Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

It's that happy slappy time again and this week something really special! Grand Slam my first co-authored book with the very talented and completely adorable Lucy Felthouse has just hit the virtual shelves worldwide. Grand Slam is the first in the Raw Talent series which has sexy sporting heroes and heroines who are talented both in and out of the bedroom!

Suddenly he was behind me, on his knees, holding my hips and touching his lips to the small of my back.
“Oh God, it’s perfect,” he said, the breeze of his breath fanning over my buttocks, “hardly faded at all.”
I pressed my hands over his, relishing his tight, possessive hold on me.
“Marie, your skin was made for this, the perfect blushing red.”
“Yes,” I said, closing my eyes and giving up to sensation. He was spreading kisses and licks over my poor abused backside, bringing it to life again, soothing yet sore as his soft, wet tongue and his abrading chin moved around, exploring, admiring his handiwork.
“You’re doing so well,” he said, tugging my g-string down. “Lift.” 
I stepped out of the scrap of material.
“I’m going to bring you back to where we were at the club and then…” He paused, slid his finger down the crack of my buttocks and sought my entrance.
I widened my stance. Swayed within his grip as he pushed a couple of fingers into my needy pussy.
“And then, God, then I’m going to do everything I’ve been fucking dreaming about doing to you.”

California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed Travis Connolly resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.

I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons, even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I bury deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing is certain, being not just master of the court but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.

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