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One of the fun things about writing a serial is I can tell other characters’ stories at the same time. On the Goodreads group (https://www.goodreads.com/topic/list_group/139616-a-year-of-sizzling-hot-sax-read-along ), I’m telling Cyndi’s story (the best friend’s story).
Here is a steaming hot snippet from her point of view.
I don’t want to get a room. Hell no to delayed gratification and all that other shit. I want to fuck Cole now.
He pulls me out a side door into a shockingly clean, well-lit alley. Even the garbage can beside the metal door is spotless, not a dent on the exterior.
My movie star goes all sexy He-man on me, pushing my body against the brick wall and capturing my mouth. I surrender to him, grasping his shoulders, drawing him closer, and he holds me, his hands bracketing my face, as though he’s afraid I’ll escape him.
That ain’t happening. Although I’m disappointed that I’ll be just another back alley fuck for my hero, I’m not going anywhere. I’m a slut, this is all I deserve, and I’ve wanted Cole far too much for far too long.
Our tongues tangle, twine. The man knows how to kiss, his lips firm, his mouth hot. He runs his palms over my cheeks, neck, shoulders, going for the grand prize. I arch my back, sticking out my tits. He cups my curves, the pressure just right. Oh mamma. I wiggle, brushing my hips against his, teasing that huge ridge in his black jeans.
He squeezes and releases, squeezes and releases, playing with my breasts. My nipples tighten against the green silk of my corset. I rake my fingernails over his T-shirt covered chest and he shudders.
“Cyndi,” he murmurs against my lips.
He knows my name. I smile. “Touch my tits, Cole.” I yank down my corset, the underwire pushing my breasts upward, the cool night air puckering my skin. “Suck on them.”
“Yes.” He dips his head and covers my right nipple with his lips. God. I writhe. That feels good. He draws my sensitive flesh into his mouth, tugging, laving me with his tongue.
I clasp the back of his neck, hold him to my breast, rocking against him, trying to prolong this, my one encounter with the man of my dreams.
“Beautiful.” He switches breasts, the pull of his mouth felt down to my pussy. Cole is more than a pretty face. He has skills, adoring my ta-tas with his lips, tongue, hands.
Skills like his can only be honed by numerous past fuckfests. Warmth spreads across my chest. We’re fellow sluts, Cole and I. I thread my fingers through his ink black hair, savoring the softness, the connection. We both know our way around the human body.
“Cyndi?” He gazes up at me, his eyes brilliant blue, his cheeks flushed.
He’s horny as hell, yet still a gentleman, wanting to know if I’m game for a quickie against the wall. I smile. He’s so sweet. “Fuck me, Cole.” I pull my black mini-skirt up and my green G-string down, revealing my cleanly-shaven mons, the calling card of hoes everywhere. “Fill me with your cock.”
“God, yes.” He fumbles in the front pocket of his jeans, removes a condom package, clutching it between his teeth as he unbuckles his belt, unzips his jeans, pushing the denim to his knees.
Holy fuck. I gaze at his long hard shaft with open admiration. That ridge hadn’t lied. “Need help?” I stroke my pussy lips up and down, up and down, ensuring I’m nice and slick for him.
“Any help from you and we won’t need the condom.” He laughs shakily, sheathing himself quickly. “I’ll come before I touch you. I want you so badly.”
His confession charms me. “My breasts tend to do that to men.” I grin.
“It wasn’t only your breasts.” Cole presses his body against mine, his latex-covered cock hard along my stomach. “It’s you, your beauty, your confidence.” He kisses my chin. “The way you challenge me.” He sprinkles kisses over my cheeks. “Push me. That’s so hot.”
Oh God. I blink back tears, emotion welling inside me. If he says this mush to his back alley fucks, what would he relay to a woman he cared about? “Fuck me, Cole.” I spread my legs wider. “I need you inside me now.”
Read the rest on the Goodreads Group
https://www.goodreads.com/topic/list_group/139616-a-year-of-sizzling-hot-sax-read-along
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Four years ago, Bee Carter left her tiny hometown, escaping her tormenters. She concealed her tarnished reputation under a good-girl persona, hiding her history from Nicolas, her strong and silent billionaire; Hawke, her tattooed bad-boy biker; and Cyndi, her man-crazy best friend.
Today, she’s returning home … and she’s not alone. Some of her deepest, darkest secrets will be revealed. Trust will be tested. Clothing and inhibitions will be discarded. Bee and her hometown will never be the same.
When her past and her present collide, will any of Bee’s relationships survive?
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