Just
popping in to remind you that Smashwords’ fabulous Read a Ebook
promotion is going on right now. All my indie-published titles are
50% off, until next Saturday. Just visit my profile page, pick your
books, and use the coupon code provided on the page when you check
out.
In
particular, you can get a cut-rate deal on my latest release,
Valentine’s
Visit: Four-way Friend Swap, a
super X-rated bisexual polyamorous romance. Here’s a bit of an
excerpt, to stir up your appetite.
Annie
slid off the table, her legs a bit wobbly from her two intense
orgasms. Smoothing her skirt down over her bare legs, she grinned at
her flustered husband. “Calm down! This is Jake and Franny,
remember? No need to be embarrassed.”
“Easy
for you to say,” he replied, frantically rubbing at a white spot
where cum had dripped on his navy blue trousers. The crotch was
darker than the surroundings, too, most likely damp with pre-cum.
“Maybe I should go change my pants.”
She
shook her head, trying not to laugh. “No time. Want to borrow my
apron? That will hide the evidence.” As she tossed the apron in
Ted’s direction, the bell chimed again.
“Just
a sec,” she called. Running her fingers through her tousled red
curls, she headed for the door. Her nipples were still erect, while
her inner thighs were sticky with jizz and pussy juice. Furthermore,
she noted a definite scent of pussy and cum hanging in the room. Oh
well, she thought. Franny and Jake will understand.
She
took a deep breath, arranged her face in a welcoming smile, and
opened the door.
The
East Coast couple stood on the threshold, holding hands. They both
looked—well, good enough to eat. Franny wore gold ear-hoops, a red
sweater with a V neck that flattered her dusky complexion and showed
off her delicious cleavage, and textured black leggings that clung to
her ample hips. Jake’s ragged brown hair, leather jacket and skinny
jeans gave him a bad-boy vibe that made Annie’s mouth water and her
pussy cream.
“Hi!”
she said, stepping aside so they could enter. “You’re early.”
“Hi
yourself!” Before the door had clicked shut, Francesca had Annie in
a tight hug. The Italian beauty smelled of gardenias. Her ripe, warm
body pressed against Annie’s. Her hands roamed down Annie’s back,
then settled on her ass. Meanwhile, Franny planted a solid kiss on
Annie’s lips.
Without
thinking, Annie opened to Fran’s insistent tongue and let it slip
inside. Oh, heavenly! She traced Fran’s luscious curves from her
tiny waist down to her swelling buttocks. God, she’d missed this
woman! Sure, she’d had plenty of pussy since the last time they’d
met, but she and Franny shared a special bond.
For
one thing, they’d fucked each other’s husbands—as well as each
other.
Jake
tapped her on the shoulder. “Hey, don’t I get a kiss, too?” he
asked, his blue eyes twinkling. “After we came all this way?”
“Sure,”
Annie replied, stepping into his open arms. He pulled her tight
against his wiry body, tight enough that she couldn’t ignore the
solid bulk of his denim-covered cock. He dove for her lips, much
rougher than his wife, plundering her mouth with his tongue while he
slotted one lean thigh into the gap between her legs. Her clit
swelled from the friction. New moisture gathered in her pussy. She
couldn’t stifle her moan.
Jake’s
mouth slid away from hers to nibble at her neck. He licked her
earlobe. She jumped as electric pleasure flashed through her. “Happy
Valentine’s Day, Annie,” he murmured. He licked a sizzling line
down to the hollow of her throat. Meanwhile, he brazenly palmed her
breasts through her blouse, then thumbed her taut nipples, making her
gasp.
She
didn’t remember Jake being so forward or self-confident. At the
wedding party, she’d had to coax him into having sex. Guess he’d
picked up a few tricks, being married to Franny.
Don’tdelay! Read an Ebook Week ends on Saturday the 9th of
March. (And by the way, there are lots of other great indie authors
participating!)
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