Ssssex Scene Saturday: Remy and Chrissy

Todays sex scene is from the Book Beyond the Vision of Dreams, the first in the Weresnake novellas! Remy is a rocker, and Chrissy is 100% rock and roll!


BEYOND THE VISION OF DREAMS
Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Weresnake/paranormal
Length: Novella
Races: Weresnakes
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They’d been on the bumper cars and a few other rides. Currently, Remy was throwing darts into balloons as he tried to win her a giant bear. The bear in question had a red ribbon tied around its neck, but other than that, didn’t have much going for it. It was one of those giant cross-eyed carnie bears.

Chrissy tore off another piece of candyfloss and stuffed it into her mouth as she watched him move. He was beyond sexy and he kissed like the devil himself.

“And after the hall of mirrors, we have to go and see the Snake Boy.” She smirked sarcastically. “Half man half snake…it sounds terrifying.”

He turned and grinned at her. “Rubbish! As if something like that exists!” He winked at her and threw his last dart, popping the balloon. “Sweet. We’ll take the big panda.” He motioned at the disgruntled carnie and took the bear when he gave it to him. “Thank you kindly.” He turned to Chrissy and smiled. “Well, love, I won the bear. I get a kiss don’t I?”

“Yeah, you sure do. You want it now, or do you wanna save it for later?”

“Oh, I want it now. It will be sweeter with the candy taste to it.” He smiled and moved into her, capturing her lips with his. “And I’ll take one later, too.”

Her arms wrapped around him as she pulled him into a deep kiss. The feel of his tongue on hers, tasting her, forced a deep moan from her mouth. His spicy scent surrounded her, and she pulled back breathlessly, licking her lips. “One like that?”

He growled, his eyes going python for a moment then changing back.

She grinned. “Watch yourself there, lover. You might end up in one of those tents.” She winked.

“Then you shouldn’t press me, pet. It’s your fault.” He gave her a cheeky grin and they walked off down the midway. “So, Chrissy, the monthly hunt is coming up…” he said quietly as they walked, speaking only loud enough for her to hear.

“Sorry, but it feels good to press you.” She popped another piece of candyfloss in her mouth. “It is? Good, I suppose. It’ll be good to get a proper stretch.”

“Well, usually we hunt alone, but…well, are you sentient when you change? I mean do you retain you? Some people don’t…” he rambled and looked at her, blushing slightly.

“Yeah, I stay me. It’s kinda how I’ve survived this long. You’re very cute when you’re asking something,” she remarked gleefully.

He blushed again and shook his head. “Well, would you want to hunt with me? I mean, I’d show you one of my favourite places if you want.” He looked hopefully at her.

His favourite places? “I’d love too. Just the two of us.” Her smile was warm.

He brightened. “Good. We’ll go early then. I assume you’ve honed your telepathic skills, as well?”

She winced. “Um…yeah, a little. I mean kinda…well, not really so much honed, as in…the opposite?”

“Can you use it?”

She nodded. “Sometimes.”

He nodded. “Well, we’ll just have to work on that won’t we. I, personally, can only use it when changed. Elise and Myrna, can use it any time. I think Andy can, too.”

“Practise makes perfect I guess.”

He smiled and nodded his head to the house of mirrors. “Still wanna go for it? I haven’t been in one of those things in ages.”

“Yeah, let’s.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs. “These things used to creep me out. They kinda still do. I’ll just have to stay close to you.”

“Go on in, I’ll follow…” He stopped to give the carnie the tickets and spoke to him in hushed tones. Chrissy wondered idly just what was going on, but he followed her a second later with a grin on his face. “Shall we?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

He grinned, and they went deeper into the maze of glass, letting themselves get lost in all the reflections. Two minutes later they were in the centre, and Remy smiled as the lights around them went out, the faint glow of the blue spotlight above them bathing them in its eerie glow.

She looked at him, startled. “Is that supposed to happen?” Her instinct made her step closer to him.

“It does when you pay the carnie a hundred bucks to fulfil a fantasy.”

“Oh yeah?” A small smile graced her face. “And what would that be, babe?”

He pulled her closer and growled, his eyes turning to snake quickly. “Fucking the hell out of you surrounded by mirrors.”

Her body melted into his. “Um, god, I like the sound of that.” She hissed up at him, her eyes matching his.

“Your eyes are so beautiful, Chrissy.” Saying her name, he hissed it out so it sounded like ‘Crisssssy’. He growled and kissed her, taking her hand and guiding it to his groin where he was more than ready for her. “Say yes, Chrissy.”

She squeezed him. “Oh hell, yes!”

He groaned and moved his hands from her hips to the front of her low-rider jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and pushing them down her perfect thighs. “This would have been easier if you were wearing a skirt,” he mused as he went to his knees and pulled her pants to her ankles, helping her step out of them. “But I see you don’t wear underwear, so that’s good.” He kissed the seam of her thighs and slipped his tongue out, travelling higher ‘til it was deep between her soft folds. He groaned and sucked lightly.

She bucked and moaned, her hips moving of their own accord to press into him. The sensation his tongue provided was beyond amazing, and her hands went to his head to steady herself.

He chuckled into her and worked her a bit more before pulling back. “It’s your choice, pet, I can keep going, or…” He let his voice trail off and looked up to her, his eyes still very python and very male.

She shivered and licked her lips. “I want to watch you fuck me, baby.”

He smirked and came off his knees grabbing her behind the thighs and lifting her with him. He moved to a rather large mirror and pushed her back against it, licking his lips. “You taste so fucking good baby. Remind me to finish what I started at a later date.” He kissed her, and she tasted herself as his hands worked his belt and pants open quickly. He deepened the kiss as he slid into her wetness, and she was indeed more than ready for him.

She cried out as he filled her.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

She grabbed the top of the mirror to steady herself as her legs wrapped tightly around him. Her lips met his as they kissed deeply.

He kept his eyes looking past her while he worked her flesh, one hand holding her hip, the other’s thumb playing a melody on her clit. He growled and fucked her hard, his pumping relentless and brutal. “You have got the best pussy, pet, and it’s all mine. You’re all mine.” Remy nuzzled the collar of her T-shirt over and his mouth found the mark from the night before, and he bit down on it, reinforcing his claim.

“Oh, yes!” She threw back her head, screaming, and came hard. “Please…” Her body bucked above him. Her lips moved down his face and neck, licking and kissing him.

He moved further to the side to give her room the reach the skin under his T-shirt from his collar and hissed, his pupils going to slits. His hand playing at her clit went further down and parted her pussy even more than his thick cock was, stretching her nerves tight, and his thumb went back to the circles on her clit.

She shivered and screamed, biting down on his offered flesh making him hers as she came violently around him. Her bite deepened, and her hands fell around his neck.

Magic swirled around them like thick cotton. They could both see it in the reflections, their auras, his a pale green, hers a stunning yellow, mixing around them. They were bound by life forces, now and forever. He shuddered and panted, finally letting go of her skin. “God, that was epic,” he said and looked down at her grinning.

Her body went limp in his arms, completely spent. “You can say that again,” she murmured against his shoulder, her pink tongue lapping at his wound.

“Baby? You have to see your shoulder.” He turned them so that she could the scrolling design that was where he had bit her in the side mirror peeking out from her stretched collar.. “That’s really fucking cool.”

She frowned. “Yeah, if not a little odd, should that happen?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. I haven’t ever been mated before. What does mine look like?”

She pulled back, grinning. “It’s the same, only bigger.”

He kissed her and pulled out of her slowly. “Fantastic. I think we should go, don’t you? We got some more tickets…” he said, smiling at her.

She kissed him and slipped down his body. “Yeah, we still have to go look at the freaks. Think there are any bearded ladies?” Her body bent double as she quickly slipped her jeans back on. “Well, that was quite a fantasy you had there.”

He fixed himself, tucking his cock and shirt into his jeans, zipped up, and smirked. “Made more memorable thanks to you, Mate.”

She grinned at him, worrying her bottom lip. “Yeah…Mate.” Oh god…Mate.

He kissed her sweetly and wrapped his arm around her waist, steering her towards the mirror exit.

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Sex Scene Saturday: Astrid and Fallon

SUGAR AND SIN
Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Dark Erotic Paranormal Romance
Length: NOVEL
Races: Demons, Humans, Psychics, witches

WARNING: THIS IS A OVER 18 ONLY EXCERPT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.



"You’re late, cookie," was the first thing he heard as he walked into the room.

Astrid was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed and her arms folded. Fallon took something out of the bag, then set it down, and knelt down in front of her, looking up into her eyes pitifully.

"I'm sorry, vixen. Forgive me?" He pouted slightly, giving her puppy eyes as he took her bare foot into his hand and began to gently massage it.

She made a small noise of pleasure. ”I can never stay mad at you." She looked to the bag and raised an eyebrow. "Did you bring me toys?"

He lifted her foot up to his mouth and placed a kiss on it then grinned at her.

"I might have, but they are for later. Feyd was telling me about Lorna coming over. He and Ashlyn just left. Have you been keeping yourself amused in my absence?" He looked to the pool table. The balls had been haphazardly set up, and the cue stick was lying on the table.

She followed his gaze and shrugged. "Not really. I really can't play. I tried setting them up."

"Would you like me to show you, vixen?"

"Sure, why not?"

They both went to the table, and he started to set up the balls. "You see, it’s different for different games. We’ll start with Eight Ball. It’s arranged like this.” He moved the colored balls around in the rack. “The black one goes in the middle—that’s the eight ball. In the bottom corners, you have one stripe and one solid. The rest just go in at random. Got it so far?" He looked up, and she nodded convincingly, even though he knew she was looking at his ass. He finished setting up the balls and stood behind her, holding the cue thoughtfully.

"Have you ever held a pool cue in your hands before?"

"Yeah, I kinda know how to play, just not well."

He threaded the cue through her hands and showed her how to hold it correctly. He leaned her forward slightly, and she moved back against him, her bare legs smooth against the roughness of his jeans. He took a few shots, guiding her hands to where they should be. A few balls went in, but Astrid let go of the cue, placing her hands where she thought they should be. She turned around in the circle of his arms and kissed along his jawline.

"Cookie," she whined, pouting her lip at him.

He let the cue fall to the floor and looked at her, a question in his eyes. "Vixen?"

"I want you, now. Give my body the attention that it craves."

Typical demanding vixen. I love you for it. Letting his amusement show in his eyes, he bent down to her and gently bit the soft mound of flesh just at the top of her breast. She arched into him, and he pulled back.

"Je vous aime, la vixen."

"I love you, too, and I love it when you speak French." She jumped on him, wrapping her legs around him. One of his hands automatically went to the small of her back to support her while the other slid under the hem of her dress and tucked something into her panties, making sure that it went where he wanted it to go and stayed there. She moaned into his mouth and grabbed hands full of his hair, pulling her self higher up onto him.

"Take me now," she murmured into his mouth.

He bumped her higher up onto him so that her molten heat was centered on the bulge of his trousers. She tightened her legs, forcing what little space there was between them to lessen. He groaned as his cock began to protest its imprisonment. She was the only one that could do this to him. Force his hand and make him lose control. He pulled a slender control out of his pocket and switched it to low. She pulled back from the crushing kiss and looked at him, blinking in surprise, taking a moment to figure out where the vibrating sensation she felt was coming from. He grinned and flicked the dial up higher, and she collapsed moaning in his arms.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. Oh, God…Fallon, please." He moved the dial down a little and set her on her feet.

"I want you to stand on your own, vix. You got me?" Not waiting for an answer, he went to the bag and pulled out a silk scarf. He walked back to her, concealing the piece of silk from her view.

"Now, close your eyes."

He tied the silk scarf over her eyes and kissed the back of her neck. "Now I don't want you to move. If you move from that spot, you will be punished. Understood?"

She nodded weakly then licked her lips and answered hoarsely. "Yes. Understood. Good punished or bad punished?"

He chuckled into the base of her neck. Typical vixen. "Bad, vixen. Very bad. I'll tie you up on top of the table and tease you, giving you enough pleasure to keep you aroused. But no more than that. I'll fuck you with my tongue but not my dick. I'll bring you to the brink but never over it. I'll do that for hours and hours, until I'm satisfied that you have been suitably punished."

She tried to lean into him, but he danced out of the way. "That doesn't sound so bad. Besides you're always impatient when it comes to me," she purred.

He laughed silently and shook his head. Instead of answering her, he flicked the control to high. Her knees buckled instantly. He watched as she caught herself on the table. "Understood, vixen?" he asked, the amusement clear in his voice.

She whimpered and nodded again. He stepped in close to her, peeling her dress straps away from her shoulders to reveal her breasts. He rolled her already hard nipples in his calloused hands before shimmering to the other side on the table, leaving her standing there alone and exposed.

He looked at her from across the table. She would do anything he wanted. She stood there, a slight tremor running through her whole body, using both her hands on the pool table to steady herself. Her large, perfect breasts shuddered with every uneven breath she took. The black silk scarf was doing its job; she had no idea where he was. The room was silent. The only noise was that of the small vibrator resting gently on her clit.

Grinning, he shimmered behind her and lightly stamped his foot to make a noise. She jumped and turned her head toward him, her hands still grasping at the table for support. He shimmered back to his original position and watched her. He loved to watch her like this and loved knowing that he caused it. The way her body trembled with uncertainty, the heat that he knew would be in her blue eyes once the silk was removed. Just the very sight of her, her face turned away from him, her body straining to be touched, made him want to go to her and end it, but he held back. It took a hell of a lot more effort, but he wasn't done playing yet.

"Did I ever tell you about Miami?"

Her head jerked around. "No. Come over hear and tell me." Her voice was breathy, and the smile she was wearing promised him everything. She was enjoying herself as he knew she would be.

He walked around the table to once again stand behind her. He grasped her hips with his strong hands and guided her back, so her ass was flush against his now-throbbing cock. Nuzzling the back of her neck, he growled into her satin-like flesh. He inhaled her sent and sighed it out onto her bare shoulders, provoking a shudder from her.

"I love the smell of you when you’re hot for me. Did you know that? Normally, you smell like fresh green apples, but when you’re turned on, you smell and taste like the ripest red apple I've ever seen, just ready to be eaten. Did you know that?" He slipped his hand under her short dress and slid her wet panties down her legs. The vibrator fell uselessly to the floor, its purpose having been served. He kept his fingers on her, not doing anything more than holding her, letting her wetness seep out onto his hand. She wiggled at the contact but clearly wanted more.

"Miami, cookie?"

"Yes, vixen. Miami. It was a few years ago before I had the pleasure of knowing you. I was invited to watch by four…interesting young women. How could I refuse? They were most insistent." He began to move his slick fingers over her, touching all of her, but not paying specific attention to any one part. He was enjoying the feel of her, studying her with his hands as if he were a blind man with a Braille book.
"So, I went with them and watched, for a while."

"You joined in?" She was getting wetter and wetter at his words. He began to circle his fingertips around her, keeping her aroused for his story. "Yes, I did, vixen. I left every one of them a very happy woman."

"All four?" She groaned under his ministrations.

"Yes, I took them all, and they offered themselves up to me. Would you like me to tell you what I did to each of them?"

"Hmm, did they scream your name?" She leaned against him, giving him a better angle.
"Every one of them did." He slid a finger into her tight warmth, and she shuddered, so tight and warm. His finger started to work her hard from inside and out, his thumb drawing gentle circles on her clit. She bucked and threw her head back against him. "Will you scream my name? I want to hear that. I need to hear that. Come for me, my vixen. Scream my name," he whispered into her ear.

She came violently, screaming his name, just as he'd asked for. Only his arm supporting her kept her upright. He held her as she caught her breath. Once she could breathe and stand on her own, Fallon took off the blindfold and his own clothes, showing himself firm and upright.

"Oh, Fallon. You are amazing and happy to see me." Astrid grinned at him, her eyes glowing with lust. She started to take the dress off, but he stopped her.

"No, I like it like that. It covers, but it doesn't. Climb on the table." His voice was low and throaty, more of a growl, and she didn't hesitate. She was up on the table, legs open wide waiting for him. He hopped on the table and crawled over to her, turning her to face the window. He forced her up and onto her knees and positioned himself behind her, teasing her swollen opening with his throbbing cock.

"Is this what you want, vixen? You want all of this inside you? all of me inside you?" He quivered at the heat that radiated from her core. It passed over him as if he were already sheathed inside her. Whimpering, she tried to back up onto him, but he held her hip firmly in place.

"Ah, no. That's very naughty. Tell me, is this what you want? To feel me inside of you as far as I can go? You can take all of me, vixen. Few can. Do you want me to show you just how deep I can go?" He pushed himself over her clit, and she groaned.

He moved back to her center and positioned himself, so all he needed was one quick thrust to be inside her.

"Yes, Fallon…yes. I want all those things. Show me, lover, please."

And with those words, he entered her, not waiting for her to loosen up, knowing just how she liked it. His pace was mercilessly fast, but he couldn't have slowed down if he tried. Astrid's small gasps and moans only encouraged him.

"Vous vous sentez si vous mouille, donc chauffer, donc tendu.” Vixen, you feel so wet, so warm, so tight. The sound of flesh on flesh cracked through the room. He turned her to face the street, with the light so bright the whole room was exposed to anybody who could be watching below.

"Is there anyone in the street below, watching us? Watching you while I thrust myself deep inside of you?" Her noises changed slightly, and he smiled, knowing that he had hit her spot. He changed his pace but kept the angle and found himself close to letting go.

"Tell me, my vixen, are you close?" His thoughts clouded over. All that mattered was that he go as hard and fast into her as he could.

"Yes…yes, oh, Fal, so close. Please, harder, faster…need…need you to…"

Couldn't slow if I tried, vix. He felt her tighten, and he lost himself, pounding into her as she came around him. He found his own release as her hot body squeezed every last drop from him.

"So, was there anybody watching outside?" he asked as soon as his breath was back. He pulled out of her and watched as their mixed juices ran from Astrid onto the pool table before lying down next to her. She laid her head on his chest and played with the line of hair under his belly button.

"There were a few. You think they'll leave money at the door?"

"They’d better, but the show was for us, not them. I think we stained the table."

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Sex Scene Saturday: Ben and Minerva.

Todays scene comes from the first in our American Satyr series, Of Crimson and Collars, a book about a hybrid demon/satyr who has no place in the world at large, until he finds out about his satyr side and meets the one woman that can calm his lonely heart.

OF CRIMSON AND COLLARS
Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Length: Novella
Race: Satyrs
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Warning: This scene is not for anyone under 18 years old. You have been warned.

Watching her closely, he ordered her fruit and his breakfast along with a large amount of coffee. “So is that bath ready?” She nodded and licked her lips again, holding her hand out to him.

He stood and walked to her completely naked and took her offered hand. “Lead the way, then.”

She smiled and walked them into an overly large bathroom, lush with topiary grace and style. The plants were the type that thrived in steamy and warm environments, the blooms on the few flowering ones extremely fragrant, but sparse, as not to overdo the exotic potency. Minerva led him into a sunken marble pool. The waters swirled around her ankles then calves and finally her waist as she stood in the center, steam rising around her. Bubbles broke on the surface of the water, and Ben noticed there were jets in the sidewalls and bottom. She beckoned him again with her outstretched hand.

Smirking, he stepped in after her. The water was practically boiling, just as he liked it. One didn’t live in the demon realm for so long and not become accustomed to both intense heat and cold.

“I like it,” was all he said as he took in the place.

“This is the largest bathroom in the castle,” she said and dunked under a bit, floating over to him and grinning. He dunked under too, letting the scalding water run over him.

“It is certainly large, and we can put these jets to good use. Tell me, do you like the heat?”
Minerva smiled and nodded. “I was happy to hear you say you enjoy it hot, Prince.”

“And the pressure of the jets? Rushing the burning water against your clit? Do you like that?”
“I…I don’t know, Prince. They aren’t,” she said and went under quickly and came up, her hair a silken wet sheet behind her.

“Well, we should remedy that right away then.” Taking her arms, he turned her, pushing her forcefully against the side. He spread her legs, holding her to the jet and positioned her accordingly. “Now, how does that feel?”

Minerva gasped and threw back her head. “Um, Prince, that’s good…but you feel better.”

“I do.” He let the water blast over her clit. “But you’re not getting me right now. There are some ground rules you have to learn, and this is the simplest way to start.”
“Yes, Prince…” she moaned and leaned back into him. He allowed his hands to move around her front, taking her breasts in his hands.

“Now, you mustn’t come, pet. Not without my express permission. To do so will incur severe punishment. Now, you may ask—beg even—but you must never come without my first saying so. This applies at all times. Sometimes, I’ll let you come as often as you want. Other times, maybe only once, if at all,” he whispered in her ear as he teased her nipples. “Understood?”

She shuddered and nodded. “Yes, my Prince.”

“Good. Your body belongs to me now. I own it and everything it is. Your every orgasm is mine. Mine to give and mine to deny.”

Minerva leaned into him and panted. “Are you keeping me, Prince?”

“For now,” he told her, though he most certainly was keeping her. “But do not go against my wishes in this manner, and it includes touching yourself. Your pleasure is mine.”
Her skin against his chest was so supple and fresh, he couldn’t stop himself from kissing over her neck on the spot where he’d bitten her last night.

She moaned, tilting her head to give him better access. “I won’t disobey you, Prince,” she whimpered, her nipples hardening. Her hands went to his hips. Holding her breasts tightly, he lifted her higher and teased her open with his cock.

“Excellent.” She gasped, feeling him between her thighs and moaned again. “Please,” she begged, “Please take me…”

Even Ben couldn’t resist a plea like that, not when she was still so tight and supple and especially not with the moons’ magic beating down on him, driving his body to slake his lust. Still holding her up high, he slammed up into her, careful to keep the jet on her clit. He was interested to see how far she’d get, whether she’d break his command or be reduced to sobbing pleas for mercy.
Minerva moaned and gasped, purring low in her throat. “Prince…gods, that’s deep,” she groaned. Her body quivered, and she dug her fingers into his hips, moaning. “Prince…please…so good…”
He took her hands, placing them on the edge of the tub before pushing her face down to meet them. Now with her completely bent over, he told her not to move. He stroked her thighs under the water, parting them uncomfortably wide before pulling almost out of her body then slamming back into her. Sometimes slow and hard was just what was needed to start the day, and he certainly enjoyed using her in this way. She was so willing and so complimentary, just happy to get fucked and make him happy. All women were in the end but from the start Mina was by far the best. She enjoyed giving him the control he needed.

She panted, arched and moved in his hands, letting him guide her. “Please. Please…I need to…” she whimpered.

“Need to what?” he asked cruelly, knowing full well by the fine trembling of her body that she was close.

“Please…” she begged. “Please, let me come, Prince.” He toyed with just how cruel he would be before deciding he could allow her this one.

“Since you asked me so nicely, come, pet.” He thrust harder into her, his cock moving over her sweet spots as the jet still pounded into her. “Come for me,” he growled into her ear.

Minerva exploded. Her body shook with utter abandon, her eyes closed as she screamed his name, panting. It was too much for her, and she slumped, her knees buckling, moving her body closer to the jet, adding more pressure to her sensitive flesh. She pulsed with energy, any resistance she could have had melting away. “Ben,” she panted. “Gods, you’re so good.”

It took him a few seconds to recover himself. The force of her orgasm had nearly sent him over the edge, something that rarely happened. He kept his body moving inside of her not quite ready to bring it back to full force. Her reaction pleased him. He would most definitely have to speak to the collar maker about getting one made for her. She was indeed a prize. “You should thank me…for being so kind. I could have drawn that out for a very long time.” He smirked into her back, having every intention of doing so with her next one.

She moaned and shuddered, her body back on edge. “Thank you, my Prince. Um, please. Anything you wish to do, my Prince. I am yours, all yours.”

“Perfect response. You are indeed mine to do with as I please.” His body was once again screaming at him, and he started working her faster until he pounded into her. Her legs were split wide, the screaming jet flush against her clit now. The excess spray moved against his balls, the extra sensation driving him wilder.

She panted and writhed under his hands, bucked back at him and pleaded, her body taut like a string once more. It didn’t take much for him to get her to that zenith, to that one place where nothing but pleasure mattered. “Ben…Master, please…”
“Please what?” He pinched her nipple hard. The master was a nice touch, but he was enjoying this far too much.

“Please, come with me. I love how it feels. Please…”

“Not yet,” he growled, pushing her head down against the tub and fucking her viciously. “Although, you may beg further to entice me. I might change my mind.”

She sobbed and moved under him, moaning her joy as he used her body and drove her to new unheard of heights. “Master…anything…gods, please. It’s so good. I need you. Please…” she begged weakly then abandoned her pleas, a gasping moan coming from her mouth.

He could barely hold himself back any longer, the weak twitching of her body and her soft sounds just about ending him. “Come now,” he moaned in her ear.

Minerva let go of her tattered control and sighed, shuddering then moaning once more, this one was softer but deeper, her muscles clamping down on him harder as she sobbed his name over and over.

Taking her hips, he drove himself higher into her as he came hard, his orgasm strong. He kept thrusting until they were both spent.

Minerva panted and licked her lips, squeezing him once more from the inside. “Is this how you get up every morning? I might pass out from the attentions,” she chuckled and wiggled her rump.

“I’m confident you can keep up the pace.” He kissed her neck, pulling her back into his arms and deeper into the warm water.

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Yep... that's right Kat! you is the winner...

Now, because I'm away from my compy for the next week (family is in town) Ill be sending you your GC probably after Mothers Day!...

Thanks for Playing everyone that entered, and I hope when we do this again for a future book we will have even more entries and be able to give away a Kindle Fire!

And thank you to everyone that left a review! the winner of the AAD 2013 registration (which you were eligible for if you were part of our FB page and left reviews before the 30th) is BRANDY SWAIN!

Congrats to both of you and thank you so much for being fans and supporting us!

Stella