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About the author:
J.C. Boddington is an English rose with a naughty imagination and a wicked sense of humour. The only child of full-time caterers/amateur cabaret-dancing fathers, her adolescence was one unpredictable and hilarious adventure after another. Growing up in London, England, life was never dull for J.C., particularly when her culinary fathers allowed her to gatecrash some of their more extravagant gigs in the capital.
What inspired you to write your book?
At 17 years old, during an aristocrat’s raucous wedding reception, J.C. caught the chief bridesmaid and the groom’s father in flagrante in a storage room. Sworn to secrecy, the scandalous affair sparked J.C.’s curiosity. After witnessing the drunken debauchery of countless party guests over the years, J.C. decided to pursue her dreams of becoming a romance and erotic fiction author, with many of the escapades she witnessed inspiring her sexy stories.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Lucas was right, I realised. I was small and tight. It was why I’d had to opt for a small-sized vibrator at my favourite sex shop in Soho, while Mandy had purchased a larger one during our shopping excursion. She lent it to me on one occasion, after I’d voiced my curiosity, but it had felt uncomfortable and foreign to me, so I’d quickly returned it. Perhaps I should have tried harder to pleasure myself with it that night and made regular use of it, as this would have prepared me better for fucking her dad.
Lucas reached behind me and untied my bikini top. He shoved it into his pocket and resumed palming my breasts, tracing his fingers around my sensitive nipples.
He certainly knew his way around big boobs, especially since mine were extra sensitive. I mewled with delight when he squeezed my doughy tits in his large, firm hands. “Ughhh, that feels so good,” I moaned.
Lucas closed the distance between us and stared into my eyes. “Do you want me to fuck you, Val?” His voice was gravelly and deep. I could probably come from it alone. “Do you want me to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked?” He pinched my nipples, making me gasp, as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed me.
“Y-Y-Yes,” I whimpered, shaking. “Yes, that’s all I want, Lucas.” My desire was too great. I felt my knees grow weak and buckle beneath me.
Lucas caught me in his strong arms. “Good girl.” He lowered his head and kissed me long and hard.