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About the author:
Tilly writes erotica for people over the age of 18 only.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love the way that words on paper can have a physical effect on people. I have always been a huge fan of the written word!
Here is a short sample from the book:
The hunger in the room is infectious and the tension so deliciously acute, that I feel myself becoming seduced by the thrill of it. Goose-bumps rise on my flesh, but this time it is not the cold, nor my nerves that has summoned them.
Robert holds me in his gaze, and unzips his trousers. Shuffling he pulls them down around his knees, his cock now freed, springs out into the air. My eyes dart between his face and his shaft, I swallow, but this time my mouth is wet.
“Now, Miss Bowen, suck on this,” he bids, a definite challenge darkens his eyes and a cruel smile bends his mouth.
I answer “Yes Sir,” and sink to my knees in front of his big leather chair. He has the biggest and hardest cock I have ever seen, and I can’t wait to hold it. When I take his cock in my hands and stroke it, I feel him quiver to my touch.
As I close my lips around him I feel him twitch and his buttocks tense. Every muscle in his body clenches. I suck a little at the head, teasing it with my expert tongue, before I push my face into him, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth. He reaches forward and grabs my breasts in his hand, and then his fingers find my nipple and squeeze them hard. I moan with pleasure, as he pinches and tweaks my buds. His actions urge me on, as my own sexual excitement grows. I suck hard on his cock; his shaft is huge and hits the back of my throat before I’m half way down. I slowly pull away, holding him between my lips, stretching him with my mouth.
“What’s she like?” I hear Dave ask from behind me.
“Oh she’s good, she’s very good.” Robert gasps.
Urged on by their words I bend forward and plunge his cock into my mouth again; it’s warm and wet from my saliva. I gently run my tongue along the groove making him twitch with pleasure. With my right hand I stroke his balls and squeezed them gently and ever so slowly.
“Oh, yes,” he moans. “I like that.”
I feel him grow even more at the mercy of my velvet tongue. I continue to tease his head and punctuate it with deep-throated thrusts. I’m excited by the thought that Dave is watching, that he wants this too. My actions are making Dave hard in his pants and now his cock is desperate for my attention also. I’m getting lost in the act, in the whole scenario, and I know that I could not stop now, even if I wanted to.
I run my tongue around head of Robert’s swollen shaft; I can feel how close he is to climax; his skin tingles under my tongue as the blood fizzes through his veins. Then suddenly he grabs the hair on the back of my head and pulls my head away
“Stand up,” he orders.
I do, but my eyes keep snapping back to his now glistening cock.
“Now hitch up that skirt,” he croons.
I take the hem of my skirt in my hands and pull it up around my waist, revealing black panties and suspenders. I feel my clit twitch my eyes track his to my crotch. He bites his lip.
“Step forward,” he commands.
I move towards him, he reaches behind me and unbuttons my skirt.
“Let go,” he bids, sitting back to watch me.
I open my hands and the fabric brushes against my thighs as my skirt falls from my body.
Leaning forward he grabs my buttocks and pulls me closer to him. He clips his thumbs under the straps of my panties and tugs them down my legs. When they reach my knees I lift my right leg and step out of them. The knickers glide down my left leg and rest around my ankle.
“Very nice,” he breathes, “very nice indeed.” His cock flinches as he speaks and I feel my pussy throb in response. He sits back and spins his chair around to the right by 90 degrees. “Now, come over here, get down on your knees and finish what you started,” he orders.