First, the setting: Raine Fortunato tells herself that the mother of the bride should not drool over the younger hunky best man. Buff, blond vagabond Scott McCoy should not be the something new she yearns for. Right?
But Scott sees his opportunity. Enticing slinky, sexy Raine to get wet and wild with him needs to happen. ASAP. The night before the wedding. So when he offers her the key to his room and she risks unlocking her craziest fantasies about him, she discovers in his arms earth-shattering climaxes and soul-searing intimacy.
Time now for Raine to decide if something new can be something more.
Your nibble of my new cherry: Copyright 2011, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.
She tasted like silk and roses. She looked enchanting, her rich dark red hair thrown back, her eyes half closed with need.
Just the way I want you. Just the way I’m going to keep you.
His one hand cupped her breast. What was she? A 38? D? Yeah, baby. Big and firm and all mine. His cock jerked, impulsive big bastard, wanting to get inside her now.
His other hand cupped her mons. She was as hot as the desert as she thrust against him. One finger was skimming inside her cunt, gripped tight by her swollen walls but coated with the wealth of her cream. “I see how you came just in time.”
“If you keep doing that, I may come right now,” she whispered, her torso swaying in delight.
“Do as you like, baby. We’re here all night long. You brought this juicy pussy and these sweet hard nipples to the party. I’m going to reward you for the presents.”
Her hands left his shoulders and drifted to the waistband of his trousers. “I need to see what you brought to the party.”
He shifted to let his cock move. Christ, he was so stoked, he wondered if he’d shoot off the minute she touched him, but he couldn’t be stingy. “Be my guest.”Her fingers fumbled with the catch and he snorted, helping her roll down the zipper. “Love the black skivvies,” she whispered as she sank her hand inside and with the other pulled down the fabric. She whimpered at the sight.