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Dec 23, 2022 9:51 pm
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Okay, so I’ve completed a rough, rough (brillo rough) draft of Valentino DeLuca and am contemplating what should happen in the bonus scene. Here’s where you come in. What kind of scene would you like to see play out in the bonus?
- Double Penetration - Mouth & Ass
- Double Penetration - Mouth & Pussy
- Double Penetration - Ass & Pussy
- Double Penetration - Two dicks, one hole
Reply with your vote.
Cover Reveal
If you missed it, Sunday I was in the Savage Collections Romance Group where I revealed my new baby’s cover. Valentino DeLuca is not coming to play. Now I know the last few heroes I gave you were more on the sweet side, but Valentino is…well, let’s say if you loved Giorgio and Lorenzo, you’ll love Valentino. He’s a mix of the two with a little something extra and a whole lot of hotness. And he’s not alone. He’s got his boy Tácito to back him up.
If you enjoyed the last puzzle I sent you, here’s another: Valentino. How quickly can you put the pieces together?
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A war is brewing in Escondido Bay, and I’m smack dab in the middle.
Mayor Sala’s Fangirling Grannies are donning their armor in the east, while the Silver-Haired Baddies sharpen their weapons to the west. The only thing they seem to agree on, is interfering with my life.
I moved back to Escondido Bay, a fully-matured veteran of adulting. I thought that would give me a pass; let me live my life as I want.
Single.
Independent.
Alone.
In a town this small, there are meddling grannies behind every palm tree, and they have plans for me and the handsome undercover rockstar renting my bungalow.
But between planning Founder’s Day, trying to broker a cease-fire between the grannies, all the while protecting my boarder from their designs, my plate is officially full.
Then calamity slams into Escondido Bay, and of course there aren’t enough beds to go around. If I thought it was hard ignoring the burning attraction my boarder stirred up before, I don’t think sharing one bed is going to help.
Not. One. Bit.
Because you deserve this and more
Patreon Update
A few months back, my writing prompt for my Patreon Steamy One Shot tier was Getting it on during a party. From that was born Sensual Cross Examination. At random times, this couple knocks on the door in my brain marked, My Plate Is Full, Take a Number. As you know, my 2023 is full of projects. Do you think I should write their story in 2024?
“Apologize!” Sandros slams me against the wall of a private room away from partying crowd.
Fire burns in his blue eyes while anger radiates from him like a furnace on full blast.
His anger feeds the darkness inside me. I’m glad he’s angry. He deserves to feel the burn from the toxic emotion as it fills his body and crawls up his veins with no outlet. He’s done the same to me so many times. This time I responded and he couldn’t ignore me like he’s always done in the past.
“Those women didn’t deserve your disdain,” he growls.
“As if you know what they deserve. And my disdain isn’t for them.” I arch my brow at him, in no way intimidated by his large size and overpowering presence.
I’ve always been like this whenever he was around, never caring for his status, privilege, or power. Usually, he ignored me while his close friends didn’t. But birds of a feather and all that. He may never have shit on me in high school or college, but I thoroughly believe in guilt by association and the guilty don’t deserve my compassion.
“Want to say that again?” His voice lowers to a dangerous register and he moves his body too close for my comfort.
I should be terrified. My mind recognizes that. After all, he belongs to a Greek mafia family here in Philly. He may be a lawyer, but his family and clients are deep in the mob, and pissing him off is probably foolish.
But I’m a risk taker who is pissed because of the shit he said to my date about me, and I’ve had enough of Sandros Daskalaki acting like he owns everything.
He doesn’t own me.
“I only pointed out what a pussymonger you are. At least the man I’m with knows my name. He would have been screaming it tonight if not for you.”
My courage does not come from this being the first time he’s directed his attention on me. I’m immune to his sultry, blue-eyed attention and make-me-wet voice.
Uh-huh.
“Like he would know what to do with you,” Sandros challenges.
“Why do you care? It’s not like you’d know what to do either. I bet the only reason women flock to you is that pretty face, but the minute you get them in bed, they do all the work. If you ask me, I saved those women from a traumatizing experience. No one deserves to have bad sex with a guy who runs around treating pussy like a free-for-all.”
“I know you’re used to running your mouth for a living, but someone really needs to show you what it’s best used for.”
I pointedly look him up and down and arch my brow at him, leaving my skepticism about his ability to do anything unspoken but loud enough for the hearing impaired.
“Do you even know why this party is happening?”
At my blank look, he shakes his head and boxes me in by bracing his hands on the wall by my head.
“I’ve been celibate for six months. Tonight is my celebration party. And those two women—”
“With names you still don’t appear to know.”
“—were going to be my reward. You caused them to leave. Now, you owe me compensation.”
“I don’t owe y—”
His mouth slams onto mine. I gasp and that’s all the opening he needs to push his tongue inside and prove my earlier crack about his lack of skills wrong. Sandros knows how to work his lips and tongue. He subdues me laughably fast and I kiss him back. No, I desperately receive his tongue, trying to hold on every time he withdraws by sucking him deeper.
The stereo-sized voice that should be yelling that I’m no better than the other women who fall at his feet for the merest glance from him is now white noise. Indistinguishable and not noteworthy.
I’m so engrossed with what Sandros is doing to my mouth that I didn’t notice how busy he’s been until cool air rushes against my breast, teasing my nipples into hardness.
He frees my lips to suck at my nipples. I gasp at his hot, wet mouth suckling me. My body and mind are in conflict as to what I should do. I pull my hands, intending to push him away or maybe bring him closer, but I meet resistance.
While Sandros ravages my body with his mouth, I look above my head. He’s a fast mover. He’s manacled my wrists in one of his large hands, and my attempts to free my limbs are useless.
I peer down at his curly black hair, the hungry way he sucks and licks me, and my pussy floods. Instead of seeking to free myself, I arch into him. This can’t be happening, yet I’m not stopping it. Don’t know if I want to stop him or the need building inside me.
He rises to reclaim my lips, and I let him. Do I even have a choice when my body puts up this rebellion? The first kiss was not a fluke. I go under as soon as his tongue touches mine again and don’t notice when he frees my hands.
Not until he’s pushing inside me and I wrap my arms around his neck.
Fuck, he feels so good.
When had he pushed my panties aside or released himself?
He fills me, stretching me, rubbing my walls and driving me crazy as he thrusts inside. I groan and scream into his mouth where his tongue fucks me with the same overpowering intensity.
I grab onto his hair and hitch my leg over his hip, begging him with my actions to take me deeper. Harder.
He reads me and fucks me harder, smashing me against the wall. I don’t care that anyone from the party can walk in and catch us, Aisha and Sandros, longtime combatants, fucking like we are each other’s air.
My pussy clenches around his dick and Sandros is just as vocal as I am during this eternal kiss that I never want to end.
I scream into his mouth when he caresses my clit. He doesn’t let up and sensation runs haywire through my body until I come hard from his manipulation and dick filling me. Even then, he continues to plunge inside me, chasing his orgasm and building another.
I should be dead from lack of oxygen, for fucking, yet I come again. This one is more intense than the last. I claw at Sandros’ back, mindless and writhing on his dick and becoming a pleasure junkie for what he is doing to me…with me.
He comes with a roar, separating our lips. I miss his tongue filling me, but not so much that I’m not clamping around his dick and milking him for all I’m worth.
Sandros collapses on me and kisses me again. Sweet this time rather than the ravenous beast he’d been seconds ago. I can’t get enough of this kiss either.
“I think we can both agree that this is a much better use for your mouth,” he says while withdrawing from my body.
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