Dishy Seth Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters.
Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide.
Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take her to one of Seth’s parties.
Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy advances.
Seth engages in erotic fantasies about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him.
Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth?
June 16 erotic romance release from Evernight Publishing
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Seth’s cock hadn’t shrunk much from having been so hard when he’d kissed Rosanna and he was painfully aware of this. His desire still pulsed in his balls. He clicked the glass of vodka down onto the low table by the couch and unzipped his pants. On nights when he attended his own club parties, he went commando, so now he accessed his slowly dwindling erection and stroked it back into a hard column. He ran his fingertips up and down, deliberately teasing himself. He lifted his ass and pulled his suit pants down so that he could access his balls and inner thighs. Seth took a drink of vodka. The glass cooled his fingers, and it was heaven when he traced a path around his sac and up his cock.
He thought about Rosanna. I’d like her to be here now bent over me, her mouth on my cock. She’d be naked and I’d wind her hair around my hand so that she couldn’t escape me. I’d drag her over my knee, and then with her breasts crushed against my cock, I’d slap her ass for teasing and then finger her cunt with my hand between her legs from the back so that her cream would run down my palm. My thumb would play at the ring of her tight little ass. She’d ask to be fucked … beg for it, but I’d stop finger fucking her just as she was about to come. Mmm, yes, I’d turn her over and lick her juices from my fingers … make her lick them too … suck on my finger, and she’d bite because she’s so sexy, so sexy. I’d kiss along her stomach to her shaved slit and tongue her clit until she grabbed my head and whimpered to come, but I still wouldn’t let her.
He grasped his leaking cock in his fist and pumped. He wouldn’t last long picturing Rosanna, her lips, her darkened green eyes. His balls lifted and he stopped pumping. His breath came in gasps and his stomach clenched.
Oh yes, my lovely little Rosanna. I’d tie her spread-eagled to my desk, and every hour I’d finger her, make her wet, slip a vibrator inside her on low so that she moaned with pleasure, but then I’d leave her … take the vibrator away, lap at her cunt, bite down each thigh, kiss her lips … sweetness. She’d be so in need when I untied her in the dark of night, she’d melt into my arms. I’d kiss her as my fingers slipped in her wet pussy. I’d bite her bottom lip that begs to be sucked into my mouth.
He sheathed his cock in his fist again, and this time he didn’t stop pumping.
I’d put her on the floor facedown. She’d stick her ass in the air to be fucked. Her cunt would glisten wet between her legs. I’d drag her up by the hips and ram my cock into her over and over…
Seth’s cum spurted in hot streaks over his hand, up his stomach, and he groaned, breathless and bucking his hips, the pleasure so great it bordered on pain and brought a frown to his forehead. He threw his head back and let the aftershocks of pleasure throb in his cock.
Fucking hell … I will get her … I’ll bring her here and fuck her so hard she’ll crave it every day, come to my office, lie at my feet, her legs open, no panties, and she’ll finger herself until I kneel and lick her off, suck her clit, tongue her to orgasm. I need her. I have to get her. How?
Seth closed his eyes as he laid his head on the back of the couch. When his breathing had returned to normal and his heart had stopped hammering, he stood and pulled up his pants. He picked up the glass of vodka. It had lost most of its iciness, but he drank it down, grabbed the bottle by the neck, and went to the back room. He put the bottle back in the fridge and then placed the glass in the slim line dishwasher installed between the cupboard and the small sink unit. Seth ran a hand over his forehead into his hair. It stood on end for a moment, then flopped over. He stared out the window into the darkness. I’ll drop by her business premises tomorrow.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Evernight Publishing
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