About the author:
“Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with them.”
Here is a short sample from the book:
“I think I’m wet.” I bit my lip, not able to believe I actually said that, but my words caused a greedy look to flash over his brown eyes, now clear. He wanted me as bad as I wanted him.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” he said teasing me.
“Then why don’t you take a look yourself?” I asked.
He rubbed his hand across his mouth, and gave a small laugh, liking the way I egged him on. Then, without any hesitation, he began pulling at the bottoms of my swimsuit. I raised my ass slightly to help him ease the thin material off.
I was glad I had a wax a few days earlier, mostly in case of a Kyle-break-room fantasy, but this was better. This was real. I leaned back on my arms and jutted out my breasts, giving him permission to do whatever he like.
He pressed his hand between my thighs and moaned in desire as he felt the slick space where my pussy had responded to seeing his giant cock less than a foot from my face.
“You’re so wet,” he said, as he pulled my thighs a part with his hand. He slapped my skin with desire and I let out a yelp.
I wanted to give in, I really did. I wanted him to release me of my pent up desire, the pulsing that had started earlier back in the bathroom at the cabin that I didn’t have the skill to take care of on my own. I wanted him to take care of me, but we weren’t alone.
We were at a public resort, and anyone could walk in any moment.
“What if someone comes in?” I asked, not wanting to utter the words that could stop his fingers from grazing across my inner thighs, his mouth dangerously close to making contact with my skin.
“You can be the watch out, because you’re staying right where you are.”
He grabbed my ass and pulled me forward, so that my butt cheeks were just at the edge of the bench. I nodded my head in understanding, understanding that everything that was about to take place had to do with my pussy and him. I could keep a look out if the door moved even the slightest.
I hoped to god it didn’t.