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About the author:
Richard DuBois is the author of Last Resort, a taut thriller set on tropical island, and he is also the author of the Sector 5 series of spooky sci-fi books for middle grade readers. The Bordunes is his first venture into erotica.
What inspired you to write your book?
Anything to do with The Gilded Age fascinates me. The Astors, Vanderbilts, the robber barons and the pampered American heiresses seeking titled husbands from Europe—the epoch offers a rich vein for an author to explore. Injecting a healthy dose of steamy sex into the traditional historical saga gives an extra page-turning excitement to the book.
Here is a short sample from the book:
With an audible pop, Lorelei removed Beauregard’s swollen cock from her mouth, and waited in delicious anticipation as his tongue licked the outer folds of her wetness a mere inch from her clit. Beauregard knew how she loved it when he prolonged her release, tongue dancing everywhere except her hot, little button. He planted burning kisses on her flat tummy, and then on the smooth skin of her inner thighs.
Gripping his cock at the base, she lay naked upon him—face down, with his head in the opposite direction, his face buried between her thighs. She cried out, “I can’t bear it! I beg you. Do it now!”
She heard him chuckle and could easily imagine his lazy smile. A second later, his mouth was all over her clit, kissing it, taking it between his lips, lovingly caressing it with his tongue. He moaned as though she tasted of the most succulent fruit, her nectar the sweetest honey. The sound of his lusty moans coupled with his hot tongue flicking and pushing upon her rocketed her to an instant orgasm. She reveled in the intense sensation, wishing it to last forever. When it faded, she regarded his cock with a blissful smile. A bead of sticky semen glistened at the tip. Long-limbed and so lean that without his clothes he was practically skeletal, Beauregard possessed an endowment of legendary proportions. Looking at it, she nearly laughed, for it seemed as though it nearly outweighed him.
Lorelei ran her lips up and down the length of his shaft while he continued to lavish attention on her clit. They both knew her second orgasm was only moments away. She stroked him with two hands and still had enough of his length exposed to bathe it with her eager mouth. Her jaw stretched to accommodate his girth. She licked the underside of his thick head, touching the trigger that she knew would bring him to ecstasy, but Beauregard had a different conclusion to this intimate encounter in mind.