Hey, book bae!
Here’s a sample Sunday trio from Strumming My Pain, Femi, and Last Chance to Love plus a quick look inside Kisses for My Side Mistress — July and August’s exclusive paperback!
Strumming My Pain
Swallowing hard, Elise confessed, “I’m not usually shy and reserved, especially sexually.”
“So what’s got you so tight now?”
Pressing her lips together, she spread her gloss around them more… teasing him. Making him wish they were connected to his lips.
“I know you’re tired of hearing it, because I’m tired of saying it.” She smiled softly, and Izeah couldn’t pull himself to disagree with her. “But I don’t want to let those feelings stand in the way of us tonight.” Elise reached out her hand, and Izeah placed it inside of his. “Will you be okay with us being intimate physically and not going all the way? I should have asked that first before I made that request.”
“You never have to ask that of me, Sunshine. I will always be at your disposal.”
Relief washed over her face before she led him into her room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Izeah watched as she lit candles and incense. Sandalwood wafted through the room, but it was mixed with something else. He asked, and she told him it was patchouli—both used for relaxation and to calm a person’s nerves. Elise opened the curtains and cut off the lights. She turned the TV on, choosing an R&B music station.
Standing in front of him, she requested, “Undress me.”
Biting back a moan, Izeah wrapped his hands around the back of her legs and pulled her closer. She secured herself by placing her hands on his shoulders, keeping her eyes locked with his. With precision, Izeah removed her shoes and clothing until all that remained was the nude bra and panty set she had on. With his hands on her hips, Izeah brushed his nose across her stomach as he inhaled her scent.
Typically, he didn’t care for fruity smells on women because it seemed immature, but as he inhaled the mango scent of her body, he couldn’t help but envision her laying on the beach with fruit juice dripping down her chin as her nectar coated his. The more he smelled her, the more he wanted to taste her, and that was the only reason he stood to undress.
A small smile lifted the corners of his mouth when Elise didn’t step back. This was the version of her he was waiting to see. Her hands immediately began to slide down his hairy chest. Down his six-pack. Briefly, they slipped inside the space between his hips and boxers, but she pulled them out and climbed into bed.
Izeah crawled in behind her, releasing a contented sigh as his arm wrapped around her. She covered it with hers, scooting even further into his embrace.
“I needed this… so bad.” She couldn’t have known how sensuous her voice sounded. Or maybe she did. Maybe she knew it would make his already-hard dick throb against her. Elise moaned quietly, brushing her ass against it. “That for me?”
“Whenever you want it to be.”
“It feels big. Can I touch it?”
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Pulling me into him, Amaru kept his arms wrapped around me as his lips kissed up my neck and ear. As soon as his tongue slipped inside, I bit down on my lip and giggled.
“Amaru,” I whispered, voice laced with lust.
“That still turn you on?”
“Like crazy.”
He groaned quietly within his throat. As his fingers began to sweep across my waist, my heart began to palpitate. Hard – and fast.
Shit.
My nerves were about to get the best of me.
Tugging my lip between my teeth, I squeezed my eyes together tightly and inhaled a deep breath. His hands traveled up my stomach. Squeezed my breasts. I took his jeans into the palms of my hands and gripped them tightly for support.
“Get in your bed.”
Doing as I was told, I climbed into the center of my bed. Amaru waited until I was laying comfortably to slowly undress. I watched intently as each piece of his clothing began to fall. By the time he was standing before me in only his gray boxers, I was swallowing hard and closing my legs just to open them and close them all over again.
The bulge in his boxers reminded me of just how thick and long his dick was. Not that I could forget it. Or its curve. And if time and experience made him an even better lover, there was no way in hell this weekend would end and I not be sprung. Amaru casually retrieved a condom from his wallet – as if he wasn’t nervous about this at all. Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe it was just me overreacting. I didn’t have a need to, though.
I dominated everything in my life, so I could dominate sex with an ex too.
Closing my eyes, I tried to inhale a deep breath, but it came out short and choppy instead. I covered my face when I felt his body dent the bed. With his weight hovering over me, Amaru chuckled quietly. It made me smile before I felt myself want to cry. This shit was probably a hilarious joke to him while I, on the other hand, was going fucking crazy on the inside!
“Carter,” he called, and that only made it worse. Because he had always been the only person to call me by my last name. No baby or boo or sweetheart… just Carter. The way he said it always made it sound like the sweetest, most endearing pet name in the world.
“Hmm?”
“Are you okay?”
“Uh – yes. Are you okay?”
He lowered my left hand and wrapped it around his hardened shaft. Dammit. I’d missed him taking his boxers off.
“Does it feel like I’m okay?”
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Happy with his dismissal, Asylum made his way to the dining room table and made himself comfortable. Since she was doing something special for him, he wanted to do something special for her as well. After placing an order for every flavor of popcorn on the Funky Chunky site and having it shipped to her address, he opened a private browser and looked up videos on pussy eating on Pornhub. Up until now, he’d never been ashamed of the fact that he only had sex doggy style or in the dark to avoid the intimacy of looking in a woman’s eyes. And as much as he received head, he’d never had a reason to give it.
No woman ever made him want to.
And he could make them come repeatedly with his fingers and thick, ten-inch dick.
But… there was something about Femi. Something that had him craving the feeling of her lips against his, wanting to slowly stroke her while he stared into her eyes, and desiring to learn how to eat her pussy until she begged him to stop.
Asylum didn’t realize how long he’d been watching the videos until she stood behind him, asking, “You taking notes?” Jumping up from his seat, Asylum quickly slammed his phone down on the table. Femi held her stomach and she doubled over in laughter. “The hell you so shaky for?”
“Yo’ daddy ain’t teach you not to sneak up on a nigga like that?”
She was still laughing so hard, tears were forming in her eyes. As startled and irritated as he was, the sight of her having such a good laugh at his expense calmed him down.
“He did, but that didn’t include walking up on my man watching porn.”
When she realized what she said, her laughter immediately died down. The tension was thick between them as they stared at each other in silence. Femi was the first to move. She walked along the side of him and placed the cornbread on the table. As she tried to walk away, Asylum gently grabbed her arm and pulled her into his chest.
“What you runnin’ for?” he asked with a low voice, though he already knew the answer.
“I didn’t mean that.”
“Mean what?”
Femi stared into his eyes, gauging his seriousness. “You’re really going to make me repeat it?” He nodded. “That you were my man. I didn’t mean that.”
“So I’m not?”
Her head shook. “No. We said we weren’t doing that. Right?” He nodded. “So, no.”
“But what if I wanna be?”
“Do you?”
He did, but he couldn’t pull himself to say it. Instead, he changed the subject. “I wasn’t watching the shit just for the sake of watching it. I was trying to see what to do.”
Femi’s smile returned. “When do I get to see, well, feel, what you’ve learned?”
Licking his lips, Asylum wrapped his free arm around her as well. “As far as I’m concerned, you can feed me that pussy right after dinner.”
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Synopsis —
Dominique is a glorified side chick, and she has no problem with it, until her long term boyfriend, Bando, stops spending as much time with her as he used to. But what one man won't do, another certainly will.
Jealousy brings out the worst in Bando, and he'll do anything he can to make Dominique's Fourth of July one for the books, if he can figure out how to get away from his wife, Kimber, who is just as clueless to his infidelity as she is to his lack of love.
Dominique faces a hard choice when real love presents itself in someone who's better equipped to give it to her. Lawrence, a DM gone right, has Dominique's best interest at heart, even if she doesn't for herself.
This Fourth of July, prepare yourself for the impossible, in Kisses For My Side Mistress...
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