Sex Scene Saturday: Maybelline and Winston

This week's Sex Scene Saturday offering comes from the first book that starts the Corporate series, Corporate Seduction, available in ebook and in print from Phaze Books. Enjoy May and Winston as they get it on. Mmmmm!

Win set her on her feet, then took a second to gaze at her after he flipped on the light.

In desperation, she clawed at his shirt, ripping off buttons and sending them flying across the room. He pulled her skirt down then yanked her top over her head.

May didn’t care where her clothes landed. She wanted to feel him on top of her, inside her, possessing her senses, her pleasure. Having his cock in her mouth didn’t feel strange. She wanted it there. She wanted to please him. To feel his hardness against her tongue and listen to him moan made her wet.

It was then she realized the true exchange of power. Even when she’d dominated him at The Oh Club, she pleased him. And when he dominated her at work, he made her happy.

She would have felt guilty about the blowjob, but Winston had already admitted before she knew who he was and before he realized who she was at The Oh Club that he no longer had a girlfriend. So, he and Courtney had broken up. Big shock.

Once she was naked, Winston stopped and stared at her sitting on his bed.

“What?” May wanted to keep the action going. Whatever had stopped Win, he needed to get over it.

But, he said nothing. He just looked at her body as though it was the first time he’d seen it. Maybe he was amazed at seeing her naked in his house, on his bed.

Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a string of wrapped condoms. Instead of opening one of the packages and sliding one on, he handed it to her.

“Put one on me.”

Obediently, she unwrapped the thin membrane and sheathed him, sliding it all the way down over his impressive hardness. She prepared to lie back on the bed when he took her hand and brought her to her feet. Taking her to his dresser with a large mirror behind it, he placed her hands on it and brought her legs back and apart so that she was bending over.

In a teasing fashion, he slid the head up and down over her wet nether lips. She pushed herself back to get him inside of her but he held onto her waist, keeping her in her position.

Rubbing it against her clit, she moaned. He brought the tip up to her opening and, with the easiness of a skilled surgeon, he slid himself inside to only halfway.

“Win, please.” Her legs trembled.

“Yes, Maybelline. Tell me what you want. Say it.”

She could tell he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Fuck me, Win. I need to feel you inside of me.”

As soon as she said the words, he pushed himself inside of her to the hilt. Her body writhed against his. She squeezed her eyelids shut as she suppressed the urge to have an immediate orgasm from the entry.

Holding onto her hips, he made long, slow thrusts. This man knew how to pleasure her, how to own her body. Her fingernails clawed the surface of his dresser.

“Look at us, Maybelline. Open your eyes.”

With great reluctance, she did so. His tanned body and her light, chestnut-colored skin complemented each other beautifully.

She watched his expression over her shoulder. He tried staring back at her in the reflection, but occasionally he would close his eyes and bite his lower lip.

A thin layer of sweat covered his face and body. His large hands possessed her hips, squeezing them hard to let her know he would not be letting her go any time soon.

Bending over, he kissed her shoulder then the back of her neck. The feeling of his warm, firm lips against her skin caused her skin to tingle and her heart to pound. She forgot that this man was her boss. Winston Biggers was a man. Right now she was his woman.

His hand slid around to her waist then traveled down between her legs where he expertly found her clitoris. The tip of his finger rubbed it until her body undulated, pushing back against him, then moved forward onto his hand. His other hand glided along her midsection to her breast where he cupped it, massaged it in his hand, and let her nipple twirl around his thumb and forefinger.

With his arms around her body and his full length inside of her, she felt captured. It was a bondage she wasn’t looking to escape. She didn’t just need sex; she needed Winston.

May turned her head and kissed his upper arm that was closest to her face. Saltiness laced his damp flesh as he continued to rock against her, moving in and out of her with increasing speed.

“Maybelline! Christ, you’re so tight! So wet. Don’t come.” His arms squeezed her tighter as though he were trying to suppress his own need for sexual explosion.

“Please, Win.” She grabbed his hand that was between her legs and pushed it against her even more. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

In a surprising move, Winston pulled out of her, turned her around, sat her on the dresser, then wrapped her legs around him just as he entered her again.

May screamed and had to hold onto his shoulders. Staring into his now dark blue eyes, she understood his need for them to face one another before the climax.

She tightened her legs around him. His hands grabbed her ass as he pounded into her. When she felt his body shaking along with hers, she knew he was just as close to coming as she was.

“Now, May! Now!” he exclaimed.

With her head leaned back and her fingernails embedded into his skin, May let out a scream that echoed off his walls.

Winston, on the other hand, growled. His hand fisted her hair as he made a final, deep plunge inside of her. They held that position, clutching each other for what seemed like eternity.

When he finally pulled back, Winston moved his mouth over to hers like he wanted to kiss her. The session would have ended perfectly with the kiss.

May turned her head.

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Sex Scene Saturday: Edna and Burton

This week's sexy, sexy sex scene for Sex Scene Saturday comes from my contemporary interracial BDSM erotic romance, Corporate Desires, available in ebook and print through Phaze Books. The hot couple this time is former Domme Edna, aka Madame Z, and her new office manager, Burton McCutcheon. Who said working in an office is boring?

Burton got in Edna’s face. “Tell me what you want, Edna. You want me to take control? Is that it?”

As though she lost her ability to speak, Edna responded with a nod. Her compliance turned Burton’s dick to steel.

“Fine.” He reached under her skirt and hooked his thumbs into the sides of her pantyhose. In one tug, he pulled down her pantyhose and panties. “Take off your shoes.” He pointed to the gauzy black and lace material around her ankles.

For this task, Edna didn’t hesitate. She kicked off her heels and removed the undergarments. Obediently, she waited for the next task.

For the next step, Burton peered down at his pants.

As though he said the command out loud, Edna undid his pants. She lowered his boxers. As soon as she did, Burton took her hand and wrapped it around his shaft.

“Are you wet?” He hoped to God her eagerness matched his.

Again, she nodded. For now, that response would do. Later he would have to come up with a set of rules for her.

“Good.” Burton grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so that she faced his desk. She planted her hands on top of it. Then he moved her legs apart.

“All I need for you to do is listen out for the front door.” Burton pulled up her skirt to her waist. He licked his lips while staring at her rounded ass.

She tried turning her head. “Better said than done. If I’m thinking about who’s coming in the door, I won’t be able to—”

Burton fisted her hair. From her gasp, she must not have expected it. From the way she pushed her ass back into him, she must have wanted more.

In her ear, he growled, “I’m going to fuck you like I should have fucked you last night.”

He held the base of his cock, and in one hard thrust was inside of her. Her pussy welcomed him in a pool of juices. Thank God she wanted this!

Edna showed how much she liked this new side of him by releasing a long, loud cry. Christ, she came already. If Burton didn’t control himself, he would shoot his load just from thinking about it.

“Yeah, that’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Burton’s rhythm stayed consistent, delving in deeper with each plunge.

Edna answered again with a nod, as much as she could with Burton’s tight grip in her hair.

“Say it! I want to hear you say it!”

“Yes, Burton! You feel so good!” She curved her foot around his leg. “Make me come again.”

Burton pumped harder. The muscles in his arms tensed. His sac tightened. Every cell in his body wanted a sweet release inside of her.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Don’t fucking come.”

It would be torture for him also, but now that he had Edna at his mercy, he wouldn’t let her go.

Edna clawed the top of his desk. He felt her trembling. In that moment, he wanted every bit of her, body and soul.

“I need to—need to—”

“Don’t come.” Burton knew deep down the restriction would excite her. Certainly it energized him to watch her squirming, fighting against the need.

“Fuck! Fuck!” She tilted her head and thrust her hips back.

“Not yet, baby.” Burton peered over her head.

In front of the building through the glass doors, he watched Lipsky walking toward the door. A knot formed in Burton’s stomach.

He should have stopped, but no way would he deny Edna her climax.

Come on. As usual, go back to your car because you forgot something.

Lipsky touched the door handle.

Edna reached back and held Burton’s head. The sound, the scent, the touch, Burton could have ripped off all of his clothes right there and continued fucking Edna on top of his desk.

Sweat dripped down Burton’s temple. He watched Lipsky open the first set of doors, then stop before hitting the second set. His boss snapped his fingers and turned around.

Thank God. Burton released a long, haggard breath.

“Tell me what you want. I want to hear it.”

The thick walls of her pussy tightened around him. Burton knew she couldn’t hold out for much longer.

“I—I—I want to come! Please! Let me before Lipsky gets here!”

If she only knew.

“Now, Edna! Now!”

From just his command, Edna screamed as she came. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Burton!”

Listening to her reach orgasm, it took Burton no time in coming deep inside of her. He held himself in her tight pussy, savoring the feeling.

“I wish I could taste you.” Burton slid out of her.

Edna turned to him. A look of wonder filled her eyes. “What’s changed about you?”

Burton pulled up his pants. “I could ask the same thing about you but the boss is here.”

Edna whipped her head around. She must have seen Lipsky at the door. “Shit!” She pulled down her skirt.

“Give me your pantyhose and panties.” Burton held out his hand.

Without question, Edna handed him the garments.

He tucked them in his desk drawer. “Go clean up. I’ll hold him off.”

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Sex Scene Saturday: Princess and Erik

For this week's Sex Scene Saturday is a steamy scene with hot dominants Princess and Erik, or as they're known in the BDSM world Mistress Agony and Master Pain, from my contemporary interracial BDSM erotic romance novel Corporate Needs available in ebook and print through Phaze Books.

Wearing the drawstring white pants he’d just played in, he padded down the long hallway to Princess’s room. Between steps, intermittent images of Princess flashed in his mind. Princess in her leather skirt. Princess in her sundress. Slipping a corset on her and tightening it around her body, her breasts, cinching in her tiny waist.

By the time he got to her door, sweat rolled down his back. He pounded her door with his fist.

Princess swung it open with as much fervor. “Are you crazy? Why are you pounding on my door like that?”

The door next to hers opened. Dipshit stood with his hands up like a begging dog and a leash hanging from his mouth.

“Not now.” She pointed to her pet.

Dipshit sulked back into his room.

Princess stepped backwards into her room. Erik took that as an invitation.

“That was a rotten thing to do to your client.” Erik strained to keep his gaze from dropping down to check out her body hidden underneath a billowy but short yellow dress. “He needed you.”

“Verbal humiliation is his thing.” Princess adopted the same stance as Erik, arms crossed and angry. “I know you didn’t march all the way over here to lecture me on how I treat my sub, right? Besides, I’m the one who needs to be mad at you.”

Erik felt every wrinkle on his forehead crease even harder. “Mad at me for what? Ever since you’ve met me, you’ve intruded on my life. First you heckle me at my first demonstration.”

“You stole my BDSM name.” She pointed her finger at him.

“Do you really think that you are the only one in the BDSM community with the name Mistress Pain?”

“I spelled it in a cute way, P-A-Y-N-E.”

“It all sounds the same.” Damn, she was cute when she said that. Erik continued, “Then you interrupted my exercising session this morning. And the last straw was when you barged in during my scene. What in the world could I have done that would make you mad at me, especially with everything you’ve done to me so far?”

“Because of all of the crap you said at breakfast, I hardly had an appetite during lunch.”

“You mean during your date?”

“It wasn’t a date.” She flipped her braids off her shoulder. “Why do you seem to care what I do with another employee here? Shouldn’t you be worried about your own business?”

Erik smiled. “When I become your supervisor, this will be one of my concerns.”

She glowered and shook her head. “Eat shit. You storm in this place like you own it and everything in here, and now you want to tell me what to do. Is that why you came down here? You wanted to keep gloating?”

He put his hands on his waist. “No. I wanted to tell you that your little intrusion earlier before my session made me break my concentration. In the twenty years I’ve been a Dom, I’ve never broken my concentration during a play session.”

“And you’re blaming me for that?” Princess chuckled and took a couple of steps toward him, closing in on the gap between them. “And just what were you thinking about, Master Pain?”

Erik’s heartbeat accelerated. Staring at her mouth, the curve of her breast under her dress, the smoothness of her dark skin, he felt so out of control. He watched her body, scanning it for clues, signs, any sort of indication that a reaction from him would be welcomed.

So far Princess had mirrored his actions…until now. After making her inquiry, her gaze dropped. The motion lasted less than a millisecond, but long enough for someone who studied the human body, both as a job and as a lifestyle, to catch the change in attitude. She wrung her hands together as though anticipating something, a command from him maybe.

Light streaming from her window projected through her thin dress to show off her dark areolas. As though he willed it, her nipples hardened. He caught her breath quickening. He watched her pink tongue sliding over her plump bottom lip.

In one smooth motion, Erik framed her face and pressed his lips against hers. As he suspected, they were soft, supple, seductive. She moaned, at least he hoped that noise that groaned through her throat constituted as a moan and not a grunt or any other noise made out of disgust.

His thumbs caressed her cheeks. Her skin matched the feeling of smooth velvet. The texture forced him to imagine what her pussy would feel like with his cock inside of her, sliding in and out. What would she taste like? Would she submit to him?

Submit? Christ, what was he doing? Erik jerked back at the same time that the realization hit him that he was kissing a co-worker, another Dominant.

“Shit!” Erik stared at Princess.

With her eyes wide and her mouth agape, Princess looked as stunned as Erik felt. “Fuck!”

He raked his fingers through his hair, but never broke eye contact with her. “Shit.” How the hell would he explain the kiss to Win? He would have to tell him. If he didn’t, Princess would.

Princess covered her mouth as she left her gaze directed to the floor. “Fuck.”

When she peered up to stare at him—not with shock, but with wonder, like she pondered over possibilities, like Erik had been doing since he’d entered the room—his cock began to engorge.

“Shit.” Why was he so panicked? He and Princess were adults. They hadn’t broken any laws or rules. They shared a moment of mutual attraction satisfied by the kiss.

Princess ran her hands over her stomach and down her legs, gripping the hem of her dress once her hands reached it. “Fuck.”

Now what she said didn’t sound like a pissed off explicative. If Erik wasn’t mistaken, she made it sound like a request.

“Shit.” He’d be a fool to turn away from her…if she, indeed, did want him.

Being a Dominant, she gripped the ties on his pants and pulled them to undo them. “Fuck.”

“Shit.” The hell with it. Erik pushed Princess against the wall next to the door.

As she pushed his pants down, he hoisted her dress up to her waist, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. At her height, he had to scoop her under her ass and elevate her high enough to plunge inside of her.

With one hand holding her, and one leg wrapped around his hips, Erik dipped his fingers in between her pussy lips and found her completely wet as well as clean-shaven.

Princess reached down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. “Fuck.” Her eyes widened as though she hadn’t expected him to be hard, or maybe it was the size.

Erik didn’t care about what she must have thought. Her touch alone almost made him come. “Shit.” No time to wait or waste.

Erik helped Princess guide the head of his cock to her awaiting hole. In one thrust he pushed inside of her tightness.

“Fuck!” She gripped his shoulders, tightened her legs around him, and curved her hips to allow him a deeper access.

“Shit!” Erik thrust in and out of her. He had imagined she would be tight. What he experienced blew him away.

Most women he’d had sex with felt as though their bodies were made for him. Not Princess. Nothing about her seemed tailor-made for him. Not her height, not her style, not her manner. But, damn if this didn’t feel good. It felt so right.

As he pumped in and out of her, he wrapped her braids around his hand and pulled her head back, making her look up at him, yield to him, realize that if she wanted this, she would belong to him.

In turn, Princess fisted his hair. Each time he tugged her hair, she yanked his until their tug-of-war almost became comical.

Erik dipped his head down far enough to lick her long neck. When he got up to her chin, she pulled his hair up so that she could direct him to her lips. Hungrily, he devoured her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip and invading her mouth with his tongue.

She accepted everything he did, not one whimper, not one cry, not one complaint. Not that he had expected her to do so.

Erik gripped the skinny strap of her dress and pulled it down, exposing her breast. He wanted to suckle it, nibble on her pert nipple, make her cry out for more. Instead he massaged it in his hand. He rolled her hardened nipple around his thumb until she emitted a moan. Then he placed her sensitive pebble between his thumb and index finger and squeezed it.

The pressure caused her to scream, “Fuck!”

Her inner vaginal walls constricted around his cock.

“Shit!” Erik felt her need. He knew she would have to come soon, and damn if he didn’t want to as well.

He stared into her eyes. In that moment—both of them panting, in such great need and desire, ready to explode—they shared an unspoken conversation about what would happen after all of this.

From the light he saw now fading from her eyes, he knew she saw no future between them. If he gauged her reaction correctly, Erik should have been relieved. He’d weakened, and, better yet, he got Princess to crumble. He could use that to his advantage, especially for that dungeon master position.

He gave her nipple another hard squeeze, this time sustaining it until, with legs thrashing and her fingernails raking his bare back, she came hard. Her legs twitched as Erik had his own release deep inside of her. He held himself still, holding his breath until his legs quaked and his lungs burned. Every muscle tensed as though working in concert for this one act, this one orgasm.

After a beat, Erik released a long breath and kissed the side of Princess’s face.

When he brought his head up, he stared at her and she stared back at him. At the same time she said, “Fuck” when he said, “Shit.”

A soft rapping sounded at Princess’s door. “Go away, Dipshit.”

“Um, this is Winston.”

Erik pulled out of Princess and helped her regain her footing on the floor. The sound of Winston’s voice sobered Erik to the reality of what just happened.

Winston said through the door, “I need to see you in my office. Now.”

Princess glanced at Erik. “Okay. I’ll be there in a bit.”

Erik listened for Winston’s heavy footfalls to know when he walked away.

A few seconds later, Erik heard, “And Erik, you come along with her, okay?”

Shit.

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Sex Scene Saturday: Master Z and Flutter

From "Carried Away" a contemporary interracial BDSM erotic romance novella on sale from Whispers Publishing.


Xander walked toward her. He couldn’t resist the pull, the overwhelming attraction. “So you don’t want to dance?”


As she kept her stare directly on his eyes, she shook her head again, slower and more deliberate. She released the shoes she held, letting them fall to the floor with a crash.


“Tell me what you want.”


When her back hit the wall behind her, Summer wasted no time in snaking her hand the back of his head. She pulled his head down and kissed him hard enough to not mistake her intention.


Xander felt her lips parting. Before her tongue could slide out, he pulled back from her but still kept the proximity.


“Tell me.” He growled the request again. “What do you want, Summer?” He’d almost slipped and called her by her scene name. He licked her upper lip as her mouth moved like she wanted to speak but couldn’t. “Tell me what you want.”


Breathlessly, she said, “Kiss me. Touch me.” She placed his hands on her hips. “Fuck me.”


Summer stating her needs so brazenly made his cock hard enough to drive nails through oak. Xander slipped his hands over her smooth-as-silk thighs up to her panties. He hooked his fingers into the sides of them and pulled them down her legs.


Before he could touch her intimately, Summer pulled at his shirt and attempted to get it over his head. He helped her, pulling off the garment and tossing it to the floor. Then he grabbed her hands into both of his and held them over her head against the wall with one hand.
Xander stared into her eyes to gauge her reaction. When she seemed more excited than scared, he continued, crushing his lips against hers.
He slid his tongue into her mouth, teasing the tip of hers with his. With his free hand, he cupped her breast through her dress.


“Xander.” Between kisses, she whispered his name.


From her lips, it sounded heavenly.


He let her go long enough to take off her dress. Underneath she had on flesh-colored lace bra. Her areolas showed off nicely through the fabric. When he gazed down, he found her completely shaven—just like he wanted.


“Beautiful.” Xander reached behind her to undo her bra.


Summer wriggled out of the garment and tossed it on top of her discarded dress. He bent over and captured one delectable orb into his mouth. He thought her lips tasted sweet. Her flesh made him want to devour her even more. Xander brushed his teeth over her nipple.


Summer gasped and raked her nails over his bare back.


He slipped his fingers over her nether lips, slick with her juices. Her pungent aroma matched the sweet ocean smell. Summer moved her hips back and forth in concert with his manipulations.


Xander slipped one finger inside her tight hole, eliciting an audible gasp. As he moved his mouth over to her other tit, he slipped a second finger into her tight pussy. Her thick inner walls gripped his digits, a preview for what his cock would experience.


Summer’s knees buckled. Before she could hit the floor, Xander pulled his fingers from her dampness and swept her up in his arms.


“No.” Summer shook her head. “More. Please.”


Xander kissed her forehead. “Trust me. You’ll get more.”



"Carried Away" blurb:


What happens when you can’t face your perfect man?


Summer Carter faces that dilemma as her two best friends, Kathryn Maynard and Leya Greenwood, convince her to honor their pact and take her adventure. She flees to a tropical Hawaiian paradise when she can’t face her online Dom, Xander. The reality of the relationship and what she really wants in a man is too much for her to face.


Xander Houston never saw himself as a Dom who would need to look for a submissive on a personals site. But when he encounters a witty and intriguing profile for a submissive named End of Summer, he strikes up a fast friendship with her. Months later, she still refuses to meet him face to face, and he tells her he’s going to take a break.


Coincidentally, both end up in Hawaii on separate vacations. When Xander finds her and figures out who she is, he cooks up a plan to sweep her off her feet, not as a Dom, but just as Xander.


When Summer discovers the truth, will she run away from her secret Dom or will she allowed herself to get carried away?


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