong memory of when they went hungry and didn’t eat for days.

For Jay? His reminder was his Domme wife. He could remember a time she made him wear her lace panties and garter to a presidential inauguration. He itched and the panties chafed him all day, causing red welts around his groin.

He loved every minute of it.


 

Get to know Senator Jay Edwards when the erotic short, Power, is released later this month.

#MidWeekTease: Power #erotica #contemporary #kindle

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“So, you and your wife share?” Briana asked as Jay gave a slight shrug.

“We’re polyamorous,” he explained, “what is understood doesn’t need to be explained.”

“That makes no sense,” Jay cut her a sharp glance and Briana retreated, “what I meant was, your marriage. People are voting for you because they think the two of you represent an ideal. You’re a sham.”

“Everyone’s a sham. How you present yourself in public is quite different from who you are in private.” Jay defended, “You will not believe the number of perverts that are in Congress as we speak.”

“That’s not a fair comparison,” Briana stopped speaking when Jay rested his hand in between her warm thighs and cradled the left one. His thumb stroked the inside of her thigh as he studied the Cleveland sky. She felt warmth and most dangerously, power, radiating from his touch to hers. She bolstered the strength to continue. “People think you and Jessica are a loving, monogamous couple.”

“What we do in the privacy behind closed doors has no effect on what bills are signed into law, contrary to what the public thinks. I can fuck my wife and ten minutes later, I can meet with the head of the NRA. What does one have to do with the other?” He asked and Briana raised an eyebrow. “If she wants to sleep with another man, I most certainly know about it. If I want to sleep with another woman,” he turned his head and held her gaze, “she’ll arrange for it to happen.”

Briana felt her stomach twist in knots and she steadied her breathing. She was aroused, yet, there was a simmering anger beneath the surface. She began to think that everything that took place over the last few days wasn’t a coincidence, after all. She and her friends had an incredible amount of luck since their arrival for the convention and Briana honestly thought it was just the positive affirmations and good karma she’d put out to the Earth. She now realized it was the Edwards camp putting things into motion.

She didn’t know if she was impressed or disgusted she was a pawn in their game. “You brought me here so you can fuck me and forget about all of the protests against you?”

“I brought you here so I can fuck you, yes,” Jay slid over to Briana and caressed her face, “but you and I both know, bella, you had the same intentions.”

Briana felt Jay’s soft breath against her lips and resisted the urge to kiss him. “Bullshit,” she spat.

“Oh?” His eyes danced with the challenge. “Short skirt, stilettos, and a top barely held together with some string?” He inched closer to her. “What protestor do you know wears that as they’re about to meet with a Senator?”


 

Get to know Senator Jay Edwards when Power is released later this month. It’s a short erotic story.

S&M IV, Part 2 will be out next year.

New short… #erotica #contemporary

I don’t talk about politics a lot on this page (or anywhere else) because it’s just something I rather avoid. I also don’t want to influence anyone’s voting decision (I said the same thing four years ago so this isn’t a new feeling).
 
That being said, I was inspired by this election’s circus so I’m working a short (probably erotic) that’ll come out by the end of the month. Yes, this month July.
 
And it’s starring….
 
Senator Jay Edwards.
I’m not sure if his wife will be involved (maybe in a small bit role) but it’ll primarily focus on Senator Edwards.
To give you an idea on what he’s like, here’s a snippet for the new readers:
INYAR

I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my way in the end.

Senator Jay Edwards smiled as he remembered the famous quote made by Margaret Thatcher. He was considered to be one of the most welcoming and nice people in office, as long as no one crossed him. Many didn’t. Those who did made sure not to make the same mistake twice.

His patience had paid off, winning yet another election this past November with loud whispers of a future White House run; his party already started the campaigning, though the election wouldn’t be for another two and a half years. He didn’t mind soaking up the limelight, though. If his face being plastered all over TV, internet, and magazines meant more attention to the causes he was so passionate about, it was great.

The Beautiful Asshole. It was a nickname he didn’t coin himself but rather, some fellow female colleagues in office. The beautiful part was due to his dashing movie star looks—he stood over six feet tall, kept his ebony hair trimmed, and had a shade of blue eyes that alternated between cobalt and sea blue. His smile boasted of perfect teeth and he made sure he flashed it often; he never knew when there would be a potential photo-op.

The asshole part of the nickname wasn’t too hard to figure out and it was due to his take-no-prisoners attitude. Did he consider himself an asshole? Well, it depended on the definition. He wasn’t a pushover and he occasionally (in truth, it was often) used emotional and political blackmail to get what he wanted with no fights or complaints. That nickname from his own party, he didn’t mind.

It was the other nickname—The Breck Girl, after the old beauty advertisements showcasing illustrious hair and styling—that made his anger quiver with impatience. His political rivals called him that at every opportunity and Jay thought it was cute at first until one of them threw shade at him by mentioning a certain time of the month and maybe he should go buy some Tampax. Jay made a silent note—that rival was not only going to be politically killed, Jay was going to make sure he would be burned alive.

All of that would have to wait until the next day. One of Jay’s biggest supporters was holding a special Valentine’s Day fundraiser for him and while Jay was annoyed it was being held on what he considered to be the most romantic day of the year, it was too important for him to skip it. The excuse of wanting to make love to his wife all night just wouldn’t fly, though it sounded right in his head.

It was Valentine’s Day and he had planned a special dinner with his wife, Jessica. “Special” as in they both would rather be anywhere else other than attending a fundraiser in his honor. But, money talks and it is quite loud when it wants to be, especially with whispers and nudges of a potential presidential run.

Pleasing his constituents was in the back of Jay’s mind, though. His only concern was pleasing his wife this particular night. She’d made specific orders—no gift over $25 and Jay could admit he was stumped. Granted, they didn’t need more extravagant and expensive purchases in their homes and they desperately needed to downsize. But a $25 gift was something he hadn’t done since his college days, and even then it was a hard task.

“Shouldn’t you be getting home to celebrate Valentine’s Day with your wife, Senator?” Jay’s assistant, Aileen, peeked into his office. She glanced at her diamond-encrusted watch, a gift from the senator for her services, and eyeballed the time. “If you leave now, you’ll be able to make the fundraiser on time.”

“I plan to be fashionably late,” Jay replied, with slight annoyance in his voice. “Who in the hell throws a fundraiser on Valentine’s Day, anyway?”

“The ones with the biggest mouths and deepest pockets,” Aileen smiled. “Besides, with all of that talk about you being president in a couple of years, it’s better for you to go out now and mingle with all the folks who can make a difference.”

“Aileen, come here for a minute, will you?” He beckoned her and she closed the door behind her. She sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Do you think I’ll make a good president?”

“I think so,” she tilted her head slightly; letting the moonlight hit the amber of her eyes, making them sparkle. “You’re intelligent, have a lot of charisma, and it seems both parties like you. You have the support of the veterans because you are one. You have the support of the inner-city because of all of the work you do there. I’ve heard very few bad things about you.”

“Bad things about me?” Jay raised an eyebrow. “What bad things? I’m an angel!”

“I know that and you know that, but sometimes…” Aileen’s voice trailed off.

“Sometimes…”

“You’re a little rough around the edges, Sir.” She addressed him properly. “You can be a bit of a hardass if you don’t get your way.”

“I’m supposed to be,” Jay rubbed Aileen’s back, “you see, if I’m weak, people will take advantage. But, if I tell them to fuck off, no one messes with me.”

“Very few do, Sir.” She smiled again.

“And I hope it stays that way,” Jay replied. “But enough about my political ambitions for a short while. I need you to help me with something.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“I have a task for you. A very short notice task. You need to get this done tonight, before your Mistress and I arrive home.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You know what your Mistress likes, right?”

“Yes, Master.” Aileen replied.

“So what in the hell do I give her?” Jay chuckled. “I guess I could run out to the local pharmacy and pick up a teddy bear and a box of chocolates. It might be slim pickings but it’ll do.”

“May I offer a suggestion, Master?” Aileen offered.

“You may.”

“Look in that drawer right there, Master,” she nodded to a lower left side drawer. “There’s your gift to Mistress.”

Jay reached down and opened the drawer. A bottle of champagne, a box of chocolates, and card awaited him. “You’re a lifesaver, caramellino.”

“I’ll do anything to please you, Master.” She ran a hand through his hair. “Making you happy is all this girl wants to do.”

Jay kissed His submissive, their lips meeting over and over in a twist of hunger and desire. “I love that My girl wants to keep Me happy.”

“Is there anything else this girl can do before You leave for the night?”

“I know I probably shouldn’t spoil my appetite before dinner,” Jay snapped his fingers and Aileen immediately kneeled before Him and began to unbuckle His pants. She unzipped His trousers and pulled out His hardened cock. She wrapped her lips around Him and began to please her Master. “But I think if I have a small bite, it won’t hurt…”

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“Get undressed,” he ordered.

“Yes!” Mariana shed her clothing as Scott quickly removed his. He moved her against the wall and wrapped one leg around his waist.

His eyes narrowed and jaw tightly clenched. “Don’t ever think anything less of yourself. Your fear will kill any hopes and dreams you have and I won’t allow that to happen. Not on my watch.” He demanded. “You’re one of the best employees at MRS and everyone knows it. You’re going to be amazing on this campaign and I can’t wait to see what you come up with.”

Scott’s declaration made Mariana’s eyes water. He truly believed in her, even when he didn’t always say it. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome, baby.” He slid inside her and she gasped in response. “But pleasure first, business later.” He moved slowly, at first, before he built a solid rhythm. “I’ve been thinking about tasting your sweet pussy all morning. Having your cum drip down my chin as I come up from licking your cunt. I love how tight you keep it for me and only me,” he grunted to her, “your cunt is so hot and tight around my cock.”

“Yes,” Mariana tightly wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck as he pounded into her. “I need to feel more of you.”

Scott buried himself completely inside her and Mariana screamed his name. His thickness made her gasp and sharp intake of air escaped her mouth. “Open for me,” he directed.

Mariana nodded and waited as she accommodated his size. No mater how many times they’ve made love, she never got used to it. “I’m ready.”

“Oh, I know you are.” He pulled back a little before he slammed into her again, rocking his hips against hers. “It stops here, Mari. You’re mine. Everything about you belongs to me.” His savagely kissed her, plunging his tongue in and out of her mouth in furious strokes along the same tempo of his cock. He buried his face into her neck as she moaned his name.

“That’s it,” he continued his relentless drive into her, “the only sound you need to make is screaming my name.” He fucked her, claimed her once again she was his and would always be. “I love how you take this cock, your cock. You take it all and still hungry for more.”

Mariana shuddered and nodded. No words could come out even if she wanted to speak. She mewled and moaned as her walls clenched around his cock. It didn’t matter who was after Scott or even who came before him. He put all other men to shame.


 

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