Time for another Sizzling Sunday post! Here’s an X-rated FF excerpt from Hot Brides in Vegas, to warm you up, if you happen to be one of the millions in the US battling the deep freeze!
Never
underestimate the power of
a horny bride.
Francesca
Torelli’s
tycoon
father
is
throwing
a
lavish
Las
Vegas
wedding
for
his
only
child.
Her
fiancé
Jake
and
his
buddies
set
out
for
a
stag
night,
exploring
the
fleshpots
of
Sin
City.
Meanwhile,
Fran
and
her
bridesmaids
Laura
and
Chantal
are
stuck
at
the
resort
under
the
watchful
eye
of
her
stern
Aunt
Giulia,
who
has
promised
her
brother
that
Franny
will
come
to
the
altar
a
virgin.
Frustrated
and
annoyed
by
these
double
standards,
the
young
women
hatch
a
plan
to
escape
their
chaperone
and
have
some
fun
of
their
own.
With
the
help
of
a
susceptible
concierge,
a
butch
ex-cop
limo
driver
and
a
scandalous
French
couturiere,
they
find
their
way
to
The
Fox’s
Den,
the
most
exclusive—and
outrageous—gentlemen’s
club in the city. Owner Larry Archer and his crew of strippers,
bouncers, voyeurs and sluts are more than happy to welcome the
delectable trio as contestants performing at the club’s famous
Amateur Night.
The gleeful
permissiveness of the Den challenges the women’s assumptions and
undermines their inhibitions. Complications ensue when Jake and his
groomsmen arrive to find Fran in the midst of her strip act. Then
Aunt Giulia crashes the party, determined to save her virgin niece,
and things get really sticky—both figuratively and literally.
Will
love triumph? Will Francesca be drawn over to the dark side? Is there
a difference?
She
brought her face to Francesca’s. Her mouth was soft, her lips
smooth. She tasted familiar. It took a moment for Fran to realize
that Lily must use the same minty toothpaste she did.
Instinct
made her return the kiss. Honestly, she didn’t think about it. Jake
always joked about her being orally-fixated—luckily for him! She
loved kissing, licking, sucking, and of course giving head. Sometimes
she’d start at his toes and lick her way all the way up his legs,
along his sensitive inner thighs to his balls.
She’d hover there, circling the base of his cock but not touching
the shaft or the knob, until he was crazy with need. Instead of
giving him what he craved, she’d bypass the main attraction, moving
up to his nipples, where she’d nuzzle and nip until he started to
beg. Only then would she relent and swallow his rod, sucking him till
he filled her mouth with his cream.
So
it felt quite natural for her to press her lips against Lily’s, to
trace their plump outline, then slip her tongue inside the other
girl’s mouth. It was just a kiss, a luscious, juicy French kiss
with a peculiar flavor that Fran couldn’t immediately identify, a
flavor that overwhelmed the peppermint.
Lily’s
lips were tangy with an undertone that made Francesca think of the
sea. Strange, but strangely arousing, too.
Lily
responded with enthusiasm, pulling Francesca into her arms and
mashing the bride-to-be’s chiffon-veiled tits against her own
chest. That felt good, too, the warmth, the pressure
and the friction—not to mention the sense of being desired.
When
the Asian woman’s hand crept under Fran’s skirt to stroke her
pussy, however, Francesca
stiffened.
“Wait,”
she said, pulling away from Lily’s embrace. “I’ve never…”
“There’s
a first time for everything,” Lily replied, her voice husky with
lust. “Don’t you want to?” She’d slipped off the couch and
was on her knees once more, near Francesca’s feet. Her lovely oval
face tilted upward, a question in her dark eyes. She licked her lips
with a hunger that made Francesca shiver with
mingled fear and want. “If you’ll let me, I can make you feel
really good…”
Without
waiting for Fran’s assent, she pushed the voluminous skirt out of
the way and hooked the elastic waistband of the thong, dragging it
down to Fran’s ankles with a deftness that suggested substantial
experience. Pressing her palms against Francesca’s inner thighs,
she opened her wide.
“Oh,
you smell wonderful!” Lily exclaimed, leaning forward to breathe in
Francesca’s musky scent.“I’ll
bet you taste delicious, too.” She extended her tongue to lick
gently at the other woman’s labia.
Francesca
shuddered and moaned. “Oh, please—wait—I’m not sure…”
Lily
prodded Fran’s swollen clit. Electric pleasure jolted her. “Just
relax and enjoy, sweet. Think of it as my wedding present.”
Think?
As the stripper went to work on her pussy, pretty much every thought
left Francesca’s head. She’d thought Jake was skilled in oral
sex. This woman made him look like an amateur.
Buy
Links
Barnes
and
Noble
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https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-brides-in-vegas-lisabet-sarai/1127452565?ean=2940154622568
And
if this book appeals to you.. check out Larry Archer’s lesbian
romance Nina
the Fallen Ballerina. Set
in the same universe, Larry’s book tells the story of a young woman
whose dreams were frustrated—until she walked in the door of The
Fox’s Den!
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