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About the author:
Sable Rose is a writer of erotic contemporary and paranormal romances starring dreamy, swoon-worthy heroes and sexy independent women, and filled with plenty of panty-drenching moments.
Apart from writing, she loves reading great books and listening to great songs.
She dreams of one day finding time to learn both pole-dancing and belly-dancing.
That might never happen.
Sable lives in Lagos, Nigeria with her family.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Xavier, Master Angel of Seduction, Works His Magic on Tamara
“You haven’t been with a big man? Tamara…” Xavier’s hot breath fanned her ear. “I’m very big and thick. Over ten inches long and seven inches wide.”
At his words, her juice gushed out and drenched her panties.
Tamara licked her dry bottom lip. Ten inches long? Seven inches wide—what? How did that look? She didn’t even know that they made penises in that size.
“I need to know if you can take me in… all of me…”
Now her breasts were straining against her bra, aching to be released from their confines. She licked her lip again and said, “I don’t know.”
“Would you like to try?” Xavier pushed her hand down on his thigh.
His laughter was deep, throaty. “No, not here. So you haven’t been penetrated by a big penis. I’m not surprised. There’s something virginal about you.”
“I haven’t seen a big penis before,” she confessed, eyeing his mouth. “And anyway, size isn’t supposed to matter.”
“In some cases, believe me, I think it does. There have been a few men with long penises. Like the Russian monk, Rasputin who had a size eleven penis.”
She shook her head. How did they end up here talking about sex and penis sizes?
“Would you try to take all of me in? After all, the vagina can take a full-term baby. I want you to try, Tamara.”
Xavier continued, “And how did your former lovers take you?”
“We tried different positions—”
“I’m not talking about sexual positions, Tamara…”
Beneath her palm, she felt his muscles bunch.
“Do you like it sweet, gentle and always slow? Or do you like it first, slow and then, fast? Or do you prefer, hard, rough and primal?”
Her harsh breathing resonated with his. She spotted a muscle flexing in his jaw.
“I like the third option, Tamara. Which do you like?”
“The second…” she gasped.