Welcome
to another Sizzling Sunday!
I’m
still slaving away at my WIP, Sin City Sweethearts, which will
be Vegas Babes Book 3, my third story set in Larry Archer's world of sexual excess. Meanwhile, here’s a sexy and romantic bit
from Book 2, More Brides in Vegas.
Enjoy!
Blurb
Who
can
resist
love
at
first
sight?
The
minute
Ted
saw
Annie
shedding
her
clothes
on
stage
at
The
Fox’s
Den,
he
fell
head
over
heels
for
the
petite,
busty
redhead.
She
had
to
make
the
first
move,
though,
dragging
him
into
an
impromptu
orgy
in
the
Den’s
VIP
suite,
along
with
technically-virgin
bride
Francesca,
secret
slut
Laura,
and
hot
black
mama
Chantal.
Now
Annie
and
Ted
are
getting
married,
and
they’ve
invited
all
their
friends
from
that
wild
Amateur
Night
to
the
party.
Taking
over
a
vintage
eighties
motel
with
a
courtyard
and
pool
for
their
private
function,
the
bride
and
groom
expect
a
certain
amount
of
carnal
excess.
Still,
nobody’s
prepared
for
the
sexual
free-for-all
that
breaks
loose,
involving
not
only
the
gals
from
the
Den
but
also
Annie’s
rock
star
brother,
Ted’s
MILF
mother,
Chantal’s
new
slave
girl,
a
lascivious
hippie
couple,
a
susceptible
priest,
the
butch
hotel
manager,
and
an
entire
Scottish
rugby
team.
As
the
wedding
guests
act
out
their
secret
fantasies,
they
push
the
limits
of
both
lust
and
love.
Finally
arriving
at
the
altar,
after
an
exhausting,
arousing
twenty
four
hours,
Annie and Ted realize that tying the knot doesn’t have to
mean tying themselves down.
Excerpt
Bent
over her phone and concentrating on her list, she was startled when a
pair of strong arms slid around her waist and a warm mouth nuzzled
her ear.
“How’s
my beautiful bride?” Ted licked his way down the side of her neck,
making her shiver, then turned her head so he could plant a kiss on
her mouth.
“Much
better, now that the groom is back!” She melted into his arms,
offering him a more convenient angle. Ted kissed like an angel. For
long moments, Annie dwelt in heaven.
“Everything
go all right?” she asked, when he finally released her.
“Like
clockwork, except that I missed you.” Ted palmed her breasts
through her thin top, his thumbs circling her nipples. Her nubs
snapped to attention. Pushing the shirt up to her armpits, he bent to
suckle the tender buds, making them harder still. He dragged her hand
to his bulging crotch. “See? I need to be inside you, Annie-belle.
Right now.”
“We
don’t have time, baby,” she protested, even as he shimmied her
shorts down her shapely legs.
“The
guests—”
“Are
coming for our wedding, Annie.” He hoisted her up so she was
sitting on the dining table and spread her thighs. “This weekend is
about us. Our love. Everything else comes second.” Leaning in, he
took a lungful of her musky scent. “You’re turned on, don’t
pretend you’re not. You want me.”
“Of
course I want you—oh!” Her fiancé’s tongue left a trail of
fire as he swept it through her folds.
“Oh,
god, that feel’s so good! Oh, Ted…!” Her lover burrowed deeper
into her snatch, licking and biting, driving her crazy. “Ted—the
glass doors—anyone could be watching!”
“Let
‘em watch,” he replied, tearing open his fly to release his
pulsing erection. Positioning himself in the V of her legs, he drove
his cock into her juicy cunt in one smooth, glorious motion.
Annie sighed with bliss as he stretched her wide. He felt incredible. No slow starts for her Ted. Right away he was pounding her pussy like a jackhammer, with a force that made her toes curl. Resting on her elbows, she opened herself to his fierce thrusts.
Annie sighed with bliss as he stretched her wide. He felt incredible. No slow starts for her Ted. Right away he was pounding her pussy like a jackhammer, with a force that made her toes curl. Resting on her elbows, she opened herself to his fierce thrusts.
God,
she loved the way he fucked her! She remembered the first time, in
the VIP quarters at The Fox’s Den. She’d wanted him the minute
she stepped onto the stage and saw him seated at the edge, his eyes
following her every move. Sure, she had entered the Amateur Night
contest hoping to win one of the generous prizes, to help cover her
university tuition, but once Ted appeared, he was all she thought
about. She’d danced for him only, to seduce him, to win him. She
could see he was shy and a bit nerdy, with his glasses, clean-shaven
cheeks and neatly clipped hair. Well, Annie knew how to get a guy
hot. In her debut performance as a stripper, she’d used every trick
she could think of.
Not
that Ted really needed encouragement, once they were alone. He’d
plunged his fine cock deep into her hungry cunt and ravaged her just
the way she liked. Even when it turned out they weren’t exactly
alone—Franny and Jake, Laura and Steve, Chantal and Foxy, even
fusty old Aunt Giulia had ended up in carnal clinches in the VIP
suite that crazy night—Ted hadn’t stopped fucking her until she’d
climaxed four times. Only then did he roar and fill her with his cum.
A
true gentleman, her Ted. With a very talented cock.
He
continued to ram into her body, which was draped at the perfect
height on the sturdy dinette table. Wrapping her legs around his
waist, she held on, gripping his wonderful cock with her inner
muscles. Ted growled—she knew he loved that—and pumped even
faster.
An
orgasm shimmered on her horizon, glittering with promise. Tightness
gathered in her pelvis. Her clit ached; she needed friction. Arching
up, she ground herself against his body, forcing his cock even
deeper.
Yes!
He slammed into her. She clenched down as cataclysms of pleasure
shook her, starting deep in her belly and rippling out to her
extremities. The climax went on and on, aftershocks rumbling through
her one after another. Her lover continued to plow her shuddering
pussy as the last echoes died away. Finally he jerked, yelled and
poured his spunk into her twitching hole.
Ted
slumped down on top of her, panting. She let her legs flop onto the
table and slipped her arms around his neck, pulling his head to her
breasts. He was too tired to lick them, but his warm breath soothed
her.
“I
love you,” she told him, running her fingers through his hair. “And
you were right. That was just what I needed to relax.”
“Mmm,”
he answered, burying his face in her ample tits. For long minutes
they lay there, sated and content, in a world of their own.
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