For
today’s Sizzling Sunday post, I’ve got a brand new excerpt from
More Brides in Vegas. This is the beginning of a fun scene
involving the MILF mother of the groom and Jake, the hero of the
previous Vegas Babes book.
Enjoy!
Blurb
Tying
the knot — with no strings attached!
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
“I
don’t think we should be in here, Mrs.—I mean, Claudia.” Jake
looked around as his companion flicked on the light switch. Annie’s
and Ted’s things were strewn around the bedroom. Clearly they’d
left in a hurry.
“Teddie
won’t mind.” The groom’s mother had already kicked off her gold
high heels. She perched on the unmade bed, smiling at him in a
predatory manner that made him a bit nervous, despite his aching
hard-on. “I don’t have my own room yet, and I suspect you’d
rather not go to yours…”
Jesus!
What would Franny say if she found him with this creature? But his
wife was busy satisfying her own extra-curricular desires. She could
hardly object to him doing a bit of exploration.
“At
least turn the light off. Anyone could see in those glass doors.”
“Actually,
I thought I’d open them. Get a bit of fresh air.” Barefoot, she
pranced over and slid the glass open. Her ass jiggled under her tight
red dress. She did shut off the overhead light in favor of the less
glaring bedside lamp. “There, is that better?” Without waiting
for his answer, she pulled the dress over her head and tossed it onto
the floor.
Jake
just nodded, once more struck speechless by this brazen but beautiful
woman. From the rippling bounce of her flesh under her clothing, he’d
assumed she wore no underwear. In fact, she wore a bra and panties of
black satin, though both garments seemed designed more to reveal than
conceal.
The
brassiere consisted of two triangles of gleaming fabric stretched
under her breasts for support, plus a narrow ribbon over the top that
connected to the straps. Her tits might as well have been completely
bare. Her nipples lifted proudly from the pillowy mounds of creamy
flesh, surrounded by crinkled, caramel-colored areolae.
The
lower garment—calling it “panties” seemed a bit of an
overstatement—was nothing more than waistband attached to a set of
satin ribbons that outlined and highlighted her bare mons. Even in
the dimness, Jake could see her fleshy, red pussy lips protruding
from the crotch-less garment.
Jake
couldn’t decide if the costume was sexy or ridiculous. His cock
definitely concluded in favor of the former.
She
stretched out on her side along the foot of the bed, one hand
caressing her hip, the other supporting her chin. Jake had never seen
so many curves. “Now you,” she said, licking her red-painted
lips. “I want to see all of you, not just that sweet, hard cock I
sucked in the hallway.”
Jake
blushed. He’d never met a woman like this, a confident older woman
who knew exactly what she wanted and who didn’t hesitate to ask for
it. To demand it, in fact. He’d had a few girlfriends before he’d
met Francesca, but in fact he’d been as much of a virgin as she
that fateful night at The Fox’s Den when she first let him
penetrate her lovely body.
“I—um—I’m
not sure…” He trailed off, amazement replacing embarrassment as
she slid two perfectly manicured fingers between her puffy cunt-lips
and began to pump in and out.
“Don’t
make me wait,” Claudia said, pausing to suck the juices off her
fingers before reinserting them in her pussy. “Do I have to take
care of myself? You look like a healthy young stud. Show me what you
can do!”
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