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274 pages, ebook
First published October 12, 2014
You okay?"
"I'm not sure. I think I just had an out-of-body experience."
"That's funny, 'cause I just had an in-your-body experience."
At that point, I'm going to tongue-whip your clit until you don't care if the whole fucking town hears you begging. Then, if you ask nicely, I will guide my very eager cock into you-" he rocked his hips again for emphasis, coaxing another moan out of her-"and give us both the relief we're after. Are you ready, Miss Bluelick?""
The looks he sent her warned there would be no respectful wooing- only a short, ruthless chase, her inevitable surrender, and then...please God...complete and utter domination.
I can't help it. I'm dying. You have no idea."
"I do. I know exactly what you're going through, and I have the cure right here. You think you're ready for my cock? Ask nicely, and I'll give you everything you need. I'll fill you so completely you won't remember what it's like to feel restless and empty.
There's a fire inside me, and I can't put it out on my own.
"You ready to make your move, Chief, or are you just going to stare all night?"
"I'm not going to be gentle, because we both know you don't want gentle. I'm going to torment you until you're stiff and aching -- until even the whisper of my breath on your skin makes you moan."
You've hit a new low when the chance to eye-fuck Melody Merritt in Boone's Market is what passes for excitement in your life ...
“I’m not going to be gentle, because we both know you don’t want gentle. I’m going to torment you until you’re stiff and aching—until even the whisper of my breath on your skin makes you moan.”
The starched white blouse and flow-y yellow skirt she wore said, "Mind your manners." Manners he didn't possess.
“You wore the pink, so you’re asking for it. You know I’m going to fuck you. But I’m also going to warn you, I’m not some polite country boy. If you put me in your mouth, I’m going to fuck your mouth. We clear on that?”
“Hell no. It’d been three long months since his good-bye party in Cincinnati, which meant three long months since anyone had hefted his main hose except him.”
“You’re not on vacation, Bluelick. No sitting still while I do all the work. I’m going to give you my tongue again. This time I expect you to use it. We’re going right to the edge, but not over. Understand?”
“Keep smiling at me like that, though, and I’m liable to commit at least three sins with your mouth alone. You’ll have to make a special trip to church once I’m done with you.”
"You know it did. You wearing pink around me amounts to waving a red flag in front of a bull. I see it, and I automatically think of every soft pink part of you. Every peak and crevice. I think about touching, tasting...sinking into those soft pink parts until you shudder and scream. When you wear that color around me, you're saying, 'I want you to fuck me.' Understand?"
I really feel like it's hard to go wrong with a Samanthe Beck book. It's well known that I'm a complete fool when it comes to the McCade brothers. I think that Ms. Beck's writing style just really works for me, I love the way she combines passion, humor and flat out entertaining storytelling.
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“Are you thinking you’ll surprise me, Melody? You won’t. I don’t surprise easily. Keep smiling at me like that, though, and I’m liable to commit at least three sins with your mouth alone. You’ll have to make a special trip to church once I’m done with you.”
“You wearing pink around me amounts to waving a red flag in front of a bull. I see it, and I automatically think about every soft pink part of you. Every peak and crevice. I think about touching, tasting...sinking into those soft pink parts until you shudder and scream. When you wear that color around me, you’re saying, ‘I want you to fuck me.’ Understand?”
“You’ll sit there in your dress and pearls, smiling your Miss Bluelick smile while I stare at you and think up new ways to move you to tears. Most likely someone you know will stop by to say hello–a friend, a neighbor, an old Sunday school teacher. You’ll have to make small talk, and try very hard not to blush and squirm, even though you know I’m imagining your dress on the floor and your panties around your ankles, because the only thing I’m hungry for is between your legs.”