Hello naughty readers!
I have a special treat for you today, TWO excerpts from erotica novelist Damon Close's Lust Series.
Enjoy!
The New Pupil (Lust Series Part 1) by Damon Close available on Amazon
He brushed his hand across her cheek and rested his head against her forehead. “What am I going to do without you?” he asked. She could feel his cock through his jeans now as they pressed against each other.
“You better not give this to anyone else,” she said rubbing her hand against it. It felt so large. Reaching down she unzipped his flies and pushed her hand inside his trousers. God it was amazing. He leaned down and kissed her neck as she freed him from his trousers.
He undid the button on the front of her jeans and pushed them down over her hips, slipping a hand inside her white cotton panties and cupping her ass. She sighed, rubbing his cock with her hand as she looked down at it, so big in her hand. He pulled her shirt over her head they stood in the moonlight, she was only in her bra now and he unfastened it and let it fall revealing her breasts. Reaching down he licked them, kissing her nipples, his tongue licking the sensitive ends as his teeth gently brushed them as they stuck out, reacting to the cool air and his amorous attention. Her head fell back as he squeezed them, his tongue tracing lines over them. He knew she loved it.
He sank to his knees kissing his way down her stomach and gently pulled the cotton panties which were now wet down her legs exposing her to him as they stood in the middle of the room. Would her parents wake, bursting in to see them naked and pleasuring each other? She could care less, all she wanted was to squeeze every last delicious moment out of their time together. His hands gripped her bottom now and she could feel his breath on her thighs. Oh my, she thought running her fingers through her hair. He was so good with his tongue, it was long and he always knew exactly how to use it. Her knees felt week as he leaned forward and kissed her thighs, running his tongue along them as she felt cool lines of moisture on them in the night air. Then he leaned forward and pushed his tongue into her wet folds. Electric! She gripped his head as she felt him explore her, teasing her with the tip before bringing it up to her clit and massaging it in tiny circles. He was an artist.
Excerpt from The Reckoning (Part 2 of the Lust Series) available on Amazon
Heinrich turned and smiled. “You look better than I imagined,” he said as his eyes took in the full sight of her beauty, her long blonde hair falling gently over her breasts, her nipples standing to attention in the cold as she looked at him with longing in those gorgeous blue eyes.
Taking her hand he led her to the chair, helping her up so that she faced the altar and the backrest with her knees on the seat and her completely upturned bottom facing the hall, high in the air now as he wound the rope around first her legs and then her hands, pulling her tight against the chair. She sighed, feeling so exposed yet aroused as he traced a finger up her leg, across the inside of her thigh, teasing each of her holes and then her back. “Please master,” she said, looking up at him.
“Please what?”
“Please Master, do whatever you want with me….”
He circled around her, raising his hand.
Smack!
She felt the pain in her left buttock as he laid into her with full force.
Smack! He spanked her again, this time on the right cheek, she cried out in pain this time as he connected. “Perhaps you didn’t read the bible enough as a young girl,” he said holding up a leather-bound copy of the holy book in front of her face.
“No master I didn’t.”
“Do you think God will save you as you display your anus in his house?” he said pushing his thumb first deep into her soaking wet vagina before rubbing her juices over her anus and then pushing first the tip of his thumb and then the whole thing deep inside her bottom. She gasped, wriggling against the taught rope. “You are a very naughty slut,” he said, withdrawing the thumb and replacing it with a sharp smack across her bottom. She cried out again.
“I’m sorry Master,” she said breathing deeply. The pain was coming in waves now, although the sharpness of his thumb in her bottom had taken her mind off her stinging cheeks.
“Your ass is very red, slut,” he said taking the bible and smacking her with all his might again. She screamed, trying to muffle the sound in the rope around her wrists.
“No one will hear you cry slut,” he said pulling his belt off. “I’m going to teach you a lesson for being so rude in this house.”
Crack!
She felt the leather belt against her back and cried out.
Crack!
Again she felt it cut across her, this time it was the other side of her back.
Crack!
She screamed his time as the belt cut across her bottom.
He relented, pausing while taking off his trousers, then his shirt. He was a brick wall, perfectly structured with gorgeous muscle definition. Grace wished she could tear the rope off and jump on him but some things are worth salivating over. “Are you sorry for what you’ve done slut?” he asked.
“I’m sorry Master,” she said, her eyes watering with the pain but a delicious longing still burning inside of her for him.
She heard the sound of a condom wrapper and then felt his cool hands on each side of her hips, holding her firmly. His thumb brushed the inside of her ass cheek and then pushed gently inside her wet folds, rubbing up and down, teasing her as it neared her clit. She was so exposed now, to the room, to anyone that walked in but most of all to him. The entire school could have walked in in that moment and she wouldn’t care, she moaned and tried to move her bottom up to bring his thumb to her clit but each time he pulled away, teasing her.
That was hot, I wonder where she will be satisfied.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm not talking about the room.