Welcome to another Sizzling Sunday at Beyond Romance!
As
I count down to the release of More Brides in Vegas, I’m
giving you some new material from the previous book, Hot Brides in
Vegas (soon to become Book 1 in my new “Vegas Babes” series).
In
this excerpt, Francesca’s maid of honor, Laura, gets it on for the
first time with The Fox’s Den security guard Steve. He’s a big,
tough guy, an ex-SEAL. Meeting Laura has a big effect on him!
“You
seem upset.” His eyes narrowed, and now she read something else in
his expression. Lust.
Her
breath caught and her cheeks burned. He
wanted her.
“Are
Katie and the other girls up to their usual antics?” he asked. He
had not released his hold on her arm. “I guess a classy lady like
you isn’t used to that sort of thing.”
“Some
classy lady,” she responded with a forced chuckle. “In an hour or
so I’m planning to take my clothes off in front of a crowd of
strangers.”
“I
can hardly wait.” His deep voice sank to a sexy near
whisper. He snaked his other arm around her waist to pull her against
his hard body. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else,
not since you walked in the door of the club.”
He
tried to bend down and kiss her. The mismatch between their heights
was too great. After an awkward moment trying to adjust, he gave up.
Instead, he lifted her right off the floor, bringing her face level
with his.
“I’ve
been thinking about this, too,” he murmured,
before his mouth claimed hers.
Oh,
god! He was a fantastic kisser! Warm, firm, not too wet, not too
dry—just right! His tongue teased the seam of her lips. She opened
eagerly, sucking it into her mouth, tangling it with her own. He
tasted like black coffee and salt. Even now, at five o’clock in the
afternoon, he was perfectly clean-shaven, with no annoying stubble to
irritate her skin. She relaxed in his grip, completely comfortable
even though her feet were six inches off the floor. Somehow she knew
he’d never drop her.
The
kiss went on and on. She didn’t want it to
ever stop. Laura closed her eyes, drowning in the smell, the taste,
the feel of him. Such strength!
Finally,
his lips slid away from hers. “Damn, but this is tough to keep up.”
He lowered her to the ground, making sure she was stable on her spiky
heels before letting her go.
She
searched his handsome face. He looked desperate.
“If
I don’t have you right now, woman, I’m going to explode.” He
half-dragged her across the hall, throwing open the door in front of
them and pushing her before him into the dim space.
The
door clicked closed. Laura barely had time to register the massive
desk, the filing cabinets and bookshelves, the
full carafes of liquor and the gun cabinet. Steve lifted her once
again, as if she weighed nothing, and draped her over the padded arm
of a couch. Her face was against the cushions, her ass in the air.
His palms against her hips, he pushed her stretchy dress up to her
waist, baring her bum. Then he yanked her thong down until it hung
off one ankle.
“Hey!
Be careful of my costume!” In fact, Laura found his frantic force a
turn on. Still, she hoped he wouldn’t totally destroy her delicate
garments.
Steve
just grunted. She heard his zipper ripped open. Moments later, a
slick, hard knob pressed against her pussy lips.
“Oh,
that’s…ah!” she sighed. Before she could complete her thought,
he jerked his hips and
drove his cock deep into her cunt.
The
size of his cock matched the rest of him. He was huge. Still, he met
almost no resistance as he slid inside. She’d
been soaked since the interlude at Yvette’s shop. The naughty
thrill of exhibiting herself in the slutty costume made her wet.
Chantal’s roaming fingers, scary as they were, made her wetter.
Meeting a hunk like Steve, watching Margaret and Linda, Francesca and
Lily, Chantal and Katie—everything conspired to arouse her. Her sex
was juicier than it had ever been in her life. Steve stretched her to
the limit, but his iron-hard penis moved smoothly as he pumped it in
and out of her soaked snatch.
Steve
gripped her butt cheeks, holding tight as he rammed into her, hard
enough to force the breath from her lungs. With each stroke, his cock
mashed against her clit, kindling sparks that soon had her burning
up. When he dug his fingernails into her flesh, she came with a
scream that rattled the walls. He didn’t even slow down, continuing
to pound her cunt while she convulsed around his fat cock.
He
didn’t say a word. Occasionally he’d groan or huff. He was a pure
fucking machine, without mercy, slamming his meat into her sloppy sex
until she was sore and tingling.
Laura
took everything he dished out. It was fast, rough, totally lacking in
finesse. It was exactly what she wanted.
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And while you’re
over at the bookseller’s why not pick up a copy of Larry Archer’s
novella Nina: the Fallen Ballerina? It’s set in the same
sexy Las Vegas world as my book.
