Release Blitz and Giveaway–> Masquerade by Georgia Le Carre
due to mature themes and sexual content)
to know about her own sexuality, but that was before one night of animalistic
passion with the ultra gorgeous and mysterious Jaron Rose. Tall, blond,
charming and wealthy, he was the epitome of an Alpha male.
In the morning he promised
he would call. He didn’t.
Six months later, just as
Billie had finally managed to free herself from the memories of that night, he
arrives on the scene again. Suddenly, all the feelings that burned so intensely
are reignited and she finds herself becoming quickly entangled with her
enigmatic lover. The passion is incredible, unforgettable, unbelievable, but
Jaron Rose is not all that he seems—he wears more than one disguise…and he is
hiding a big secret.
Billie is about to find out
what that is…
Excerpt:
tell you what you’re going to be doing tomorrow. At sharp three thirty p.m. you
will bend over this table, your elbows and hands and cheek pressed against the
glass, your ass in the air barely covered by lace and some transparent material
that rips easily. Baby doll nighties and thongs are my favorite at the moment.
What you are doing is waiting for me to come and fuck you like the little bitch
you are.’
open.
the thong will become soaked very quickly and you will consider using your
sweating hands to masturbate to relieve the ache, but you will not. Instead you will keep that position, nipples and cunt
tingling, and wait. The high heels you’ll be wearing—I like black— will make
your calves cramp, but you will ignore it.’
clenches like a boxers fists, but I pretend to snort.
‘At four I will turn up. You will not turn around to look at me or speak to me.
No matter how wide your legs are I will have to correct the position by kicking
apart your legs and flipping the last bit of covering over your back, so your
ass is totally exposed to me. I will roughly rub your panties, find the jellied
part, and dig my fingers into it. You will immediately raise your hips higher
to try to catch more of my flesh, and moan the way you would if you were
begging for it.
to be quiet. That you are not to make a sound until I allow it. I will flick
your clit through the material and your body will start bucking and squirming.
At that moment I will swat you on the fleshiest part of your buttocks just
once, but hard. My fingers might strike your clit. It will make your head spin
and you are bound to cry out from the surprise. But if you do I will spank you
again. Just to hear you cry out and see the blush spread. And again, until you
are panting and dripping onto my hand. Excitement, shame, joy, desire.
back off, make myself a cup of tea and drink it while I stare at your reddened
ass, ripe for the picking. Once I have had my tea I will undress. Slowly. You
will strain to hear buttons, material scraping my skin, shoes sliding away,
socks pulling, zip tearing. I will grasp the reddened, burning skin in my palms
and feel its weight in my bare hands.’
show it but his dick is slowly growing inside me and I am starting to want him
to fuck me all over again.
pull the warm red cheeks apart and holding them apart with one hand I will
slide my finger into you, first one, then two and eventually three—the way you
like it, the way I did the first night we met. You will moan, and shiver and
maybe even grunt like an animal. Your head will start to lift off the table—you
are about to come. That is the moment I’ll stop and will ask you to touch
yourself. You will take your hand off the table and press it between your legs,
turning your head to look at me while starting to masturbate.
my cock in your pussy?” I will ask. “Yes,” you will whisper. I will ask you
again. “Yes, yes,” you will plead.
when I will ram so hard into you, you will shudder and scream and arch and
quiver and come in a screaming rush.’
Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded
by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.
in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the
woods. Especially on moonlit nights. And
often with the man of her dreams.
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