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…………………………………… A change in reality.
What inspired you to write your book?
As you can see the hypocrisy is not to be found in a self avowed Christian, who has been asked by God to write stories of redemptive romance that range into the erotic, but rather why there aren’t more Christian authors writing in-depthly about what God created. To those who my words intrigue I say, “Keep reading”. You may find your own dose of eternal reality.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Deeper than Before
The unfamiliar sounds of a jungle coming alive at night had Anna rearing upright on the bed in sudden startlemeant. Gasping she glanced down to her bare breasts and with a reflexive motion started to raise the blanket to cover them.
“Don’t.” Came a soft command from beside her on the bed.
Her hands stopped and with a fuzzy awakening of consciousness she turned her head in the gathering darkness of the room to view the confident male that lay beside her on the bed. Anna then felt her face blush hot as she remembered everything that had occurred earlier.
She’d never orgasmed like that in her life before. Nei-ther had she ever felt so intimately and thoroughly pos-sessed by a man before.
He’d mounted her just as she’d imagined he might, when she’d sat in his brother’s study. The life she’d once lived seemed so far left behind now.
He’d taken her roughly and she’d liked it. Her reac-tions to him almost scared her, if it wasn’t for the fact that she wanted to make this her home even as he un-doubtedly was her man.
His voice sounding husky he asked within the gloom of the room, “What are you thinking?”
What was she thinking? She wasn’t really sure.
Was this really going to be her life from now on? Was this leader of a people really her husband?
How had it all happened? Hours had passed by and yet even now she felt her womb awash with this strong man’s seed.
Without a doubt she knew this man would succeed in making her pregnant. Not only had her God given her security unlike any other as to belong to such a man, who she knew would die before he let another man touch her, but He was also granting her coveted wish of having children of her own.
Feeling the need to say something in reply to him she said, “Thank you.”
“What?” She asked in soft reply.
“My name is Mahlon.” Came his deep reply.
Smiling shyly she said, “Thank you Mahlon.”
She didn’t know how to express the enormity of every-thing in regards to the way that her life had seemingly changed for the better overnight. That said she tried, “I’m very grateful to be yours. I…… thank you for keep-ing me even though I’m not the ideal of what you want-ed.”
“You’re far more than I expected let alone much less deserve.” Came his steady reply from the shadows.
His words with an air of humbleness tinged with sin-cerity unlocked a part of her heart. He thought she was more than he deserved?
She didn’t want to tell him otherwise, but he was very wrong. Truly this all was a fairytale somehow.
A fairytale that she wanted to continue to be a part of. Turning in the bed she leaned down over his face and for a moment paused before shyly asking, “May I…….”
“May you what?” He responded with husky voiced.
She couldn’t see his eyes in the darkness of the room, but his mouth’s outline was clear enough to her and not wasting another moment she ducked her head down and kissed him. It was a long passionate kiss. A kiss that had both of their mouths opening upon each other as their tongues entwined in a timeless dance of lovers.
Breathing heavy from the kiss she pulled back only to ask passionately, “Make love to you?”
His answering chuckle sounded tight as he then said, “I’m sure not going to stop you!”
Her hand coasted over the muscled plain of his chest and she felt firsthand the restraint this man was putting forth in order to remain still. Another facet of this man’s character became real to her in that moment.
As tough and domineeringly passionate as he was he was also sweet. He’d let her sleep and now he was letting her play.
She didn’t intend to disappoint him. He was her man now and she wanted him to be pleased with her even as she was pleased to be where she was at in life.
Her hand drifted down past his stomach, until it wrapped caressingly about the thick filled length of his burgeoning manhood. He was huge and yet she’d taken all of him in the most forceful manner that she’d ever ex-perienced.
It had felt like he’d been coming out of her throat at times and yet the solid feel of his rod surging into her depths had unleashed her in a way like never before. As impressively sized as he was she intended to appreciate him to the full even as she knew she’d be taken to the full each and every time.
Shifting slightly lower down in the bed she bent over in the darkness and accepted the salty head of her hus-band’s cock into her mouth. She’d never done this for her first husband, but she’d do it every day for this man if he asked it of her.
Pursing her lips around the thick shaft she sucked. The sound of a groan issuing forth from his lips caused a quiver of answering desire to sweep down throughout her body to resonate sharply like an echo in the apex of her thighs.
With one hand she gripped the base of the shaft that she couldn’t hope to fit entirely into her mouth as with her other hand she reached down to gently cup her hus-band’s large balls and squeeze softly. She couldn’t help but be a bit overwhelmed by what a stud he was!
An ache blossomed to life within her core to once again experience the feeling of being stretched out to the max and then some. She pulled her mouth up off of him in a sucking release and looked upward towards his face in the gloom.
Did she dare? Her voice sounding husky to her own ears she asked, “Mahlon?”
“Yes?” Came his passioned tightlipped response.
“I want to ride you.”
No sooner had she spoken then she felt his hands reach for her in the darkness and finding her he then pulled her astride of him. Giggling softly at his huff of impatience she paused before rising up on her knees slightly and scooting the last little bit forward.
This position she had done before, but as her hand gripped around Mahlon’s shaft she acknowledged that this time would be vastly different than anytime before. Fitting the head of his shaft to her entrance she lowered herself and with a moan that was part of pleasure and in part discomfort she accepted the head of his cock into her.
She was still sore from the roughness of his posses-sion of her from earlier. That was something she was just going to have to get used to though. He was big and she might always be sore after having been with him.
Breathing heavy she stayed poised up on her knees in full realization that she only had half his shaft within her. Half his shaft yet remained to be taken and not only that, but it was the thickest part of him.
With a moan of despair she surrendered to the inevi-table and forcefully impaled herself to the hilt upon his shaft. There was pain in the action of doing so, but oh the pleasure of his thick length throbbing within the depths of her very core.
As if helpless to resist she felt herself orgasm on the spot. Crying out she fell forward onto her hands to either side of his face as he began to surge upward powerfully with his hips as he stroked forcefully into the very heart of her orgasm.
She felt herself fall apart into bright shining pieces as he relentlessly drove his shaft up into her in a steady pace even as her body responded by grinding down up-on him. There were no words to express the screams of delight coming from off her lips as one orgasm became another and then another.
Each one more intense than the last. It had never been like this before!
The pleasure was endless and it was so intense as to become increasingly painful. Gripping a hold of his face in the darkness she screamed, “Take me!” Even as her sheath convulsed again all along the length of him.
His hands seized a hold of her and she felt herself rolled to her back even as he remained buried to the core of her being or at least that was what she had thought. He pulled back to sit on his heels between her legs and almost slide free of her body.
She heard herself moan anxiously to feel him again within her. She didn’t feel like she was in her right mind anymore at all. Her body had been taken over by pas-sion.
Dimly she registered him grasp her ankles and then there was the sensation of her calves being pressed against his shoulders. What was he doing? She needed him!
It all changed in a heartbeat then. He bent down over her and suddenly her feet were to either side of her head and as if in slow motion she felt the full thick length of her husband surge deeper into her than he had ever been before.
She screamed and then exploded apart at the seams as she felt his seed spray the inside of her womb with hotness. Thinking even rational thought became impossi-ble then as she felt herself drift into unconsciousness on wave after wave of pleasure.
It had never been like this before.
I let her legs slide from off my shoulders and coast down my sides to once more lay on the bed, but I re-mained buried within her. Staring into her face in the darkness I said, “You are amazing!”
I knew she hadn’t heard me, but I had to say it just the same. Reluctantly I pulled free of her and covered us again.
Pulling her to me I hugged her fiercely for a long mo-ment. Utterly spent of desire and emotion I let myself fall asleep again with her securely clutched in my arms.