mercredi 26 juillet 2017

DEVIL by ker Dukey : Release Blitz + Giveaway

DevilDevil by Ker Dukey
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is going to be a short review as I don't want to be the one spoiling the book for you ;), hehe.... (Edit: not so short after all😄...)

Seriously, though, you need to experience that crazy quest for answers.
Ker Dukey ' s new release is dark, really dark in the themes it deals with and in the suffocating atmosphere that follows you through the story.
Evi Devils has to memories of the life she lived when she was a little girl nor does she remember the tragic events that let yo her adoption, apart from what people told her. As new events arise, she finds herself seeking more answers to unlock her past.
The book starts rather slowly, and I remember thinking I knew where the author wanted to lead us. Error. Slowly, little by little, I'm totally compelled, turning page after page until bam, the reality of what it is really about strikes me. Square in the face... To late, lol, here I was, caught up in the web of that total insanity and I never even saw it coming. And that feeling didn't leave me until the very end.
Trying to find out what happened to Evi proved to be useless as the plot is highly suspenseful and Ker excelled at playing the reader's mind.
Fear, angst, distress, grief, rage, even lust, I felt every one of Evi's feelings, struggling at her side, fighting her demons, being so lost in the middle of such a chaotic existence. She is an interesting character, vulnerable and lost but also resilient and brave.
“You don’t need saving, Evi. You needed to be found. Appreciated. Worshipped.”

Devil is a difficult book, it will take you to places maybe better left forgotten but you will have the greatest time in Evi's company if you are in the mood for a dark suspense.

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DEVIL. 


A DARK SUSPENSE NOVEL


BY KER DUKEY 


NOW LIVE



Synopsis:

Evi Devil. 
Yes, that’s really my name.
The irony is not lost on me.
I was created from two evil souls and have the name to prove it. 
Devil worshipers, perverts, murderer. Is all terms used to describe the parents I refuse to remember. My mind won’t allow me to. 
And why would I want to? 
One born of dirty blood running through her veins can never truly be clean from its murky hue. 
No matter what they try to tell me happened in my past, my mind denies me access, therefore how can I know it’s true? 
How can I believe that’s what I’m born from?
Glimpses of my past haunt me, the screams of terror echo in the silent darkness of my memories, trying to remind me that my Mother went from room to room butchering our family. 
I’ve learned from scars that I suffered abuse and that my Father and siblings weren’t my Mother’s only victims. 
Hearing what they tell me.
Reading the words printed in the papers. None of it can prepare me for what’s to come. 
My biggest lesson is learning that some memories we suppress for a reason.







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Meet Ker Dukey 


International Bestselling Author Ker Dukey 
I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active… I would want to change the script.I would watch films and think of ways they could have improved the story if they took another direction so i thought it best that I tell my own.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
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mardi 25 juillet 2017

RIPPLE EFFECT (BOX SET) by Keri Lake : Release Blitz + Review + Giveaway

Ripple Effect: A Novel (Ripple Effect, #1-4)Ripple Effect: A Novel by Keri Lake
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

"There are times I feel I’ve touched his soul, only to find I’ve not even breached his skin."

Every time I start a new Keri Lake book, I know I'll be completely transported into the story, and Ripple Effect is no different.
This author has a gift for creating a whole new world and atmosphere around her characters.
Dark, gritty, angsty, Ripple Effect has a suspensul plot that will suprise more than once . The intrigue is mutlilayered, rich and each detail has its importance , until everything eventually forms an entire huge picture that will let you mesmerized.
The story leads you to the underbelly of Chicago, that is run by different organisations, agencies and societies. You'll be taken to strip clubs, churches, old mental facilities, seedy places, you'll meet violent people who will make you cringe.
But, most of all, you will experience the raw and beautiful story of two broken souls, whose strength and fierceness, resilience and fight are captivating. Dylan and Ripley are complex characters, conflicted, torn between what they want and what they need to do in order to survive. They are perfectly imperfect, trying to make the right choices, to navigate their ways though threats coming from different ways and to figure out what they feel for each other. It's and emotional roller - coaster. He is cold, lethal, calculated, she has nothing to loose, is a real little spitfire. Their dynamic is beautiful, Ripley the killer and Dylan the Bandit send sparks flying.
“Scream loud. Scream until your voice gives out. Scream until the whole city can hear you.”“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re nothing but a sadist. A torture-loving bastard!”“I haven’t begun to torture you, sweetheart. But after this little stunt, you’re gonna wish you’d have just gotten into that fucking car.”“I hate you. I really truly hate you.”“No you don’t. You wish you hated me. Just like I wish I hated you.”

I loved their evolution all along the book, from curiosity to obsession, from hate to an incredible chemistry, from wariness to this perfect ending...
I need more, maybe a book featuring Jörgen and Emily? (Well, a girl can dream, right? )

I recommend this book to dark reads lovers who need a hot action packed book! Enjoy!!!

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Title: Ripple Effect
Author: Keri Lake
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 25, 2017



Blurb

Ripley

They call me RIP.
I’m a killer. A murderer. A psychopath.
In the eyes of the righteous, I’m a monster, born of sin and depravity.
I want to protect her, but I’m not a good man.
I want to love her, but I no longer feel.
She gets under my skin, though, and has awakened something inside of me.
Something I’d kill for.
I’m not her savior—not even close. In fact, I’m worse than the hell she’s already suffered.
I’m her vengeance. Tit for tat, as they say.
And if she’s not careful, I’ll be her ruin.

Dylan

For months, I’ve watched him.
I’ve fantasized him as my savior, my lover. My ticket out of the hell I’ve lived in for the last six years.
I never dreamed he’d be my nightmare.
Had I known what he really is, I’d have never gotten in the car that night, but life is full of cause and effect.
And sometimes the choice on offer isn’t a choice at all.
It’s the result of something already in motion, and we’re merely left to survive the ripple effect.







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Author Bio


Keri Lake is a dark romance writer who specializes in demon wrangling, vengeance dealing and wicked twists. Her stories are gritty, with antiheroes that walk the line of good and bad, and feisty heroines who bring them to their knees.  When not penning books, she enjoys spending time with her husband, daughters, and their rebellious Labrador (who doesn’t retrieve a damn thing).  She runs on strong coffee and alternative music, loves a good red wine, and has a slight addiction to dark chocolate.


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jeudi 20 juillet 2017

UNCONVENTIONAL by Isabel Love: Release Blitz + Review + Excerpt + Giveaway

UnconventionalUnconventional by Isabel Love
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Unconventional is a book you don't want to miss this summer: light, sweet, torrid, a must- read for the romance lovers.

Quinn and Charlie have a non-relationship agreement, they share steamy nights, no string attached. Quinn, the painter, confident in her body and desires, Charlie, the photographer, easygoing and dirty talker decide to explore and fullfil their new fantasies. I loved those scenes, the author mastered the art of balancing their kinkiness, their respect and most importantly their fun. It felt really refreshing. This book is the proof, if you ever needed one ;), that fun doesn't mean less intensity!
Their chemistry is indeniable, their love inevitable; Everyone seems to notice how perfect they are for each other....everyone except for them.

Isabel Love is a new author to me, her endearing characters, confident and vulnerable, the playful tone of this story and the author's vivid imagination and creativity totally conquered me.

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Title: Unconventional
Author: Isabel Love
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 20, 2017



Blurb

Happily ever after—what a joke! I tried that once and ended up divorced.
Now, I only want one thing from men.
Charlie Nelson is good at giving me that one thing. Really, really good.

So good, in fact, I discovered a new side of myself.
I never knew I liked to watch until I saw his talented hands touching someone else.
I never knew I liked to be watched until I felt his searing gaze on me.

Maybe happily ever after isn’t always a white picket fence, wedding bells, and 2.5 kids.
Maybe it’s something a bit more…unconventional.


*Warning: Contains dirty talk, piercings and hot threesomes.
Intended for readers over 18 years of age.






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Excerpt

What an odd date this is—he’s taking me out to watch another man give me orgasms.
A giggle erupts from my throat at the thought.
“What’s so funny?” He grins over at me as he starts up the car and pulls out into the street.
“Just…this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I never thought I was this kind of woman.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “What kind of woman?”
“The…you know…threesome kind, or whatever this is.” I wave my hand in front of me.
“The kind of woman that likes to explore her sexuality? The kind of woman that likes to try new things? The kind of woman that doesn’t let society dictate the way she leads her life?”
Hmm. I don’t mind being that kind of woman. I feel his stare at the stoplight.
“Quinn.”
My mirth dies and my smile fades at his serious tone. I meet his blue eyes and raise my eyebrows in question.
“You listen to me: I think you’re fucking amazing—strong, beautiful, talented, sexy as fuck. If doing this is going to change your opinion of yourself, let’s not.”
My chest squeezes at his sincerity and I feel so much better about tonight. I mean, I am excited, but I must admit I was afraid of the judgement factor, of what he’ll think of me after tonight. Now he’s worried about what I’ll think of myself, and that alone makes me square my shoulders, raise my chin, and reassure him.
“I want this, Charlie, really want it. I promise I won’t regret it later.”
He leans forward, smiling, and places a soft kiss on my lips. “That’s more like it.”






Author Bio


Isabel Love is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading about two people falling in love, overcoming whatever obstacles they may face, and finding their happily ever after. A husband, two kids, and a full-time job keep her busy by day, but by night, she can be found with her Kindle in hand, reading “just one more chapter”.


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mercredi 19 juillet 2017

THE UNREQUITED by Saffron A. Kent : Release Boost




Title: The Unrequited
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 13, 2017



Blurb

Layla Robinson is not crazy. She is suffering from unrequited love. But it’s time to move on. No more stalking, no more obsessive calling.

What she needs is a distraction. The blue-eyed guy she keeps seeing around campus could be a great one—only he is the new poetry professor—the married poetry professor.

Thomas Abrams is a stereotypical artist—rude, arrogant, and broody—but his glares and taunts don’t scare Layla. She might be bad at poetry, but she is good at reading between the lines. Beneath his prickly façade, Thomas is lonely, and Layla wants to know why. Obsessively.

Sometimes you do get what you want. Sometimes you end up in the storage room of a bar with your professor and you kiss him. Sometimes he kisses you back like the world is ending and he will never get to kiss you again. He kisses you until you forget the years of unrequited love; you forget all the rules, and you dare to reach for something that is not yours.

NOTE: Please be aware that this book deals with sensitive topics like cheating and death. 18+ Only.










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Excerpt

I’m hit by a storm of desire to kiss him better. It’s a tornado, an avalanche in my body, and in one breathless moment, I decide to go for it. It’s okay. I can take the blame for it later.
I break the rules and reach up and kiss him. A feathery peck on his plump lips, it’s a kiss of solidarity, a kiss that intends to tell him I understand—but one isn’t enough. It only manages to ratchet up my lust. So I give him another, this time on the corner of his mouth, and then another one on his jaw.
It’s not enough, these small, barely-there touches. I want more, but I won’t take it. I’ll be good; I’ll only give.
Abruptly, he fists my curls and stops me. I look at him fearfully, ready to apologize—not for the kiss, but for being the kisser. His gaze reflects passion, stark, raving need, and I shiver, despite wearing layers and sweating with his heat.
“Are you trying to kiss me, Layla?” he rasps, flexing his fingers on my makeshift ponytail.
He couldn’t tell? Blush rises to the surface and I know I’m glowing like a neon sign. Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”
He inches closer to me, still not touching—as impossible as that is—but infinitely closer. “You want to kiss me, Miss Robinson, you do it right.”
Oh God, does he have to call me that? Now, here? My spine arches on its own and my heavy tits graze the contours of his shuddering chest.
“H-How?” I ask innocently, belying the daring action of my body. His stern, professor-y voice is doing things to me, making me wild, uncontrolled.
For a second, he’s silent, just watching. I’m afraid he’ll back out from whatever this is, whatever insanity we’re about to commit—but then I sense the shift in the liquor-laced air as he opens his mouth and growls, “Like this.”






Author Bio

Writer of bad romances. Coffee Addict. White Russian Drinker. Imaginary Ballet Dancer and poetess. Aspiring Lana Del Ray of the book world.

I'm a big believer in love (obviously). I believe in happily ever after, the butterflies and the tingling. But I also believe in edgy, rough and gutsy kind of love. I believe in pushing the boundaries, darker (sometimes morally ambiguous) emotions and imperfections.

The kind of love I write about is flawed just like my characters. And I hope by the end of it, you'll come to root for them just as much as me. Because love, no matter where it comes from, is always pure and beautiful. 




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jeudi 13 juillet 2017

RIPPLE EFFECT by Keri Lake: Cover Reveal + Giveaway




Title: Ripple Effect
Author: Keri Lake
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: July 25, 2017



Blurb

Ripley

They call me RIP.
I’m a killer. A murderer. A psychopath.
In the eyes of the righteous, I’m a monster, born of sin and depravity.
I want to protect her, but I’m not a good man.
I want to love her, but I no longer feel.
She gets under my skin, though, and has awakened something inside of me.
Something I’d kill for.
I’m not her savior—not even close. In fact, I’m worse than the hell she’s already suffered.
I’m her vengeance. Tit for tat, as they say.
And if she’s not careful, I’ll be her ruin.

Dylan

For months, I’ve watched him.
I’ve fantasized him as my savior, my lover. My ticket out of the hell I’ve lived in for the last six years.
I never dreamed he’d be my nightmare.
Had I known what he really is, I’d have never gotten in the car that night, but life is full of cause and effect.
And sometimes the choice on offer isn’t a choice at all.
It’s the result of something already in motion, and we’re merely left to survive the ripple effect.







Pre-order Links

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU





Author Bio


Keri Lake is a dark romance writer who specializes in demon wrangling, vengeance dealing and wicked twists. Her stories are gritty, with antiheroes that walk the line of good and bad, and feisty heroines who bring them to their knees.  When not penning books, she enjoys spending time with her husband, daughters, and their rebellious Labrador (who doesn’t retrieve a damn thing).  She runs on strong coffee and alternative music, loves a good red wine, and has a slight addiction to dark chocolate.


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UNCONVENTIONAL by Isabel Love : Chapter Reveal + Giveaway




Title: Unconventional
Author: Isabel Love
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: July 20, 2017



Blurb

Happily ever after—what a joke! I tried that once and ended up divorced.
Now, I only want one thing from men.
Charlie Nelson is good at giving me that one thing. Really, really good.

So good, in fact, I discovered a new side of myself.
I never knew I liked to watch until I saw his talented hands touching someone else.
I never knew I liked to be watched until I felt his searing gaze on me.

Maybe happily ever after isn’t always a white picket fence, wedding bells, and 2.5 kids.
Maybe it’s something a bit more…unconventional.


*Warning: Contains dirty talk, piercings and hot threesomes.
Intended for readers over 18 years of age.






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Copyright © 2017 Unconventional by Isabel Love



That’s some party trick. 


I’m so worked up right now, I almost can’t see straight. I had fully intended to fuck Miss Double D, as Quinn so aptly named her, but once the security guard interrupted us and Quinn bolted, having sex with Crystal lost its appeal. All I could think about was Quinn’s gaze on me, watching me touch another woman, watching me make her come. She liked watching. I could tell how turned on she was by the way her chest was rising and falling so rapidly with every breath, the way she couldn’t tear her eyes away from me, the sheen of sweat on her upper lip and neck. 
My cock throbs in my pants just thinking about it. 
Quinn insists on driving as I had a few shots tonight and we decide to go to her place because it’s closer. Quinn lives in a condo that’s quite nice, actually. Once we’re in her car, I adjust my dick so my pants aren’t strangling it. 
“Congratulations on your new account, hotshot. I don’t know if I told you earlier,” she says. 
“Thank you. You told me earlier, but you can tell me again. I like it when you praise me.” 
“I’m not sure there’s any room in this car, what with the size of your—” 
“Cock?” I interject. 
“I was going to say ego. 
“My cock is pretty big, too, you have to admit.” I look over at her, flashing a naughty grin. 
“I do like your cock, you know that. Are you fishing for compliments?” 
I chuckle. I love that she admits to liking my cock. Most women shy away from dirty talk, but not Quinn. She’s just as blunt as I am and isn’t afraid to use words like cock or cunt. 
“Isn’t there any way you can go any faster? I’m dying over here.” I’m two seconds away from pulling my dick out and jacking off while she drives. 
“Calm your tits. We’re almost there.” She rolls her eyes but does push down on the gas pedal a bit harder. 
“Speaking of tits, you liked watching me fondle Miss Double D, didn’t you?” 
“That was one impressive rack,” she admits. 
“Have you ever…been with a woman?” The way she was watching us made me think she’d like to join in. I could see Quinn experimenting with other women. 
“No, I like dick, if you haven’t noticed.” She smiles and glances over at me. “But I can appreciate that boobs are sexy.” 
“What about the way she was able to lick her own nipples, wasn’t that hot?” I almost came in my pants when I saw that she could do it. That’s going in the spank bank, for sure. 
“That’s some party trick.” 
“Would you lick your own nipples if you could?” I ask her. Quinn’s boobs are amazing, large and perky, though not quite as big as Crystal’s. 
“Hell yeah I would. That’s like asking if you would suck your own dick if you could. Don’t even tell me you’ve never tried to; I won’t believe you.” 
I chuckle. “When I was 14, I tried as hard as I could, but I’m not that flexible.” 
“There’s a sight I would have liked to see.” She laughs. 
“It wasn’t even remotely sexy. I lived in fear that someone would walk in on me and catch an eyeful of me in different contorted positions.” I laugh at the memory. “It would seem as though you are a closet voyeur. How did I not know this about you until tonight?” 
She chews on her bottom lip. “I didn’t know it myself. I mean, I like watching porn, but I’ve never come across an opportunity to watch real-life action.” 
I file that information away for later and almost weep with relief when we pull into her driveway. We turn to look at each other once the car is parked in her garage, and her eyes roam over my face, stopping on my lips. She leans forward, about to kiss me. 
“Is there anything you need to do before I fuck you?” Once I start, I won’t be able to stop until I’m balls deep inside of her. 
“No.” 
I promptly get out of the car and walk around the front to open her door. As soon as she’s standing, I’m on her, pulling her face toward mine and taking her mouth in a hot, wet kiss. Her lips are perfect, plump, and soft, and this kiss has the perfect ratio of lips, teeth, and tongue. Her tongue dances with mine and she’s as ravenous as I am, licking and nipping at me. Her hands are busy too, untucking my shirt and reaching for my belt buckle. Fuck. I love that she’s desperate for my dick, but I reach down and bat her hands away. We need to take this inside. I reach down to palm her ass and pick her up. Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to the door, stopping by the security alarm so she can disarm it. 
Once the door is open, I stride inside and sit on the couch with Quinn straddling me. She grinds against my erection as I pull her shirt up and off. She reaches for my shirt next, and I reach over my head to tug it off. She sits back on my lap and stares down at my torso, lust and appreciation shining in her eyes. I also take a moment to appreciate my view of her. She wears a red, silky bra, but it seems like some of the material is missing because only the bottom half of her boobs are covered. The top half is exposed and I can see the pink skin of her areolas just hinting at where her nipples are. I trail my fingers across the edge of the bra, dragging the material down a bit to reveal the rest of her nipples. They’re tight little nubs and I pinch them, hard. She gasps and arches her back, bringing her chest closer to my face. 
“I really like this bra, Red. It seems like you chose the color just for me.” 
“I chose it for me. I like the way it makes me feel,” she corrects me, her voice low and throaty. 
“How does it make you feel?” 
“Sexy.” 
“You don’t need a bra for that. You’re sexy all on your own. Stand up, take your pants off. I want to see the rest of you.” 
She stands and starts to unbutton her pants. “If I’m getting naked, then so are you. Come on, let me see that gorgeous cock of yours.” 
I comply with her request, grabbing a condom out of my wallet before stripping off my jeans, underwear, socks, and shoes. Quinn makes quick work of her pants and heels then goes to take off her panties but I stop her. 
“Wait, I want to take those off.” I sit back down on the couch and pull her to stand in front of me. The underwear is also silky red, and I love the contrast against her pale skin. Quinn is curvy, her hips flaring out from her waist. I smooth my hands down them before reaching back to squeeze her ass. It bounces when I let go and I can’t wait to see it bounce on my cock. 
“How wet did you get watching me earlier?” I know she was aroused, but I don’t know how much. 
“Soaking wet,” she tells me. 
“I want to see.” I reach for the fabric that covers her pussy and run my fingers back and forth, testing the fabric for wetness. Sure enough, it’s soaked. “Fuck, Red. I need to taste you.” 
“So taste me.” 
I slide her panties down her legs and help her step out of them. I lean forward and nuzzle my nose right in between her legs, inhaling her musky scent, then lick her slit, grabbing her ass and pulling her forward, closer to my mouth. She holds on to my shoulders to steady herself as my tongue laps at her cunt, but I can’t quite get the right angle while she’s standing up. 
I stand, and she whimpers. “Why did you stop?” 
I look around her living room and see the ottoman in front of the couch is plush and a decent size. “Lie back on this, I need to bury my face in your pussy.” 
She shivers at my words and reclines on the ottoman, legs spread wide and leaning up on her elbows so she can watch me. Her red hair is wild, her face is flushed, and her tits are heaving out of her bra as she pants in anticipation. 
I kneel in front of her and hold her gaze as I lick her slowly, from opening to clit. 
“Fuck, that feels good. Don’t stop.” 
My licks are slow and steady, working her up, but not giving her enough friction to come. She keeps her gaze on me and I watch as she becomes more and more desperate. 
“Charlie.” 
“Hmm?” I ask, like I have all the time in the world. 
Quinn likes to be bossy too, and I like to make her beg. She hates begging, which makes me like it even more. She tips her hips up, chasing my tongue, but I move it to lick her folds instead. 
“Charlie!” she complains. 
“Did I ever tell you how much I love eating your pussy?” I ask her conversationally in between licks. I could eat her out for hours. Her red curls are neatly trimmed, framing her clit and pussy lips. I spread her wide open with my fingers and lick into her opening, pushing my tongue as deep as I can get it, then licking the walls as I come out. Her taste is addictive. Not all women taste the same—some are bitter, some more musky, some sour. Quinn’s pussy tastes divine, the right combination of musky, salty, and sweet. I lap up her juices, avoiding her clit, trying to drive her crazy enough to beg me. 
“Fuck! Charlie, I need you. Is that what you want to hear?” 
Bingo. “What do you need? More of my tongue?” I focus on her clit and she moans loudly. 
She doesn’t answer me, so I back away. 
“Charlie! Please, I need you to fuck me, okay? Please fuck me.” She glares at me, pissed that she gave in and begged me, but so turned on. 
I chuckle and reach for the condom. “My pleasure. Why didn’t you just say so?” 


My body is so desperate to come but his tongue wasn’t enough; I need his cock, and that fucking bastard always likes to make me beg. 
He rolls the condom on and tugs on his gorgeous cock a couple of times before lining himself up with my pussy. He pulls me forward slightly, making my ass hang just a bit off the edge of the ottoman, and rubs the head of his dick up and down my folds, coating himself with my wetness. I feel his piercing, a stark contrast to the way a cock feels. The metal of the piercing is unforgiving while his penis is hard but soft at the same time. The combination makes my eyes roll back into my head and my clit throbs as I wait for him to push into me. He doesn’t though, not right away. He picks up my legs and drapes them up over his shoulders. 
“Charlie!” I bark. “Now. Fuck me now.” 
At my tortured command, he slams into me. I’m so wet, he gains entry easily, but his girth stretches me open, making me gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness. 
“Fuck. This is going to be fast.” 
Thank God. 
He leans forward, seeking purchase on the edges of the ottoman to hold on. I grab on to his forearms and he starts to thrust into me. 
“Yessss.” I love his unrelenting rhythm. His cock is big, and I feel the piercing inside, creating more friction with each movement in and out of me. It reaches all the right places and I’m on the verge of coming. 
“I need you to come, Red. Are you close?” 
“God, yes.” 
He leans down and latches on to one nipple, pulling it and biting it. Then he tends to the other nipple, and the extra stimulation pushes me over the edge. Pleasure steals my breath and my vision. 
“Fuck!” I shout, wrapping my legs around his waist so I can keep him inside me. My pussy clamps around his dick while I come and he chuckles sexily. 
“I love feeling you milk my cock. Was that good?” 
“Mmmmm,” I tell him, too far gone for words right now. 
He kisses me and stays still as I come down from my orgasm. Then he starts moving again and I realize his cock is still rock hard. “You didn’t come yet?” 
“Not yet. Can you flip over? I need to see your ass.” 
“I’m not sure I can move,” I groan. My body is always a bit paralyzed after an orgasm. 
“I’ve got you.” He pulls out of me, helps me sit up, then I turn and face plant into the ottoman. He positions me so I’m kneeling on the carpet, folded over the ottoman for support, ass sticking out at him. He palms my ass and slaps one cheek, the unexpected sting causing me to gasp. 
“Don’t fall asleep on me.” 
“Well then, give me something to stay awake for,” I retort. 
He spreads my ass cheeks apart, so wide I’m completely exposed to his view. I can’t see what he’s doing, but it seems like he’s just looking at me. 
“You see something you like?” I ask him, unnerved at his silence and stillness. 
“I wish I could take a picture of you right now, all pliant and satisfied, your pussy wet and pink from my cock fucking you,” he replies, his voice so husky. “I’d title it Satisfaction.” 
“I bet you have a collection of naughty pictures, don’t you?” He is a photographer, after all. 
He slides his cock up and down my crack, teasing me. Then he squeezes my ass cheeks together, sandwiching his dick in between them, and pumps up and down. The condom catches on my skin, not slick enough to glide smoothly, so he spits. The sound is so crass, and I feel the plop as his saliva lands on my skin, but when he starts moving again, the extra spit allows him to slide easily. Fuck, his cock is so big. It makes me squirm every time it passes over my asshole, and that piercing—it’s so unyielding. 
“You’d think I’d have naughty pictures, but I don’t. I’m not much for remembering past hookups, but fuck, I want to keep this image for my viewing pleasure.” 
“Maybe I’ll send you a picture sometime.” I’ve never taken nude photos before, too afraid they would end up online somewhere, but the thought of Charlie jerking off to images of me gets me hot. 
“I’d like that.” He pulls back, his cockhead trailing down my crack to rub my clit. My nerve endings are still so sensitive from my orgasm that his touch is almost too much. 
“Fuck, Charlie,” I hiss, squirming away from his attention. 
Surprisingly, he heeds my complaint and finally slides into me. It’s a slow slide, inch by inch, until his pelvis is flush with my ass, then he stills. Pleasure zings through me at the way he stretches me and my recently sated body wakes up, hungry for more. I need friction, but he isn’t moving. I huff in frustration. 
“I want you to bounce that luscious ass on my cock,” he says in explanation. 
That I can do. I lift my upper body off the ottoman and brace myself. Holding on to the sides, I rock forward until I feel he’s almost completely out then I back up quickly, loving the way he fills me up. 
His hands cradle my hips and pull me back to meet him. “That’s it, Red. God, your ass is fantastic.” 
Nothing is sexier than the sounds this man makes during sex. The deep rumbles, the muttered curses, the bossy commands, even the lewd remarks about my body are all so damn hot. 
Charlie Nelson is one sexy beast. 
Soon enough, he takes control and reaches around to rub my clit. He can read my body so well, and his fingers plucking my clit while he fucks me triggers an orgasm so intense, I practically pass out. I scream my release and try to grab hold of something to keep me tethered to Earth. He pitches forward on one final thrust and shouts hoarsely along with me. His arms come around me, stilling my flailing movements and holding me close as his dick pulses inside me. 
“Fucking hell, that was amazing.” He pants into my neck. 
“Mmmm,” I agree. 
“You paralyzed?” He knows this about me—orgasms always steal my coordination and leave me in a heap of spasms and heavy limbs. 
“Mmmmhmm.” 
“Stay here, I’ll take care of you.” Those words sound so foreign coming out of Charlie’s mouth. I know he means he’ll take care of my body. Not of me. I don’t want anyone to take care of me. 
I just want orgasms. 
And Charlie is good at giving me orgasms. 
I’ll never depend on any man to take care of me ever again. 
Charlie returns moments later with a warm cloth and wipes between my legs gently. Then he lifts me easily into his arms and carries me to my bed. 
“Is it okay if I crash here? I can be out of your hair first thing in the morning,” he promises. 
I usually hate having men stay the night. If it were anyone else, I’d make them leave immediately. In fact, if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have brought them to my house at all, but Charlie is in this strange category. He isn’t some random hookup; he’s someone I see all the time in my circle of friends. I guess he’s my friend with an amazing cock who I like to have sex with on occasion, so I trust him more than a random stranger. 
That’s the only reason I tug him down into bed with me, snuggle into his side, and promptly fall asleep with the warmth of his arm wrapped around my waist. 






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Isabel Love is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading about two people falling in love, overcoming whatever obstacles they may face, and finding their happily ever after. A husband, two kids, and a full-time job keep her busy by day, but by night, she can be found with her Kindle in hand, reading “just one more chapter”.


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