Sizzling Sunday: Special for the Fourth of July! #Erotica #Humor #CheapBooks

Happy Fourth of July!

For today’s Sizzling Sunday, I’m serving up a heaping portion of All American smut from my light-hearted erotica novel More Brides in Vegas – Book 2 of my Vegas Babes series.

Annie and Ted from Book 1 are getting married. They’ve organized a Stag Night gathering for their open-minded friends at a vintage 1980’s motel with a courtyard and a pool. In this scene, Annie’s brother, who happens to be rock legend Rod Rampart, has arrived at the party and is checking out the bevy of naked ladies lounging around the pool. Rod hones in on Annie’s close friend Laura – even though she’s married to hunky security guard Steve.

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Exclusive Excerpt

“You want to check in to your room?” Annie asked her sibling.

“Actually, I think I’ll take a swim first.” Rod was already pulling his shirt over his head to bare his smooth chest and flat stomach. His torso was the same luscious sun-browned hue as his arms. His ass was equally tanned, Laura noted, when he kicked off his boots and peeled away the tight jeans.

She swallowed the saliva that pooled in her mouth. He stood at an angle, so she couldn’t quite see his cock, just a mass of dark hair at the junction of his corded thighs.

“I’ve always enjoyed skinny dipping,” he added. He turned to face Laura, holding out his hand. “Care to join me, babe?”

She gulped. His meaty cock swung back and forth as he moved, like a hypnotist’s watch. She couldn’t look away. He wasn’t erect, or at least only slightly, but he was big—bigger than Steve, maybe even bigger than the legendary Larry Archer. Laura licked her lips, tempted to sink to her knees right there and swallow him. I’d have him hard in no time, she thought. And then maybe I could persuade him to use that monster on me…”

“Babe?” Rod chuckled at her confusion. “Earth to Laura?” He grabbed by the wrist, pulled her to her feet and led her to the edge of the water. “Come on! In you go!”

Laura jumped as the lanky stranger landed a swat on her bare butt. It caught her off guard. She teetered for a moment on the rim of the pool, then tumbled into the water with a huge splash.

Water filled her ears and her nose. Laura hardly noticed. What held her attention was the hot sting that lingered where he’d spanked her. It spread like wildfire through her body. Her clit burned. Her nipples smoldered.

As she spluttered and gasped, another splash rained down on her. Rod’s dark head broke the surface. He shook his shaggy hair, sending droplets everywhere, then gave her one of his rock star grins. “Sorry! You okay?”

She just nodded, horniness stealing the power of speech.

“I’ll race you, then.” He reached out under the water to tweak one of her swollen nipples. Laura yelped at the sudden, sweet pain. “Last one to the other end of the pool gets a spanking!”

Oh my god. She wanted to give in right there, no contest, to climb onto his lap and feel the fierce heat of his palm battering her bum.

Don’t make it so easy for him, came a voice from some corner of her brain still immune to the hormones flooding her body. Make him work for it.

Without answering, she launched herself toward the far end, falling by instinct into the powerful crawl that had won her so many championships. She sliced through the water, determined to give her opponent a serious challenge. He paced her, stroke for stroke. She poured more energy into her limbs and pulled ahead for an instant.

Their fingers brushed the tiled wall at the deep end at exactly the same moment. Together, they clung to the side, trying to catch their breath.

“You’re good.” There was genuine admiration in his voice as he sidled up to her.

“I swam varsity in college.” A solid rod of flesh bumped against her thigh, triggering a gasp that had nothing to do with their exertion. Damn, he was hot! “Harvard,” she added, determined not to succumb too easily.

“Wow. Athletic, beautiful, and brainy, too!” He pulled her into his arms, keeping them both afloat with his powerful kicks and rubbing his massive cock against her swollen pussy lips.

“And married,” Laura added, even as she tried to maneuver their bodies to get him inside her.

“I’ll bet that doesn’t stop you, babe.”

Somehow still keeping their heads above water, he reached between her legs and found her clit. It was as though he’d flipped a switch. The need that had simmered since her first sight of him boiled up and spilled over. She came hard, biting her lip to keep from screaming. Still, she knew her friends at the other end of the pool could not have missed her trashing.

“You devil,” she told him when she’d recovered enough to speak.

He sank three fingers into her still-trembling cunt, making her come again.

“Guilty as charged.” He licked his fingers, though they must have tasted as much of chlorine as of pussy juice. “And speaking of guilty, I think a wandering wife like you really needs to be punished, don’t you?”

Laura blushed, knowing she’d have to tell Steve about this interlude. He’d probably be okay with it—he knew she loved him, even if she played with someone else—but the thought still scared her. And aroused her. Maybe Steve would chastise her.

Or maybe both of them would do so.

Rod released her and hoisted himself out of the pool to sit on the edge like some bronzed satyr, his erection pointing up at the open dome. His hair clung to his well-shaped skull. His dark eyes skewered her. For once, he wasn’t grinning.

“You may have won this round, babe, but I’m going to spank you before this weekend is done. I swear it.”