Authors: Selena Kitt
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“Ow!” He winced, rubbing the back of his head and she giggled.
“I think we better get back on the bed before we break something.”
They leaped off the floor, Ian almost falling over because of a bed sheet still wrapped around his foot, and embraced tightly as they tumbled back into bed. Ian’s hands found her ass, firmly caressing her pale, white cheeks, parting them as they kissed. His firm, hot dick pressed against her belly. She grabbed it and tugged before rolling over onto her belly and going up on her hands and knees.
“Fuck me, Ian, from behind.” She looked over her shoulder at him, seeing his eyes light up at the sight of her completely exposed to him.
Ian didn’t need to be told twice either. He was kneeling u between her legs, sliding his cock up and down the crack of her ass, lower, spreading her wetness from her back to her belly.
“Oh God, please,” she begged. “Don’t tease me anymore, I can’t stand it. Please, put it in me!”
“Oh Veronica,” he moaned as he gave her what she wanted, slowly sliding into her pussy from behind. She felt the hot throb of him, every glorious inch. She loved that feeling of being filled. “You’re so fucking tight!”
“Like that?” she teased, squeezing her muscles around this length and he gave a little hiss, fingers digging into her hips. “Was my pussy worth waiting for?”
“You were always worth waiting for,” he breathed, beginning to move. She arched instinctively, jutting her ass out, even higher as she lowered her shoulders to the bed, and Ian began to push his cock deeper into her pussy.
It was tight, but very wet, and he went so slowly it was maddening.
“Ian,” she begged, rocking back against him. “Please. More. I want you.”
“I don’t know how long...”
“Ohhh fuck, I don’t care!” she cried, reaching underneath to find her clit. Just feeling the thick throb of his cock buried in her made her want to come again. “Please! I
need
it, baby! I need you!”
“Okay,” he breathed, beginning to move faster, pumping inside her. They began to establish a natural rhythm, and Ian pushed her harder with each stroke. She surrendered to him completely, burying her face in the sheets and blankets of the bed. Ian panted behind her, shoving in harder and deeper, every stroke more urgent as Veronica’s mews turning to cries and then to loud, long moans.
Her pussy clenched and gripped him fiercely, greedily, the closer she came to climax, and that seemed to drive him onward, until he was fucking her so furiously her teeth rattled and she nearly bit her own tongue. It was fucking fantastic.
“Harder!” she begged him. “More! Oh fuck! Pound my pussy and make me come!”
It was too late for that, though, because her climax rocked them both, her pussy snapping closed again and again, like a hot, velvet vise around his dick.
“Fuck! Oh fuck! I can’t stop! I’m going to come inside you!”
She cried out at his words, feeling the thick throb of his cock, the first pulse as he shot a stream of white-hot lava into her waiting cunt. Veronica buried her face in the covers and screamed at the sensation, her own climax still running through her like a shockwave. She was an earthquake and he was a volcano, and they erupted together like a force of nature. Nothing could hold them back.
Ian collapsed onto her and Veronica took his full weight, even though she could barely breathe. The feel of him inside her, still pulsing, his cum slowly dripping down her slit, made her shiver. So fucking good. She had thought about him, fantasized about him, but her fantasy hadn’t even come close. The real thing was so much better.
Ian spooned her back against him as he rolled to his side, pressing kisses to her shoulder, his hand moving over her belly, rubbing her tattoo.
“It’s not gonna come off,” she teased, smiling to herself.
“Permanent,” he agreed, sliding his knee between her thighs and nuzzling her neck. “Just like us.”
“Yeah?” She glanced back at him, her heart in her throat.
“Fuck yeah.” He kissed her softly. “Even if I have to listen to your whiny emo music for the rest of my damned life.”
“Such a sacrifice.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s better than having to listen to—”
His mouth quickly covered hers, kissing her quiet, but she didn’t protest.
Not even one little bit.
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Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica. com) and bookstore (excitica. com), as well as two erotica and erotic romance promotion companies (excitesteam. com and excitespice. com).
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality.”
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By Selena Kitt
These naughty Little Brats have a secret, taboo fantasy—about the hot, sexy Man of the House. It’s oh-so-wrong, but behind closed doors, it feels oh-so-right!
Get six tempting tales of forbidden sex, half a dozen explicit fantasies that will push all your buttons and your boundaries.
All six sizzling stories feature dirty brats who want it old school and hardcore with their kinky, older patriarchs. These exciting fantasies will give you all the heat you’re looking for, and you’ll get it all just like she does—hot, hard and unprotected!
EXCERPT from “Becca”
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“What in the hell were you thinking?” he snapped, shifting the truck into a lower gear as they rounded the corner to their street. Becca bit her lip and tried again, a futile gesture, to get her skirt to cover more flesh.
“I just wanted to see what would happen,” Becca mumbled, regretting her decision now. It had been Duncan’s attention she wanted to capture, after all, and while her mission might have been successful, it wasn’t the sort of attention she had been after.
“You’re going to find out,” he growled, pulling into the driveway and cutting the engine. “Get into the house.”
She slid out of the truck and wobbled up the driveway to the side door. She was hopeless in heels. How did her mother do this every day? Duncan was already inside, sitting at the kitchen table. His face was unreadable.
“Am I grounded?” she asked in a small voice, dropping her backpack to the floor.
“I told you what would happen if I ever caught you going out wearing something like that.”
Becca stared at him, uncomprehending, but a dawning realization came over her as Duncan stood and began unbuckling his belt.
I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit down.
That’s what he had said—his exact words. Becca watched him unthread his belt, staring in disbelief as he folded the thick leather over carefully, keeping the buckle in his hand.
“Come here.” He snapped the belt and the sound made her knees weak, but she did as she was told, wavering only slightly, catching herself on the kitchen table. “Bend over.”
She blinked at him in disbelief, her face reddening, and she cooled her cheek on the surface of the table as she bent over, feeling more exposed than she ever had in her life. His presence filled the room, rising up behind her, although she couldn’t feel him, not physically. He hadn’t touched her.
Every muscle in her body was tense as she waited, still aghast at her position, ashamed it had come to this. Behind her, Duncan was so quiet, it was unnerving. She glanced back, seeing his gaze on her standing bent over the table, a look on his face she’d never seen before, at least not when he looked at her.
It was pure lust.