As always a big welcome to Sunday Snog!!
This week I'm going to share a kiss from my latest Ellora's Cave release, Dangerous to Know.
This book is in the Exotika line, which means there's nothing romantic about it, it's all about the dirty deed! And dirty it is, in fact it's absolutely bloody filthy, including the snog!
For too many years I’ve hidden a sinful, erotic craving in the darkest corner of my soul. Within this deeply buried sliver, shameful fantasies rule and images—seedy, degrading, filthy images—burn through the dark of night and hold my dreams hostage.
Luckily, the center of my whore obsession is keen to play my slutty game. I know nothing about him, other than his taste, touch and smell, but that’s how I want it, because of one thing I’m certain—this man is dangerous to know. But despite the risks, in the very heart of New York, in open view, I’ll tempt him with my wares, show him my skills and prove I’m up for the job.
As his cock softened, he stared at my seriously messed up chest.
I flattened my palm and rubbed the sticky cum over my breasts, swirling it around each hard nipple, into the hickies and over that word. The letters smudged slightly, and the ink leaked over my skin the way I was sure my mascara and lipstick had.
He watched my movements as if mesmerized.
My pussy was thrumming. I could take no more. God only knew how long it would be ’til he got it up again. I slid my other hand over my belly, slipped fingers through my naked, velvety-soft vulva, and sought out my clit.
“No,” he said, dropping over me and snatching my wrist away.
He shimmied down my body, shoving at my thighs and burying his head in my pussy. I opened my mouth to call out but no sound emerged. The pressure and sensation were instant as he lapped wetly, flicking his tongue around and over my clit.
“Oh yes,” I groaned as the first wave of orgasm approached. I’d been hovering for so long—hours, days, weeks, forever for this. It gripped me, flew me up on a plane of bliss, and at that precise moment of ecstasy he shoved two, maybe three fingers into my squelching pussy, filling me wonderfully.
My entire spine bowed off the sofa as wild spasms consumed me. I clenched his fingers as I delighted in becoming a panting, gasping wreck for several exquisite seconds.
As my breaths came back under control, he lifted up over me. We were face to face. But he didn’t move his fingers, he kept them lodged high inside me, allowing me to gently spasm around them as I came down from my high.
I placed my hands on his cheeks, and the next thing I knew he was kissing me, filling me up with my own musky flavor along with tobacco and his earthy, meaty tang. His tongue was wide and pliant as it swept over my teeth and into my mouth. His lips were soft and expert as they caressed mine and his breaths were gentle on my cheek.
I arched into him and our chests met, mine cooling now and the semen crusting and tugging at my skin. He deepened the kiss, letting out a small moan, and I whimpered as his rough chin abraded mine.
What was I doing?
“No,” I said, shoving at his shoulders. “No, whores don’t kiss. Get off me.”