My favorite sexy books of 2013. Explicit naughtiness below. In no particular order…
“Give me this, Lexie.” HIs voice was a coaxing rumble, the gentleness a thin mask over hard command. Each time he rocked into her was a little rougher as his patience unraveled. “Tell me my cock’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucked you with.”
“You know it is.” She barely recognized her own voice, low and strained. Every muscle trembled, as much with tension as with bliss, a heavy anticipation that tangled her in knots.
He rewarded her confession with a long thrust that drove a cry from her throat. “Next time, I’ll tie you open like this.” It sounded like a promise—to himself or her, she couldn’t tell. “I’ll fuck you slow.”
He bit at Ty’s lower lip. Bit hard.
Ty’s fingers dragged down his shoulder and he let Ty’s lip go. He thrust again, his cock growing painfully hard inside his jeans. He reached between their bodies to loosen his belt and pull the zipper, then pushed his jeans and boxers down.
Ty’s eyes were dark and unreadable. “I thought we were done.”
Zane smiled slowly. “As soon as you know what it feels like to be used. Then we’re fucking done.”
He grabbed at Ty’s shirt to rip it the rest of the way.
“But one more thing.” Derek leaned forward, resting his hands on either side of her on the counter, then dipped his head lower. Ginger’s mind reeled as he ran his toungue upward in one long lick of her neck. “The longer it takes me to get between your thighs, the rougher I’m going to be when I finally get there. Understand?”
(yes Derek – we ALL understand) Ok, one more bonus quote:
“Do you feel that, baby? That’s your man moving inside you.”
The erotic momentum inside her was not climbing quickly. Her body tensed and her breathing disintegrated into urgent pants.
Ander’s head jerked slightly, his eyes cutting to the right. But his voice was low and soothing as he murmured, “That’s right. Good. You’re getting tighter, but remember not to clench up too much. You’ll enjoy it more if you relax.
Lori didn’t want to relax. She wanted to snatch at the coiled pressure and force it to finally go. Her body started to shake as waves of heat and cold washed over her. Ander’s rhythmic thrusts and skillful press on her clit trapped her in erotic urgency.
“Goddamn it,” he snarled, his hands moving from my hair to under my arms and I lost purchase on his cock because Hop hauled me up his body and rolled both of us so I was on my back, he was on top of me and he kept snarkling but this time in my face even as he thrust inside, plunging deep, filling me, making me whole, “Come here.”
I was there, he was there an, incidentally, I was coming.
My eye closed and my head shot back, pressing into the pillows but only for an instant because his hand drove into my hair, fisting hard.
“Look at me,” he growled, thrusting deep, so deep I knew tomorrow I was going to ache. Ache in a good way. Ache like I’d ache every day for thirteen days. An ache I savored. An ache, when it started to fade, I craved having back.
“Look at me, goddamn it,” he bit out and, even still coming, getting my fix, feeling the drug that was him course through my veins, I opened my eyes and looked at him.
“Make me yours, Kaleb.”
The throaty request, falling from lips plump and wet, snapped the ring of black ice. Slipping his hand under her thigh after repositioning his own, he spread her further and, tearing away her panties with a negligible use of his Tk, pushed inside her. She was tight. He was slow, deliberate. Moaning, Sahara dug her nails into his nape, her breasts flushed, her nipples lush beads he wanted to roll against his tongue.
Since he couldn’t indulge in the latter, he covered one of her breasts with a telekinetic hand, stroking down to squeeze her nipple. She clenched around him, her wetness molten, It took Kaleb’s brain a micro-second to make the connected. Giving her neglected breast the same treatment, he rubbed at her clitoris with a phantom finger, while never faltering in the slow, steady rhythm of sexual intercourse that had his testicles drawn up tight against his body, the pain exquisite.
I bucked against him, desperate for more.
He pulled his head up from my breast and leaned up and over me, still holding my hands captive. I twisted, aching and raw.
“Fuck me, you’re a hot piece of ass,” he muttered. I closed my eyes, trying to catch him with my hips, whimpering for him to take me.
“Hold your hands over your head or you’ll pay,” he ordered, pinning me with his intense, green glare.
and a minute later…
“Knew it’d be like this,” he said. “I can’t wait to get inside, you’re tight as fuck so it might hurt the first time. But I’ll stretch you out a little and then holy fuck, it’s gonna be good. Time to come.”
With a quick jerk, he broke away from the mouth he could have spent the next hundred years working, and shoved himself down Blay’s chest. The muscles he came across were nothing like the human guys’ he’d fucked – this was a vampire, a fighter, a soldier who had trained heavily and worked his flesh into a condition that was not just useful, but downright deadly. And holy hell was that a turn-on – but more that that, though, this was Blay; it was finally, after all these years…
Qhuinn dragged his fangs down abdominals that were rock tight, and the scent of himself on Blay’s skin was a marking that he knew he’d done on purpose.
That dark spice was going other places, too.
He groaned when his hands found Blay’s cock, and as he circled the hard column, the guy arched up sharply, a curse cutting through the room, much in the same way the light had just moments before.
I still moan excitedly at the sight of his greedy gaze and his frantic, fumbling hands.
Then louder, for his gorgeous cock.
It’s just like the rest of him: too big and too solid and too everything. He could probably beat me to death with it, if he was so inclined – and, judging by the look of him, he might well be. He’s still breathing too hard and moving in that jerky, frantic, unfamiliar manner, but none of it scares me.
I’m too excited to be scared, and I know exactly why.
It’s because of the grip he gets on me, close to a kind of manhandling but without the brute force. He hauls me over onto my stomach, sure enough. And the move is firm and quick, riddled through with his new eagerness.
A minute later..
He’s preparing me for that thick, swollen-looking cock, so quickly I can barely catch my breath. So slowly I want to scream at him for it. Hurry hurry hurry, I want to tell him, even though I know we’re already going at the speed of light.
“Goddamn it.” HIs gaze was riveted on her breasts. “I’m going to have to fight fire with fire, aren’t I?”
“I wish you would,” she breathed, excited at the prospect.
His hand on her hip moved forward, between her legs, his gaze on her in the mirror.
She arched back, letting him know that he was heading in the right direction, and spread her legs a little wider on his lap.
“I’m a very busy man,” he said in a husky voice, the phone still on mute. “I can’t afford these distractions.”
“Of course not,” she said innocently.
His hand slipped into her panties, his fingers seeking out her wet heat. He groaned when his fingers touched her pussy. “You’re soaked already.”
And a minute later…
It was glorious. She’d never been fucked so hard.
Every time he pounded into her an involuntary groan of pleasure escaped her throat. She was so close and he hadn’t even touched her clit. “Oh, God, Hunter, keep fucking me.”
“So..damn..naughty,” he told her between rough thrusts. “You’re such a fucking tease, Gretchen.”
Happy New Years Eve!!! Have fun. Be safe. Blow some…party horns. *wink*