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I’ve been writing Cyndi’s story on the Goodreads group ( https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/139616-a-year-of-sizzling-hot-sax-read-along ). These scenes are raw and uncensored, completely unedited.
“I thought you’d never ask, darling.” Cole’s slow southern accent adds syllables to each word. No man should look and sound as good as he does.
He cups my ass, lifting me off the ground. I like my family’s candy a little too much and I’m not a small woman. This feat alone impresses the hell out of me. I wrap my legs around him, supplementing his efforts.
Bracing me against the brick wall, my movie star nudges against my pussy lips with his cock head, searching for the right entrance. I hold onto his shoulders and shift my hips, assisting him.
Finally, we align and he lowers me, agonizingly slowly. “That’s it, baby,” I murmur encouragement. “You’ve got it.”
He’s got me. Completely. God, Cole has a nice cock, thick with a bit of kink to it. My eyes roll back in my head. His cock head is hitting all the right places, filling me up.
Finally my pussy lips press against his neatly trimmed private curls and my sextastic movie star ride temporarily comes to a halt. I meet his electric blue gaze, stunned that I have my Hollywood crush inside me. “You alright?” I ask, my voice husky. “Or do you need a stand in?”
He blinks once, twice, his eyelashes obscenely long, and then he throws back his head and laughs. “Stand in?” He withdraws half an inch and rocks back into me. “Fuck you,” he says this with a toe curling affection, giving me another shallow thrust.
I gasp, the sensation delectable. “That’s what I keep asking you to do.” I help him, pulling myself higher, because, unless the man is huge and the woman is tiny, fucking against a wall is a two person job. “Don’t hold back on my account,” I push him, breathless with passion. “I can take anything you give me.”
“I doubt that,” he huffs, driving into me harder, deeper, smacking my bare ass against the rough brick. I’ll feel this for days, weeks, his sexual autograph imprinted on my skin. “I’m a bad ass in the sack.”
Oh lordie. He is. I pant. “How…are…you…against…the…wall?” I force the words and my grin, my pussy already tightening around his shaft.
“God.” Cole burrows his face in the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. “Not as good as you.” He ruts into me with everything he has, shaking my body, making my pussy lips hum.
I meet him halfway, giving as good as I get, digging my heels into his clenched ass cheeks, riding him like the stud he is. Our sex noises are concealed by the roar of unseen bikes.
We work together for our release. I angle my hips so he hits the right spots. He smacks his cotton-covered chest against my breasts, stimulating my super sensitive nipples.
I’ve been with a lot of men but none of them felt like this, right, perfect, destined. His musk and heat engulfs me, giving the illusion of safety, of caring.
He pistons in and out of me and I moan. Neither of us will last long, not with this first, perhaps only fuck. We both have healthy sex drives and we’ve been teasing each other all night, eyefucking the hell out of each other.
“Come for me, darling,” Cole coaxes, ramming into me like the humping machine he is. He’s forgotten my name but that’s okay. He feels so good. I have to forgive him. “Come.”
“After you.” I grit my teeth, my arms and legs trembling.
“Come,” he growls, thrusting harder, the gentleman in him insisting ladies come first.
I’m no lady. “After you,” I repeat, squeezing his shaft with inner muscles, a move that never fails to make men shoot their wad.
“Fuck,” Cole roars, no exception. Except my movie star doesn’t forget about me, not even when consumed by a mind-splitting orgasm. He drives forward and swivels his hips, grinding against my clit, breaking my hold on reality.
I scream, bucking against him, twisting and writhing, trapped between hard man and a brick wall. Cole pins my ass in place, securing me as my world spins, streams of light flowing around me, waves of bliss rising and falling.
Gradually my surroundings become still, my breathing levels and rational thought returns. “Holy shit.” I dip my head and rest my chin on his shoulder. “You’re good.”
“You’re better.” Cole lowers me until my heels touch the pavement and we gaze at each other, two great lays acknowledging the skills of the other.
“There’s only so much I can do against the wall.” I pull my corset higher, concealing my breasts. “Blow jobs are where I truly shine.”
I fix my panties and skirt, trying to act as casual as possible, while my heart is cracking in two. He’ll leave me now, move on to the next fangirl, and it shouldn’t make me sad because that’s what we do. We fuck with no commitments, never getting involved, never looking back.
“I’m great at oral also.” Cole takes care of the condom, pulls up his jeans. Regret chills me. I didn’t even get to see him without his shirt. “I bet you taste good.” His gaze slides to my face.
“I do taste good.” I tilt my chin upward.
“Ever been eaten out on a bike?” He holds out his hand.
I slide my palm against his, hope filling my chest. “Nope.” Does he want more? “But you don’t have a bike.”
Cole gives me one of his million dollar smiles. “I don’t have a bike in Chicago. I have one in LA.”
“I know a great place for breakfast in LA.” I beam at him.
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Bee Carter has been offered everything she has ever dreamed of—a caring, lasting relationship with a handsome, often charming billionaire; the permanent home she’s never had but has always craved; and wealth to buy the designer fashions she loves, support her hard-working mother, and ensure her acceptance by Chicago’s elite.
To obtain what she’s desired for so long, she has to do only two things: Walk away from her best friend, a woman who is destined to betray her … and end her passionate nightly encounters with a certain tattooed biker, a former Marine who can never give her what she needs.
Her answer should be clear, but the heart has a way of complicating even the most straightforward decisions.
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