#TeaserTuesday: Quench My Desire #novella #newadult #rockstar

 

Blurb:

He summoned me to write a song for him. He ended up giving me so much more.

The media’s image of him was something crazy and completely different from the battered soul, who was mischievous and completely dynamic than anything I had ever encountered.

I was flawed and damaged; a consequence from having success at a super young age when most girls would’ve been playing with their Barbies and Bratz dolls. I was exposed to a lot before I old enough to get my driver’s license.

Yet, he was my savior. His age and experience showed me to be happy in an unknown world. My youthfulness and naiveté taught him there was still innocence in the world.

He was my fire. I quenched his thirst.

Bestselling and USA Today featured authorVera Roberts brings a hot new novella with Quench My Desire, a sexy venture into the music industry, May-September romances, and vibin’ with one’s true spirit.


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“I want to get back on top. I used to be a superstar. Crowds lined up for blocks to see me. People screaming my name and I barely said a word. Fans going out and buying my record the moment it dropped at midnight.” Jax’s eyes take a somber turn. This is the part of fame that people don’t realize. It’s not about bling and Bentleys when you’re a has-been before you’re 30. Some people take a break and can bounce back like nothing ever happened. And some people are still trying to recapture their glory days. “And then I messed it all up. I had the world eating at the palm of my hand and I just…I just blew it.”

“So what happened?” I know I’m potentially crossing a line between personal and professional but if I’m going to be working with ol’ boy on a song, I need to make it as personal as possible.

Jax releases a soft sigh and stares straight ahead at nothing. “I took a break to handle things.”

A break to handle things is one way to say it. What Jax didn’t bother to say because we both know was that he was regularly skiing down those cocaine slopes before he finally hit the proverbial tree.

Rock bottom with your face splattered and dick out all over TMZ and every other tabloid will make anyone seek Jesus. “Did you seek what you were finding?”

Jax looks at me with those hypnotizing brown eyes and I feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “I don’t know yet.” He softly bites his lip. “Maybe.”

I clear my throat and hope that somehow clears the sexual tension between us. “This song,” I turn back to the lyrics, “is about seeking that thirst in the middle of the night. That rainstorm after a long drought. The unfailing love after a series of horrible breakups.”

Jax quizzically looks at the lyrics. “I thought the song was about sex? I mean, right here you sing, ‘quench my desire.’ This part you sing, ‘do it to me.’ This part you sing…” Jax smiles as he turns to me. “…’give it to me.’”

I swallow and ignore the flames that are crawling up my body. My heartbeat is making me deaf. “I could’ve been talking about Whoppers, you know?” I laugh and he follows. “The radio is getting overplayed with that. No one wants to use innuendos or suggestive lyrics anymore. R&B has a lot of profanity and otherwise, disgusting lyrics in it nowadays. People want to be romanced. They don’t need an instruction manual on how to get it in.”

“I don’t think anyone needs instructions given this song.” His brown eyes stare at me as if he was staring through me. “But a woman singing this doesn’t have the same desperation as a man would. Sometimes the gender of a person singing a song makes a difference. Take for example, “Respect.” Otis Redding did it and did a great job of it. But when Aretha Franklin put her spin on it, she had every single woman in the world singing R-E-S-P-E-C-T.”

He glances down at the lyrics and lightly sings them. His voice is smooth and soulful. Despite Jax’s issues, he hadn’t lost his touch. I always knew he was a great singer, but seeing him like this – raw, unfiltered, with authentic emotion – is what wet dreams are made of. “A woman would be considered desperate. A man would be considered hungry and longing for that one woman to satisfy him. This is why I need to record this song. I know it’ll be a hit.” He glances back at me. “Don’t you think so, Mia?”

The scent of his cologne is making me want to bottle it up and sell it to the highest bidder: my thirsty ass. Every time he exhales, I inhale. I want to feel him all over me. I want to feel him inside me.

This is going to be the longest recording session in the history of music. “Um, yeah…” My voice is choked with emotion and I clear it one more time for good measure. I should really get a throat lozenge.


 

Quench My Desire will be out this Friday everywhere. It is a New Adult novella.

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Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

Sydney Winchester realizes there’s a spark missing from her marriage but she doesn’t know how to get it back. When her manager forces her to go on a vacation, it gets the wheels turning in her head on how to blow her husband’s mind. She can only hope it works or her Happily Ever After will become a distant memory.

Dean Winchester knows a challenge when he sees one and he knows his marriage is heading for trouble. A small break from hockey is exactly what he needs to revitalize his short marriage before it’s too late.

By marrying each other, their dream came true. Now they need to keep it alive.

#LegsandLiquorStores is a short novella in the new adult Breakaway series about recapturing the spark and reclaiming one’s identity.


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“Girl…” Sarah entered Sydney’s home with two coffees and donuts for them both. Sydney was typing away at her Macbook and Sarah made herself home, like she normally did. Sarah was over at Sydney’s home so much, she even had her own room. “…traffic was nothing short of insanity. Caffeinated is seriously just two miles away and it took almost 15 minutes to get there!”

She sat down at the dining table and began to take out the breakfast spread. “So I got your fancy, schmancy whatever the hell this is called for you. I like to refer it as the Sunken Place Pumpkin Spice Convention but I think too many special snowflakes will get offended by that.” Sarah pulled out her coffee and glanced at it. “Mine is in direct response to the #metoo bullshit and I call this #youbestnot.”

Sydney briefly glanced at her best friend. Sarah always kept it one hundred, even it was against her best interest. “I hope you didn’t tell them that at the shop, ‘Rah.”

“Girl, you know me…” Sarah smiled. “…you damn right I did.”

Sydney shook her head and took a sip of her overpriced and too-hot coffee. “What’s up?”

“Syd…” Sarah took a sip of her coffee and thanked the ancestors for a sense of humor. “…the shit Jameson pulled on me last night! Girl! He took that swing and tied me up in it, right? And then he fucked me as if his life was depended on it. Pulling my hair, slapping my titties, he forcefully grabbed my face and asked me if I was going to take that dick like the slut I was?” Sarah blew out a breath. She was getting aroused just thinking about it. “He fucked me as if he was punishing me for all of my sins and I’m pretty sure we did some shit that was more than a little illegal in a few states.

“I mean, he picked my big-ass up and slammed me down on the bed, spread my legs apart, and was like, fuck you! And laying down there, looking up at him, panting and stroking and I’m like, damn right, fuck me!” Sarah shook her head and fanned herself. “I don’t even know why I even have dildos because this motherlover knows how to work it like a Missy Elliott record.” Sarah glanced over at Sydney. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes were just as narrowed.

“Have you listened to a word I just said?” Sarah asked. Sydney didn’t bother to look up once other than welcoming Sarah inside. She knew her best friend went through a professional and personal drought lately, but it was unusual what Sydney was doing. “You’ve been focused behind that computer screen and I’m trying to tell you all the freak-nasty shit me and Jameson did last night!”

“Give a minute,” Sydney typed in a few more words, “I’m trying to research something.”

“Research what?” Sarah blinked as she sipped her iced coffee. “How to ignore your best friend’s dick report?”

“No,” Sydney studied the Google results and slowly enunciated each word,  “how to get watercolor paint out of your vagina…”

Sarah’s eyes widened before they settled. “I’m glad you and Dean are getting back into a routine,” she stood up and picked up her purse. “but bitch, let’s go to the ER!”


 

*Note: I’m in the process of renaming the title. #LegsandLiquorStores is just a working one.

It’ll be out later this month.

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#TeaserTuesday: Love’s Burden (H.E.R. 2)

Blurb: 

Caught in the clash of two warring families, Romeo Torres will be forced to decide between protecting the woman he loves, and being loyal to the game. With time running out, Romeo must get creative with his girlfriend’s survival, even if it means he’llbecome a target himself by his own family.

Love’s Burden is the second part of the H.E.R trilogy. It deals with revenge, true love, and if time really heals. It’s a modern-day remix of Romeo and Juliet.


 

Snippet: 

Rodney scanned over his daughter’s IG page and could only shake his head. Julia was in London with Roman as he’d predicted. He wondered how she managed to leave her apartment undetected. He also briefly wondered if she had anything to do with Santiago’s recent murder attempt.

Rodney shook his head. Julia? His princess? There was no way she would’ve been able to get close enough to Santiago to shoot him. She would’ve been shot on sight by a litany of Santiago’s security, both public and hidden.

No, whoever shot him was someone he knew and someone who was able to get close enough to him. If Julia had been in London all this time, there was no way she would’ve been able to execute such plan.

He softly chuckled at the thought. His Julia being a killer? That was ludicrous. This was the same girl who wore loud colors, had a curious Gilmore Girlsobsession, and could recite facts about everything Michael Jackson.

Why would a girl who could dissect a song like “Stranger in Moscow” be a cold-blooded attempted murderer?

Rodney put his phone down and sipped his cappuccino. There was something unnerving about what was going on with his daughter, but each time he’d spoken with her, she gave no illusion there was anything sinister going on.

He knew the stress of losing her mother caused Julia to lose an extraordinary amount of weight. Her blog and vlog continued to be popular and Julia seemed to go on with her life.

There was something amiss about the whole ordeal, Rodney silently admitted. Things with Julia were too perfect. Not that he wanted her to be stressed out and defiant by seeing Romeo against his wishes. No, there was something more. There was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but Rodney knew whatever it is, things might get worse.

“Rodney.”

The familiar smooth voice of his old friend greeted Rodney and he took a sip of his cappuccino. He nodded a seat for Santiago to sit down and a server came by to take his order.

There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the pair as they just stared at each other. Whatever brotherhood and kinship they had was long over.

“I’ll make the visit short and sweet. Thank you for the recent deposit of funds. I would like to continue to be a part of your business.” Santiago cautiously said.

Rodney slightly shrugged. “I have no problems with that. Is that all?”

“No, it’s not.” Santiago greeted the server as she delivered his meal of a croissant and a coffee. She quickly left. “Our children are dating again.”

“There’s nothing I can do about that. I told Julia to stay away from Romeo and she refused to listen.”

Santiago briefly looked up at the sky and decided how badly he wanted to play Russian Roulette with his life. He’d never been a punk so he wasn’t about to start. “When was the last time you’d physically seen Julia?”

“Why is this any of your business?” Rodney’s defenses went up. “You got your money and now you’re questioning my daughter’s motives for being with your son?”

“You’re not listening to me,” Santiago’s voice was low, “Vanessa was killed six months ago. Julia has been in London for a week now and I’m pretty sure she’s not going to return. What was she doing between the time of the funeral and before she left?”

“Whatever it is you want to say, Tee, you need to say it with your chest,” Rodney warned him, “I’m not repeating myself.”

“The person who tried to kill me – if that was her attention – was your daughter,” Santiago stated. “And I want to know what role did you have to play in that.”


 

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Blurb:

When you wish upon a star…

Sydney Winchester realizes there’s a spark missing from her marriage but she doesn’t know how to get it back. When her manager forces her to go on a vacation, it gets the wheels turning in her head on how to blow her husband’s mind. She can only hope it works or her Happily Ever After will become a distant memory.

Dean Winchester knows a challenge when he sees one and he knows his marriage is heading for trouble. A small break from hockey is exactly what he needs to revitalize his short marriage before it’s too late.

By marrying each other, their dream came true. Now they need to keep it alive.

#LegsandLiquorStores is a short novella in the new adult Breakaway series about recapturing the spark and reclaiming one’s identity.


Unedited Snippet: 

Sydney briefly wondered when was the last time the two of them were just laying down on the sofa like they were. They used to have nightly Netflix dates. Now Sydney was lucky she even saw Dean during the week. “Ian told me you had a light schedule this week.”

“I do.” He nodded. “What’s up? Do you needed to do something? Go to an art exhibit? Paint another mural for one of your big-pocket clients?”

“I’m not allowed to step foot back inside the Ferguson.” She revealed. “Ian kicked me out until I get myself together.”

“You seem pretty put together to me.” Dean murmured.

“That’s not what he meant.” Sydney adjusted herself and Dean sat up. She paused the show and faced her husband. “Dean, can we talk?”

“I really don’t like how this is beginning.” A small storm began in his light eyes. “Why are you listening to him about what’s going on with us?”

“Because Dean, in case you haven’t noticed, there is something going on with us.” Sydney pleaded. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know if the spark is gone, if I’ve become a regular schmegular degular hockey wife like the other chicks in Manhattan Beach or what. But something is happening with our relationship, baby. It’s impacting my artwork. It’s impacting on me finding a purpose to do anything anymore. And I don’t know if it’s depression or if I’m just straight-up bored and I don’t know it. But something is going on, Dean, and I’m afraid if we don’t try to fix this, we’re just going to be two people sharing a big-ass house and that’s our only connection to each other! We’ll be like Joey and Chandler. We’ll be like Monica and Rachel.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched up. “Who?”

Friends!” Sydney replied. “You know the show about those six friends in New York?”

“Oh, you mean Living Single?” Dean replied.

Sydney cracked a smile. “You know what I mean, Dean. I’m afraid we’ll just resort to the fact that we’re together just because and that’s it. There’s no more unpredictability or anything. I’m going to become one of those bored-ass housewives who goes on IG and Facebook, stalking other people’s lives, asking for gossip about others, and nursing my wine habit because I’m so bored.”

“You are so damn dramatic,” Dean chuckled. “You’re forgetting the small part on how you have a very successful art career and you’re in demand?”

“Besides that.” She leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around her. “I haven’t painted in a week. A whole week, babe.”

“That’s not good, baby.” He stroked her dark hair and kissed her forehead. “Do you need to see a therapist?”

“I don’t know.” She played with the fabric of her distressed jeans. “I don’t know what we need to do to fix this.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make this better. If we need to go to therapy, we’ll go to therapy. Simple as that.” Dean thought about the elephant in the room neither addressed. “When’s the last time we made love?” Sydney shrugged. “That might be another one of our issues, Syd.”

“Each time we try, one of us is too tired. Either you’re knocked out or I am.” She shrugged. She couldn’t even remember the last time they made love. “So, there’s that.”

“Well, we need to change that, don’t we?” He pressed his lips against her neck and gently sucked on it. Sydney moaned her appreciation. “We can do the therapy thing but I also think we can do the wild thing, too.”

“Oh my god, you’re so damn cheesy.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around him. “That’s what I get for taking you to that 90’s music festival.”

“Hey, don’t knock Tone Loc now.” Dean nodded. “He had hits.” He stood up and grabbed his wife’s hand. “Let’s go out right now.”

“Right now?” Sydney looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 9 PM. “Where are we going? A lot of places are starting to close!”

“Not one in particular.” Dean swept his lips over his wife’s. She melted into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. “I have big plans for us that don’t involve watching any Friends episodes whatsoever.”

She shook her head. “You can’t knock it until you’ve tried them, Dean.”

Dean kissed his wife’s temple. “No, I can knock them without ever wanting to try them, boo.”


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#LegsandLiquorStores will be out next week.

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#TeaserTuesday: Sweet Nectar (Ellison Brothers #6)

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Blurb: 

It had been over two years and I haven’t spent one day I haven’t thought of him. Of us. How much I missed him. How much I’m still in love with him.

Soul Ellison. The love of my life. The worst heartache of said life.

I chose my career over him, though it was a decision I knew was a huge mistake the moment I made it. When I left him back at his Harlem townhome, I wasn’t expecting him to come back.

He did. With a vengeance.

Our obsession with each other was only complicated by our intense desire and love. I needed him like I needed air. He was my drug and I didn’t want to go to rehab. He was richer than sin, a craving stronger than the most decadent dish, and he was all mine.

Navigating through a world where paparazzi follow my every move and I become the gossip fodder I once reported on, I wonder if this is a life I want? Soul promises he’ll do anything to protect me. I only wonder if we’re strong enough to protect each other.

Bestselling and USA Today featured author Vera Roberts’s Ellison Brothers series concludes with Sweet Nectar, a sexy venture into the fashion industry, insta-fame, and if love truly conquers all.


 

Unedited Snippet:

Closing my book, I’ll think about what’s going on with me and Soul, if there’s anything going on between us. It’s been 24 hours since I’ve seen him and I haven’t called him once. I’m still in too much shock to do so.

I glance over to my bedside and I see Soul’s ecru business card with raised lettering staring back at me. I bite my groan as just feeling the card tells me how lavish and exuberant he is. He’s more understated than his brothers, but it’s clear he doesn’t do Wal-Mart.

My fingers get the best of me and I find myself dialing Soul’s number. I press send before I realize what the hell I’m doing. No, I don’t want to talk to him. No, I don’t want to hear whatever excuse he has for blindsiding me today. No, I don’t want to deal with any feelings I have towards that man.

I put my phone down, turn off my light, and turn over in bed. I’ll deal with Soul later and now’s not the time to do so.

Then my phone rings. I don’t have to guess it’s Soul calling me except it’s a special ring: he wants me on FaceTime.

I turn over and I see the number flash before me. I didn’t bother to input his number because I know it’s him. I just called him and he’s calling me back. I can’t use the excuse I’m busy or I butt-dialed because he knows I’m wide awake, despite it being close to midnight.

I quickly turn my light back on and just stare down at my phone. It stops ringing and I breathe a sigh of relief. The victory is small and sweet as the phone number with the FaceTime request pops back up.

Swallowing what’s left of my pride, I swipe left to answer. I don’t care if I’m in a bonnet; I’m not trying to impress dude. The screen goes blank for a moment before he appears in his all of his gorgeous glory.

My mouth becomes cottony dry and I’m wishing I at least ran a hand through my Afro puff before I answered. Soul grins back at me with those chiseled cheekbones, and sensual lips that I remember how plump and juicy they were all over my body. He’s shirtless and I see just the faintest visual of his muscular chest.

He’s also in his bedroom, and it looks like he’s about to go to sleep as well. I remember how he cuddled up against me after we made love the entire night and how strong his arms were around my body, as if he were protecting me.

I naturally cross my legs to tame down the tingling between my thighs. I don’t know what it is about Soul that makes me so crazy about him. He should’ve been a long-ago memory from way back when, and yet, he’s very much in my present and possibly future.

“Bae…” His deep baritone vibrates against my core and I’m shooketh all over. “…how are you doing, beautiful?”

I sigh and grin. My mind hates him for what he did earlier but my heart and yoni wants to welcome him back home. “Good, though I’m a bit mad at you.”

“You’re a bit mad at me?” He repeats. “Isn’t that like being a little pregnant?”

“You didn’t tell me about the ad, Soul.” I brush off his humor, though I’m smiling. Damn him. “It would’ve been nice if I got a heads up about it.”

“If I did, you would’ve tried to talk me out of it. The ad was decided long before last night if that’s what you’re implying.” He quickly responds.

“How long ago are we talking about?” I cautiously ask. “Those pictures are from two years ago.”

“And I decided to run the ad about three months ago. You still look the same.” He makes no apologies and I don’t expect any. “And they’re lovely pictures, Ari. I especially love the one where I’m kissing the back of your neck. That was your spot, wasn’t it?”

My lungs push out air through my mouth. Those tingles are back now and it doesn’t help Soul is also in L.A. I wonder how quickly could he come over to break me off something proper. “Next time give me a warning. I’m the trending topic today. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook…everyone is talking about how I’m in your ad despite our history.”

“You think I give a damn?” He declares and on God, I wanted to ride his face the moment he said that.


 

Sweet Nectar will be out next month.

Her Soul, the prequel, is currently available on Amazon, iTunes, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords.

Stay With Me is LIVE NOW!

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Blurb: 

Meet Tony D’Amato, wealthy single man who loves two women.

Juggling his barbershop, a reality show, and countless soap opera episodes, Tony is looking for the special one who understands why he loves Passions and doesn’t try to argue it. As he becomes older, Tony wonders if there is a difference between a first love and a true love.

There is Krista, the woman he’d loved since he was a teen. Despite a friends-with-benefits type of relationship that went nowhere, Tony still hopes Krista would give him a chance. Krista’s troubled past prevents her from being too close to anyone.

And then there is Ana, the woman who is perfect for him, but she doesn’t want to be second-fiddle to anyone, including Tony. She has dreams and aspirations that go beyond being Mrs. Tony D’Amato.

Which woman will keep his heart? And which one will be relegated to a special guest star role, but never a recurring cast member?

Stay With Me is the second part in the One More Chance three-part series. This is a contemporary erotic romance deals with trust, second chances, and true love.


 

Snippet:

“Well, after I’ll help you finish packing up everything and help Drea move in, I’m going to spend as much free time with you as possible. Starting now.” Tony led Ana to his barber chair. He pressed a button and all of the blinds automatically came down.

Sensuality passed between the pair and Ana became aware of what Tony was doing. Her nipples hardened and her breathing became sporadic. Tony didn’t even say a word or did anything sexual, yet Ana’s body was already primed for him. “Oh?”

“You need a wax job,” he turned on slow, R&B music. “So, I’m about to give you one.”

The air shifted as Keith Sweat’s voice crooned over the speakers. “There’s a compliment somewhere in there,” Ana’s eyes narrowed. “I was too hairy last night?”

“You were perfect.” He prepared the wax at a nearby station. “I’ve always wanted to do a wax job on someone I cared about. It’s too weird doing it on my mother or Faith.”

Ana chuckled. “I understand.”

“So, I figured I’ll do it on someone who means just as much as my mother does.” He walked over to Ana and reached up to undo her jeans. She lifted her hips for easy access and Tony pulled them off along with her pink panties. She was left bare and willing in front of him.

He stared at her slit for a long moment as he his cock stirred in his jeans. Fuck, she looked so beautiful in front of him. So raw, so pure, and so anxious. There was never any hype with Ana or false pretenses. She wore her emotions on her sleeve, though she’d often joked she wished her face would use its quiet voice.

He loved that about her, regardless of how she felt. It was why he named his shop after her. It was also why she would always have a special place in his heart. She kept it real, no matter what.

“I need to prepare you for the wax.” His deep voice filled the room. “Usually, I would tell you to take deep breaths. I probably would’ve advised you to take an Advil or something before you came.”

“But you’re not going to do that, are you?” She smiled.

“Not really,” Tony pulled up a stool in front her and stared into Ana’s eyes. “You remember how this tongue felt like.”

“Shit…” Ana hissed. She watched Tony spread her legs and hooked one of them over his shoulder. She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled it.

Without warning, Tony sucked on her swollen clit. Ana gripped the arm chair rests as a squeal pushed out of her throat. They’d just spent the prior night making love in various positions yet, Tony was hungry for more.

His tongue delved deeper into her slit, kissing her pussy, and feasting on her like a man starved. He was sensual, he was anxious. His tongue explored, while he seemingly held back.

Ana’s thighs began to tremble and the familiar orgasmic coils feathered against her body. She gripped Tony’s head tight and rode the waves of ecstasy coursing throughout her. He continued to please her until she came a second time against his tongue and she finally had to push him away.

“Now, you’re ready for the wax…” He murmured until Ana shook her head. “No?”

“I won’t be able to have sex for hours after the job.” She pulled him up and kissed him. “Fuck me as if your life depended on it.”

Ana was normally a good girl who didn’t even like saying the word pussy. Whenever she had sex with Tony, an animalistic, wild woman came out. Tony secretly missed ‘lady in the streets and whore in the sheets’ Ana. “I don’t have condoms here at the shop,” he replied. “I wasn’t planning on fucking you here, honestly.”

“I’m on birth control,” she replied, “are you clean?”

“Very.” He hesitated. “We don’t have to do this right now. We can just wait until tomorrow.”

“That’s fine,” her fingers crept to her pussy and she inserted one inside, “I’ll make myself come and you can ask yourself tomorrow when you’re nursing your blue balls why you didn’t do it a third time.”

Tony’s eyes were glued on Ana fingering herself. Her nails weren’t very long but seeing the French manicure playing with her slick heat made his cock chafe his jeans. “Ana…” He swallowed. “…I thought you were sore?”

“Yeah…” She licked her lips. “…you thought.

“Okay, fuck this.” Tony pulled down his jeans and freed his cock from his boxer briefs. He removed Ana’s hand and swiftly replaced it with his hardened cock. He briefly paused, feeling her tight heat wrap around his cock like it was the first time. Like it would be the last time.

Ana gasped, then moaned. The latex provided a barrier yet it was nothing feeling how velvety hard he was. Every time they made love, it was new and raw, and she lost a little of herself. He filled her, but not just physically. Tony filled a void Ana had.

“Hold on,” he directed and she clutched his arms. He stroked deep inside of her, possessing all of her body. They were barely naked from the waist down, but that was all was needed. They connected in another way they both had forgotten about until she came back.

Ana’s eyes widened when Tony hit her spot and she cried in delight and awe. His flesh slapped against hers and she moved along with him, not wanting it to end but anxious for the third orgasm of the night. She knew it was only a teaser for many more.

Tony’s thrusts became harder and faster as he pounded into her. His grunts matched her moans. He surged forward and gripped the chair tight. Ana brought out a fever in him no other woman could match. Not even the woman who’d constantly rejected him.

“Say my name, Ana…” He demanded. “Say my name when you come.”

She could only moan and cry as her response. He was so deep inside her. She felt his cock pulsating and twitching with every stroke; she knew he was very close and was merely waiting on her.

She locked eyes with him and saw the smile and almost smug look flash across his irises. He had her. She was his no matter what the distance said. It was something they both knew. He would forever own her body and she would let him.

Ana’s body quivered and shook beneath Tony. Her orgasm was about to shake her to the core and there was no way she could stop it. Not that she wanted to. She wanted to feel his orgasm just as much he wanted to feel hers.

Her breathing became shallow, her moans louder and sharper, and finally she went limp as Ana finally gave Tony what he wanted: “Tony!” She cried.

A proud smirk settled across Tony’s lips. His thrusts became harder and deeper until he released streams of come inside her. He wanted to brand Ana and he did. He wished to hell she wasn’t on birth control and she would’ve been forever tied to him with a baby. It wasn’t fair to her or to them and the timing was all wrong.

Still, the thought of Ana having his baby made Tony wished they would’ve found a way to make their love work.

His chest heaved along with hers. They pressed foreheads together like they always did after their lovemaking and sweetly kissed each other. Tony moaned against Ana’s neck when he felt her gently milking his cock with her pussy. His body shuddered and she softly caressed him.

“Mine,” she whispered. “Everything belongs to me.”

They only had a few days left of Ana’s New York stay and that was it until their paths cross again.

They had to make the most of it.


 

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#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’amato Brothers)

Blurb: 

Meet Tony D’Amato, wealthy single father who loves soap operas and is starring in a real-life version of one.

Caught up in a world where Baby Shark reigns supreme and running his very successful barbershop, Tony doesn’t have much time for any games unless they’re a variation of Peek-A-Boo. He completely erased his ex from his life and moved on. So he thought. A chance reunion made him realize he never stopped loving her but now things are different.

He has a baby daughter that is not his ex’s.

All Krista Allen cares about are Blahniks, bling, and Bentley’s – and not necessarily in that order. The flashier her lifestyle, the better. She’d never envisioned herself as a mother due to her painful upbringing and long accepted that role. So when Tony introduces his infant daughter to Krista, she realizes she has a lot of soul-searching to do. She also wonders if a dry cleaner can save her beloved Louis Vuitton from infant vomit.

Will Krista finally have the family she’d always wanted? Or will their reunion be short and dramatic like Tony’s beloved soap operas?

Stay With Me is the standalone conclusion to One More Chance. This is a contemporary erotic romance deals with trust, second chances, and true love.


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“Chop, chop, ladies!” Faith Sheppard clapped her hands as she walked around her bridal suite. “I’m about to get married today!”

Faith’s hotel suite was a buzz with women in various states of dress getting ready for the wedding. Some were getting their hair done, while others were having their faces made up. Music flowed throughout the suite and women sung along to SWV, Jagged Edge, and Xscape.

The mood was light, though a bit stressful. It was billed as one of the wedding events of the year. Faith Sheppard, the only daughter of the Reverend David and First Lady Amy Sheppard, was getting married to a D’Amato son.

The socialites had been ablaze for weeks about the nuptials. There was much talk about the local designer Faith went with, instead of one of the big fashion houses. Fans of Madre’s wondered what type of flowers Eli would’ve done for his big wedding day and gossiped on numerous wedding boards.

Faith would worry later about what those chicks talked about on her bridal boards. After months of planning and dealing with snarky-ass ladies from left and right, top to bottom, Faith couldn’t have cared what the hell they would think of her wedding.

The day had finally come and Faith wondered where in the hell was her maid of honor?

She texted Krista all morning and called her a few times; everything going straight to voicemail. Krista said she was going to go to the local bar in the hotel for a drink but would be going straight back to her hotel room. Faith smirked. Knowing Krista’s fast-ass, she probably snagged some dude at the bar.

Faith put in another call to her best friend. If she blew off her wedding for some dick, Faith was going to legitimately fight her.

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“You like it when I suck you off like that, baby?” Krista purred between kisses of Tony’s cock.

Tony watched as Krista swallowed his cock again, bobbing her full lips up and down. She took all of him like a pro, and sucked him better than any porn star fantasy he’d ever had. “Oh yeah,” he folded his arms behind his head. His voice throbbed with emotion and he barely held on. “So fucking beautiful.”

Krista deep throated Tony’s cock again and his toes curled up. He clenched the sheets and let out a sharp hiss, followed by a softer moan. Krista’s mouth was hungry and skillful. She didn’t take Tony’s dick and gave a sloppy blow job with no enthusiasm. She swallowed his cock like she would never suck him again and didn’t want him to ever forget.

She used a twisting motion with both hands as she hollowed her cheeks and took Tony deeper. Her mouth slid up and down on his long, thick length as she was encouraged by his groans and grunts.

Her mouth watered for his cock, and her pussy became slicker by each moment. Krista could’ve blame it that she got aroused for anyone, but she knew it wasn’t the truth. There was a primal desire within Tony that made her hot. He brought out a need within her that wasn’t there. He made her forget all reasoning and reckoning.

Seeing Tony lose control made Krista become wicked. She took him deeper as she was encouraged by his moans. The first shot of precum slid down her throat and Krista increased her sucking until Tony was balls deep inside her hot mouth. “Krista…” He moaned as he began to thrust upward. “…I’m about to come, baby.”

Tony climaxed over Krista’s tongue in powerful spurts. She pulled away and relished the feel on her face and lips before she continued to suck him off. He lost control, she blew his mind, and it still wasn’t enough.

“Sit on my face,” he ordered and Krista complied. She climbed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her cunt was achy and wet for him. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue before he dived in to savor her most intimate parts.

All night, he tasted and feasted on Krista’s body. His hands explored when his cock couldn’t. His mouth worshipped her while his fingers sung praises. He sucked on her as he held onto her ass, making Krista’s body shake when the orgasm washed over her.

“And back down you go,” he slid her down to his cock and she sunk onto him. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled Krista down to his chest. He gave her quick, powerful thrusts upward. His balls slapped against her wet slit as she gasped and cried his name.

Their tongues tangled. Tony’s mouth was wicked hot and full of exploration. His control over Krista’s body was absolute, but never demanding. He ruled over her, by only her bidding. He yielded to her commands and brought some of his own. “Take it,” he softly demanded, “take it.”

Krista gasped and bit. She felt so full, so hot as she took Tony so deep inside of her. She met his thrusts as they both barely held on. He fucked her with quick, powerful strokes and Krista felt her body shake to the core. “Say my name, Kris.”

The orgasm hit her by surprise and she screamed out her enthusiasm. “Tony!”

~~~~~~

“And where in the hell have you been?”

Krista barely made it to Faith’s bridal suite and went straight to wardrobe. While the rest of the bridal party arrived in the morning, Krista made it just before noon. “I overslept.” She smiled. “That’s all.”

“That’s all?” Faith was irritated and nowhere near impressed. “Who was this dick? I know it was a man.”

“It wasn’t a man and it was just me and the sheets last night,” Krista lied. There was no way in hell she was going to tell her best friend about what happened between her and Tony. If Krista wanted to make sure no one would be in her business, it also meant Faith couldn’t know squat. She loved her girl, but Faith was everybody’s friend.

“You told me you went down to the bar last night,” Faith followed Krista into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. “Are you sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me?”

“I don’t have any tea to share because there is none.” Krista tied up her hair into a loose bun and washed her face. She blotted her skin with a towel and was stunned by the dark circles under her eyes. That 18-year-old fucked the youth out of her.

“Kris, you and I are girls and we’ve been girls for years. You don’t got to lie to me, Craig!” Faith teased. “If it was a dude, I’ll understand.”

The hell you would. Krista knew the lashing and criticism Faith would give her. If it was just any other 18-year-old, Faith would’ve scoffed and laughed but wouldn’t think anything more about it.

Tony was an entirely different ballgame and Krista already knew what the score was before she started playing. “No, it was no one. Seriously, it was no one. I just overslept.”

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One More Chance, the prequel to Stay With Me, is now available for 99 cents!

#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers) #contemporary #irromance #romance #newadult #youngadult

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Blurb: 

Meet Tony D’Amato, wealthy single father who loves soap operas and is starring in a real-life version of one.

Caught up in a world where Baby Shark reigns supreme and running his very successful barbershop, Tony doesn’t have much time for any games unless they’re a variation of Peek-A-Boo. He completely erased his ex from his life and moved on. So he thought. A chance reunion made him realize he never stopped loving her but now things are different.

He has a baby daughter that is not his ex’s.

All Krista Allen cares about are Blahniks, bling, and Bentley’s – and not necessarily in that order. The flashier her lifestyle, the better. She’d never envisioned herself as a mother due to her painful upbringing and long accepted that role. So when Tony introduces his infant daughter to Krista, she realizes she has a lot of soul-searching to do. She also wonders if a dry cleaner can save her beloved Louis Vuitton from infant vomit.

Will Krista finally have the family she’d always wanted? Or will their reunion be short and dramatic like Tony’s beloved soap operas?

Stay With Me is the standalone conclusion to One More Chance. This is a contemporary erotic romance deals with trust, second chances, and true love.


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“We should sue!”

Tony dismissed Joey’s call to action as he ate spaghetti with his brothers. Upon leaving Jamal’s shop, Tony went straight home and tried to figure out what he wanted to do. He could try going into another barbershop, but he was afraid of experiencing the same thing.

Society kept telling Tony to be himself. Yet, when it came to doing just that, he was ridiculed and mocked. He kept his mouth shut and people wondered what he was really hiding. He only spoke about intelligent things and then he got slack for stepping out of his lane.

Damn if he did, damn if he didn’t.

Personality aside, Tony was more concerned about where he was going to work. Maybe being a barber wasn’t the thing for him. Maybe he needed to go into a profession where no one would expect him to keep it real. Maybe he should become an actor and move to Hollywood. He’ll be amongst fake-ass people on the daily and he would fit right in.

“How Jamal treated you was bullshit!” Joey scoffed. “Acting black? What the hell does that mean? He just stereotyped his entire race!”

“Jamal was pretty much saying our dear baby brother was pulling a Miley Cyrus,” Nick added as he passed the salad, “taking certain parts of the culture that makes him comfortable like slang, hip-hop, and soul food, but remaining silent on the icky parts like police brutality, gentrification, and racism that black people face on a daily basis.” He paused for a brief moment. “So yes, Jamal is a segaiolo.”

Testa di cazzo.” Kieran shook his head. “And because Tony quit, there’s really no case?”

“On what basis?” Nick replied. “What Jamal did was stupid, but not illegal or unethical. He could merely defend himself and say he was asking Tony to act more professional and no judge will disagree.”

“I figured as much,” Nicola chimed in as she sat back down. “I guess Tony will take a small hiatus before he goes job hunting for a new salon. Someone is always hiring.”

“Or…” A lightbulb went off in Joey’s head. “…you can start your own.” He turned to the other brother currently stuffing his face and not offering any input whatsoever. “Yo, Eli? That building you just purchased for Faye, the other side is still available for purchase, right?”

Eli quickly swallowed. He had a busy day of making bouquets and Bridezilla women who were probably sweet girls when they weren’t getting married. The man put a ring on it and instant bitch made her appearance. “Yeah, I think it is.”

“Let’s buy that shop, renovate it, and have Tony open his own shop.” Joey suggested.

“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Nicola suggested. “And you can make it all pretty with lots of mirrors and nice décor!”

All of the men turned their heads towards their mother. “Pretty?” Tony asked. “The hell I look like?”

Kieran squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Can somebody please…?”

Nick reached over and popped Tony in the back of his head. “Hey!” Tony rubbed his head.

“Watch your mouth in front of mama.” Nick sternly warned.

“But he has a point, though,” Joey added, “pretty for a barbershop?”

“Barbershops are always so manly and do the same things,” Nicola shrugged, “there’s nothing wrong with being pretty.”

“Forget how Barbie pink we’re going to make it,” Nick began as Tony slyly flipped him off, “is this doable? How long will it take to do this?”

“It’s doable and it’ll probably be done within a few months,” Kieran guesstimated, “but Tony will need to build his clientele well before that. A few months from now people will forget Tony was ever a barber.”

“I see what you’re saying but it’s too soon for my own shop,” Tony interjected, “I need more time to establish myself first.”

“It’ll never be the right time, bro,” Joey replied and the rest of the brothers agreed. He pointed towards Eli. “He said it wasn’t the right time for his flower business and look!” He pointed at Nick. “He said it was too soon to pursue his Master’s and look at him now! It’ll always be too soon but it’ll never be too late.”

It would be advice Tony would use later in life. “I see what you’re saying and you’re all making some really good points but I don’t know if I’m ready for such a big responsibility. I don’t know the first thing about running a business!”

“You know about customer service,” Kieran chimed in. “You’re very good with your clients.”

“You know what looks good and what’s hot in the streets,” Nick added. “That’s not something anyone can brag about.”

“And I’ll run things from the business angle.” Joey agreed. “I’ll hire a receptionist, who will also double as inventory control. We’ll get the best barbers in town – the hungry ones who just want to cut hair and not deal with ego.”

“Plus, if we get that building, you’ll be close to family.” Eli added. “You can sleep over at me and Faye’s anytime if you’re too tired to come back here.”

The last point was the most telling. Tony would’ve jumped at the chance if it meant he would see Krista on a regular basis. The mere thought he would have a shop right next to hers made his stomach churn a little.

He didn’t hate her, though he wished he did. Instead, he was in love with the woman and hoped for a chance to make things right with her. The wedding was just a few weeks prior and Krista was already on her second boyfriend, post-Tony.

He wanted to ask if that was truly her – a woman who was never single and yet could never keep a man. Tony knew it wasn’t the real Krista, but he still didn’t know why she was so…friendly with a lot of men. He couldn’t bear to call her a whore.

She was so much more than that, yet it seemed Krista didn’t see it. Tony wasn’t a psychologist and he didn’t pretend to be one. He knew there was something amiss about Krista’s behavior but he couldn’t decide if he wanted to know for the truth might make him violent.

Was ignorance truly bliss when it came to matters of the heart?


 

Stay With Me will be out next month. Cover reveal coming soon. Preview chapters will be posted on wattpad soon.

 

#TeaserTuesday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers)

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Blurb: 

Meet Tony D’Amato, wealthy single father who loves soap operas and is starring in a real-life version of one.

Caught up in a world where Baby Shark reigns supreme and running his very successful barbershop, Tony doesn’t have much time for any games unless they’re a variation of Peek-A-Boo. He completely erased his ex from his life and moved on. So he thought. A chance reunion made him realize he never stopped loving her but now things are different.

He has a baby daughter that is not his ex’s.

All Krista Allen cares about are Blahniks, bling, and Bentley’s – and not necessarily in that order. The flashier her lifestyle, the better. She’d never envisioned herself as a mother due to her painful upbringing and long accepted that role. So when Tony introduces his infant daughter to Krista, she realizes she has a lot of soul-searching to do. She also wonders if a dry cleaner can save her beloved Louis Vuitton from infant vomit.

Will Krista finally have the family she’d always wanted? Or will their reunion be short and dramatic like Tony’s beloved soap operas?

Stay With Me is the standalone conclusion to One More Chance. This is a contemporary erotic romance deals with trust, second chances, and true love.


Unedited Snippet: 

“You knew I couldn’t have children and you still went and got somebody pregnant!” Krista pointed out. “Why aren’t you with her now? You two broke up and now you wanna come back?”

“Me come back to you? Oh, that’s rich.” Tony’s eyes darkened. “I wasn’t the one begging for forgiveness last night. Oh, where did that Krista go? When she was all over me last night, she couldn’t wait to break up with her boyfriend so she can finally ride this dick like she promised. But this morning, she’s no longer here because I have a daughter now?”

“This has nothing to do with the child, Tony. This has everything to do with us. How you know it’ll be hard for me to conceive a baby and you got someone pregnant. That’s the part that kills me.” Tears threatened to fall down but Krista’s pride wouldn’t let them. “So, where is she? Where’s the baby mama? Why aren’t you with her instead of entertaining me?”

“Because she’s dead,” Tony’s voice was cold and low. “Have anything else you want to say about the dead mother of my child?”


 

Whoops.

Stay With Me will be out by the end of this year.

I’m also looking for beta readers/brainstorming divas to be a part of a temporary group regarding this particular story due to the storyline and numerous issues/conflicts that will come with it. I’m looking for a maximum of 10 people. If you’re interested, just shoot me a line:  eroticamistress@gmail.com

 

FlashFriday: Stay With Me (D’Amato Brothers)

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Blurb: 

Meet Tony D’Amato, wealthy single father who loves soap operas and is starring in a real-life version of one.

Caught up in a world where Baby Shark reigns supreme and running his very successful barbershop, Tony doesn’t have much time for any games unless they’re a variation of Peek-A-Boo. He completely erased his ex from his life and moved on. So he thought. A chance reunion made him realize he never stopped loving her but now things are different.

He has a baby daughter that is not his ex’s.

All Krista Allen cares about are Blahniks, bling, and Bentley’s – and not necessarily in that order. The flashier her lifestyle, the better. She’d never envisioned herself as a mother due to her painful upbringing and long accepted that role. So when Tony introduces his infant daughter to Krista, she realizes she has a lot of soul-searching to do. She also wonders if a dry cleaner can save her beloved Louis Vuitton from infant vomit.

Will Krista finally have the family she’d always wanted? Or will their reunion be short and dramatic like Tony’s beloved soap operas?

Stay With Me is the standalone conclusion to One More Chance. This is a contemporary erotic romance deals with trust, second chances, and true love.


 

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“Tony, you didn’t have to walk me to my room,” Krista giggled as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I think I know my way around this hotel.”

“I didn’t want you to be taken advantage of by anyone,” he assured, “and plus, I would feel a lot better if I knew you got up to your room by yourself.”

Krista hiccupped. One too many martinis did that. “Nicola really taught all of you manners, didn’t she?”

“I don’t think she had a choice neither did we,” he replied. Nicola was a single mother raising five sons on her own. “If she heard we were disrespectful to any woman, she whupped us until next week.”

“Smart woman,” Krista nodded. “I wish my mother was like that. But you know…shit happens.”

Tony didn’t know what happened with Krista and her parents, nor did he ever find out why Krista was no longer on speaking terms with her mother. Some things he figured, were best left unknown. “Did you ever want children?”

“I don’t know if I can,” Krista shrugged, “there’s a chance I’ll need some medical intervention but it doesn’t look good.” She hiccupped again. “Another reason why I’m broken goods.”

“You’re not broken goods, Kris.” They stopped at her door and Tony slid Krista’s key in. A click later and they were inside. “You’re more precious than a diamond.” He walked in and set Krista’s key aside. He double-checked the room to make sure it was fine. “You sure you’ll be okay for the night?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I don’t have to be awake for several more hours so I’ll be perfectly fine.” She walked towards Tony and smiled at him. She’d known him since he was a prepubescent teen, who only cared about Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and his faithful Passions.

He still cared about Passions, but he’d grown into a handsome young man. He’d just graduated from high school and was about to go to college that fall. She never heard about Tony being in the streets other than collecting numbers and panties. He was a good kid turned into a good man.

Too bad he was just a bit too young for her. “Do you have a girlfriend, Tony?”

“Not really.” He shyly smiled.

“Not really?” Krista chuckled. “What kind of answer is that?”

“I’m seeing people but it’s nothing serious.” He revealed. “Just kinda seeing what’s out there.” He paused for a beat. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Nothing serious.” She admitted. “Just dating around. Unlike certain people we know tomorrow, I’m not ready for marriage yet. I don’t know when I will be.”

He agreed. “I hear that. Good for you dating, though. Seeing what you like and what you don’t.”

“Yeah, but it gets old after a while. How many times can I present the same act to the same crowd without wanting to change things up a bit?” She sat at the table and Tony followed. “That’s what dating is – you showcase your best representative until the real you comes out in the relationship. It might take a few weeks, a few months, or even a few years.”

“True that.” He agreed.

Krista looked over at Tony. He stood over six feet tall and was seemingly made of chiseled stone. His was lean and muscular, though he hid his frame behind baggy clothes. He’s always had girlfriends, though many of them didn’t last more than a few months. “Wanna play Truth or Dare?”

“Just the two of us?” He asked. “It’s more fun when it’s a group of people.”

“I think we’ll have some fun.” Krista smiled. “Wanna play?”

“Okay, I’ll play.” He flashed his beautiful smile.

“Well, choose.” She smiled. “Truth or dare.”

Tony took an easy route. “Truth.”

“Are you a virgin, Tony?”

Tony recognized the setting in the various pornos he’d watched throughout the years. Cheesy dialogue, even cheesier setting, and the next thing he knew, some poor girl was getting her face stuffed with a monster dick while the man said Oscar-worthy commentary such as ‘your mouth is like a vacuum, baby.’ “Um, Kris…”

“Did I cross a line?” She smiled.

“No.” Tony actually wanted her to cross the line since he was a kid. “Just wasn’t expecting that question.”

“Well, you know I’m not.” She stated.

“Well, I didn’t know that. I don’t really think about that stuff.” Lie. He thought about it on an almost nightly basis.

“I’m just saying you shouldn’t be a virgin when you go off to college. Every college girl needs an experienced man.”

“I have experience,” Tony swallowed and felt the air become thicker. “Not a lot of it, but I’m not a virgin. I haven’t been one for a while.”

She reached down and stroked him through his jeans. Her eyes widened a little when she felt more than she’d expected. “How long is awhile?” She asked.

“Oh boy,” Tony swallowed again and his chest tightened. “A while.”

Krista slightly cocked her head. “Are you nervous, Tony?”

“Nervous?” He was scared shitless. “No, but I also don’t want things to be awkward between us tomorrow. I don’t want you to think I want you to be my girlfriend and all. I don’t want to think we’re going to be dating, you know? Like I don’t want to ruin our…” He swallowed again. “…friendship.”

“Why don’t we just fuck tonight?” She began. “And then go back to being friends tomorrow?”

“I don’t know if it’ll be that easy,” he replied, “I can’t just hook up with you and act like nothing happened, Kris.”

“Tony, you just said you didn’t want any weirdness between us. We’re not going to date. We’re not going to be in a relationship. If we just have this night, it’ll be fine.” She promised. “I want you to have the full college experience. I want you to have girlfriends, flings, and all that. We only have this one night.”

Tony didn’t want to admit Krista was right. He was 18, she was 23. Was she really going to be okay with him partying and being a stupid college student while she was already doing her own thing? When would they actually see each other?

Hell, Tony wasn’t even old enough to go 21 and over clubs. He didn’t think Krista wanted to be stuck in Romper Room until he became legal.

Krista got up and motioned Tony to stand. She walked backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. She fell and pulled Tony on top of her. She read his light eyes and smiled when she saw him express the same interest. His mouth might have been saying one thing but the dick between his legs wanted to murder her vagina.

She ran her fingers through his dark, lush hair and pulled him in for a kiss. While it was still unclear whether he had sexual experience, Tony definitely knew how to kiss. His mouth devoured hers and his tongue was playful.

He licked the inside of her mouth and gently sucked on her lips. He moaned as she purred, slowly grinding against her heat. His body was rock hard and warm against the coolness of her skin.

He kissed her with a fervent desperation, an anxiousness only reserved for lovers who only had limited time with each other. Pleasure radiated through her body as Tony quickly took control and showed her he wasn’t playing any games.

He reached for both of her hands and held them above her head, while his free hand explored her body. His hands went everywhere, teasing her breast, over her taut stomach, and finally cupped her warm sex. “Krista…” His voice came out in a low groan.

He rubbed the paper-thin fabric between her thighs and Krista gasped at the way he did it. The way he positioned himself on top of Krista, she felt all of him. He was no longer a little boy but a grown-ass man with grown-ass needs. She’d had sex with forgettable men; men who had no idea what they were doing, despite their ages.

Tony, however, already knew her body. He paid attention to her moans, her coos, and the heat radiating between her thighs. He shifted his position and ground against her so she could feel how hard his cock had become for her. He was thick and hard, throbbing against her slick heat.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as they rocked together. Krista felt she was on the brink of an orgasm, and she was still fully clothed. His mouth was wicked hot as he covered hers. “Tony…” She moaned.

“You’re mine, Kris.” He roughly took her mouth again. “Just for tonight.” He pulled back from her once he realized he needed another guest star in the room. “I’ll need to go downstairs and get condoms,” he mentioned, “I didn’t bring any with me.”

The chances of Krista becoming pregnant were slim and at one point in her life, she didn’t care she was reckless. Tony was a different type of man and if anyone close to them found out how irresponsible they both were, Krista didn’t even want to think about the hell Faith would’ve given her. “Okay.” Krista watched Tony lift up. She removed her pants and t-shirt, revealing a lacy bra and panty set. “I’ll be waiting.”

Good Lord Almighty. Krista looked like a goddess straight out of fantasy. The pink lacy fabric looked delicious against her warm skin. Tony felt his mouth water as he thought about how wonderful her breasts might feel jiggling beneath him as he was on top of her.

Time was not to be wasted when he needed to get laid. Tony licked his lips and grabbed one of her keys. “I’ll be right back!” He rushed out of her room and made a beeline to the elevator. He didn’t go downstairs; he went straight to Nick’s room.

He pounded on Nick’s door. “Come on, man. Open up.” He muttered under his breath. “Nicky! Yo, Nicky! It’s Tony, man! Open up!”

A few moments later, Nick opened the door. He had a stern look on his face and casually folded his arms. “This better be good.”


 

Tony’s story will be out by the end of the year.