Erotic Romance Excerpts

and the door clicked shut behind me leaving us together in the pitch black. I struggled against him on instinct, as the unreasonable panic of being trapped in the dark with an unseen man took hold of me.

Of course I knew it was Jason, but that didn’t help to ease my panic in the least.

“Stop fighting me Ginny, you’re going to hurt yourself,” he whispered in a raspy voice as his arms came around my body in a tight bear hug, effectively containing me.

I was aware of how closely our bodies were pressed together in the unyielding pitch black of the closet. My breathing sounded loud to my own ears, and Jason smelled really good, my mind noted absently.

My soft contours molded to the hard planes of his body scattering my senses. In our short-lived struggle, one of Jason’s thighs had wedged itself between my legs and I was extremely embarrassed by the powerful urge I felt to grind myself down upon it.

This was bad.

Before I could give in to that urge, in what would have been the most epically embarrassing moment of my entire life, Jason released me and pushed my body away from his.

“Did you bring the phone?” he asked as the flickering light came on, bathing us in its dim, fluorescent glow.

I held it out to him in answer, noticing with more embarrassment that my hands were shaky.
He grabbed it from me and sent it through the industrial shredder with a sickening crunch of plastic.

“The first rule of blackmail,” he offered by way of explanation, “is never to leave any evidence.”
To hear the word said was like an ice cold slap in the face. Blackmail. I was being blackmailed. I had done something to be blackmailed for.

“What do you want from me Jason?” My voice wavered as I spoke.

“You know, Ginny,” Jason began, lifting his hand up to tap his index finger annoyingly against my forehead. “For someone so smart, you’re acting awfully dumb and forgetful,” he stated in a disappointed tone. “This is the third time I’ve had to tell you.”

“You want me to beg,” I whispered.

“Very good Ginny,” he agreed. “Now you’re getting it.”

“Please,” I asked in a beseeching tone, but he cut me off.

“No Ginny. On your knees,” Jason commanded me in a hard tone that flowed from my ears down through my body like an electric current of desire. My nipples peaked, tenting the thin fabric of my top with my arousal, and panties became damp as I slid down to my knees, on the floor before Jason.

This brought my face level with the sizable bulge in his pants.

“I don’t want you to beg with your words, Ginny,” he told me looking down on me as I looked up.

“Every time you speak something awful comes out of your mouth. It’s time that you used it to apologize,” he said, reaching for his zipper and sliding it down.

I’ve never heard a more deafening noise.

“I’m n-n-not going to s-suck your cock,” I whispered, looking down in shame, as the humiliation of my situation overwhelmed me and I struggled to come to grips.

“Look at me,” Jason demanded, but he had made no move yet to release himself from his pants.

Timidly, I raised my eyes to him.

“I watched your computer screen as you navigated to page after page of porn,” he told me. “I saw the searches you entered: punishment, breeding, creampie, rough, forced,” he trailed off nearly choking on his words as his trousers twitched before me. He groaned once and then continued.

“I watched you write page after page of erotic stories, reading along as you wrote down every naughty, twisted fantasy and desire. I had to lock myself into the supply closet and jerk myself off just to get rid of this!” He emphasized his words with a rough stroke over his tented pants.

“Your activities have been driving me fucking crazy and you’re going to pay now.” He told me with finality.

“Take my cock out of my pants and put it in your mouth,” he instructed.

Hi words turned my cunt into a throbbing ball of need. Saliva pooled in my mouth and I swallowed noisily then licked my lips in anticipation that I could not hide. He groaned above me as he watched this and rocked his hips gently towards my face.

My base instincts and the overwhelming attraction I felt towards Jason took over and I leaned my face in and nuzzled his trapped shaft, while gripping his thighs.

His hand slid into my long, loose, black hair, tightly fisting it as he pressed himself into me with hunger, rubbing his cock against my cheek.

“Genevieve,” he warned. “Give me your mouth. Now.”

My hands slid to his button and undid it then one hand traveled down, fishing for the hole in his boxers and sliding through it, to touch the hot, velvety texture of his shaft. There was a damp spot on his underwear, where his sticky arousal had spilled out and soaked into the fabric - all because he couldn’t wait to feel my hot mouth wrapped around his hard dick.

I grinned, despite the situation, and pried him gently from the confines of his pants. He was so heavy and swollen, and big. He was both long and thick, and despite the heavy weight of his large tool, he stood proudly erect and eager. Jason’s cock was every bit as beautiful as the rest of him. I grazed my thumb over the wet tip of him in reverie.

“Open that luscious mouth of yours Ginny,” he rasped above me, while pressing his hips towards my face and attempting to guide my head with his hand in my hair.

We were in the supply closet of work. I was being blackmailed to suck off my nemesis in return for what I hoped would be his silence, and I loved every filthy fucking second of it. I felt so energized and alive as he forced me to take his thick meat between my soft lips.

“God you’re such a filthy slut,” he groaned as my mouth slowly enveloped his hard shaft. “I’ve wanted to shove my dick in your naughty little face ever since the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he admitted with a thrust of his hips, while he pulled my hair and forced me further down on his cock.

“And every time you opened up that rude mouth of yours, it made me want to punish you. You have no idea how many times I thought of you just like this,” he gritted out as he began thrusting harder and faster, making me cough and choke as his cock forced its way toward my throat. “On your knees before me,” he grunted out, “while I fucked your face like a used up whore.”

My cunt ached for him. His filthy words set my body on fire. I wanted him to use me like a whore. The wet, sucking sounds of my mouth being roughly fucked filled the enclosed space. I could feel tears trailing down my cheeks and thick strings of drool wetting my shirt, and I wanted more. I moaned in arousal and he buried his cock in my throat, pushing against the back of my skull until my face was pressed into his belly.

I could not breathe. I began to panic and struggle, but he held on to me long enough to let me know that I would do whatever he wanted, and that I had absolutely no control.

He carefully eased me off and I gasped in great lungfuls of air as he looked down on me from above with the primal, lust filled gaze of a beast during mating heat. He suddenly fisted my hair in a tight knot and used it to pull me to my feet.

His mouth crashed down over mine in a possessive kiss that saw his lips mashed up against mine and his tongue straining for my tonsils. It was filthy and raw and nasty and I loved it.
His hand found the front of my blouse and he gripped the neck and pulled down on it with force, sending buttons skittering into the corners and ripping the fabric...


trying to keep me from hitting anything vital.


Foster had a grip on my legs. He slid between my thighs to avoid my kicking feet. Max had my arms now gripped and held in place behind my body. 


On the television screen a couple was full on going at it in passionate abandon. Their moans and sex sounds permeated the living room. 


I realized that the grip Max had on my arms was thrusting my breasts out for Foster’s hungry gaze. My clothing had become displaced in the scuffle, and my cleavage was borderline indecent.


I felt Max’s hard cock pressing against the small of my back. His lips came down on my neck in an open mouthed kiss. Foster’s stare remained locked on my breasts. 


Still in his strong grasp, I felt his thumbs slowly, tracing circles on my thighs. I shivered with lust, trapped between two sexy men, restrained by their powerful, yet gentle hands. 


The hot fucking going on in the corner of the room, where the DVD played, made for a moment that was pregnant with sexual tension. 


We were on the precipice of something. I wanted this something to happen. I hadn’t been this turned on in… ever.


Max’s hands slipped over my arms, releasing them so he could cup my breasts. He squeezed them together, nearly forcing them to spill out over the low neck of my shirt displaying them to even better advantage for Foster.


Foster groaned and slid his hands down to the backs of my thighs, gripping and pulling my lower body into him, pulling my center up to meet his straining erection...

dresses as a ghost, hiding a strap-on underneath her costume, then surprises her lover, pegging him in a graveyard at a Halloween party.” He paused to take a deep breath then.


“But that was absolutely nothing,” he continued, looking up now and catching my eyes, “compared to how I felt watching you dance for me tonight. The way you were looking at me, I felt like I was the only one in the room. I felt compelled to talk to you. I apologize if that seems too bold or creepy, but I couldn’t leave tonight without telling you,” he said, spearing me with his expectant, hopeful and utterly naked gaze.


The raw lust and need radiating from his vivid hazel stare, and the husky strain in his voice as he gathered his courage to say those amazing words to me, was quickly overpowering all of my defenses. I had never been spoken to like this before, with such unfiltered honesty and intensity. I had no way to counter it, to combat it. I didn’t know how.


I stared back mutely as my heart rate sped up even further, thinking I might hyperventilate. I was practically panting from the crazy swirling of emotions he caused within me. My blood was rushing through my ears now like a tidal wave, blocking out all sound, narrowing the edges of my dimming vision to the sight of Ryan’s face, as it came closer and closer to mine. Then I felt his hand gently sliding along my jaw and his fingers curling around my nape, pulling me inexorably towards him.


Our lips met. I have no words to describe the amazingness of that moment, as his being washed over mine, overwhelming and destroying my defenses with his intoxicating kiss. His tongue slid inside of my mouth. My pussy clenched down hard at the eroticism of his movements, our tongues tangling and mating fiercely as our base urges overtook all of our senses. We became crazy with the need to give in to what was burning so fiercely between us.


His hands traveled over my body, down my sides to my hips, which he grasped tightly, so he could pull me up to straddle his lap, never breaking our kiss for a second. He ground his hard cock into my soft center, which was completely open to him, while my legs were spread wide to encompass his thighs. 


He rubbed himself against me, groaning in need, as his rock hard, jeans-clad erection slid up and down the groove of my wet, thinly covered sex. The friction was setting my clit on fire and I moaned into our kiss as he continued to drive me crazy, slipping his hands down to cup my ass and growling. The urge to have him bury himself inside me was unbearable and I let out a whimper of pure need.


He broke the kiss with a pained groan, “I want to bury myself so deep inside of you that you’ll never get me out,” he growled, and then his face fell. “I don’t have a condom, Joss,”


I swear, my heart almost flipped over inside my chest and burst as he called me that, but my face fell as I realized what he’d said—that he wouldn’t be fucking me. My need was beyond reason right now.


“Let me bury my face between your legs instead, and I’ll ease your need,” he pleaded, “I need to taste you. I need to get my fingers inside you and feel how wet you are for me. I can smell your arousal,” he broke into his persuasive speech as if the scent of me was driving his need beyond reason. “I want to feel the walls of your pussy clench around my fingers, clutching them, and imagine that it’s my cock fucking you to a delicious, screaming orgasm.”


Well, when you put it that way, how could I possibly refuse?


I nodded my head, utterly unable to speak. He lifted me up, standing with the ease of someone who was picking up a toddler, then turned and deposited me on my back on the couch. He slid his hand under the waistband of my yoga pants. I dimly heard the scrape of the coffee table, as he kicked it urgently out of the way, and wine glasses crashing and spilling. He yanked the elastic waist of both my yoga pants and my embarrassingly plain cotton bikinis down in haste, exposing my bare sex to his view.


His pupils dilated with lust, going nearly black, as he paused to gaze at my slick, nude flesh with its waxed-bare lips, parted and leaking wetly for him. He yanked my pants off quickly, then knelt between my legs, spreading them as he did so. He slid his hands under my shirt, pushing my bra out of the way so he could grasp my breasts and slide his thumbs over my nipples.


“You are so unbelievably beautiful,” he pronounced with an inarguable certainty that made me feel like a heavenly goddess. “Hook your legs over my shoulders, Joss,” he commanded, a wicked grin overtaking his features. “It’s time to make you scream.”


I bit my lip at his words. I’m in for it now, I thought giddily, as I did exactly what he told me to do. The backs of my knees rested on his strong, solid shoulders as my feet slid over the smooth contours of his back.


The first flick of his tongue on my clit made me gasp in startled wonder as even more moisture flooded my pussy. He slid his tongue from the flesh just above my anus, right over my wet hole, and up the slick groove of my sex, in one long, slow lick. He stabbed the tip of his tongue into my clit in a move that made me shriek, and grip the edges of the love seat. He grinned into my cunt then placed an open-mouthed kiss on it, making me moan and pant. The urge to start begging him to stick his fingers inside me was nearly overwhelming.


He must have known, because I immediately felt two of them find my slippery, wet hole and drive in without any hesitation, sinking fully inside of me, down to the last knuckles. Then he crooked them, massaging my g-spot. 


I nearly screamed and orgasmed right there, but he lifted his face from my clit and ordered me, in a low gravelly voice, “Don’t you dare cum yet, Joss. Don’t even think about it.” The command in his voice as he controlled my body had a weird effect over me. It was making me think of nothing but my excruciating need to cum. Yet I knew I had to hold the urge off, at all costs, because of my even more overwhelming need to please him.


I moaned, nearly in pain, and gasped with the force of holding back. He continued to massage my g-spot, as I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering. I watched as some of the pinched expression eased from his face and he groaned then sighed in relief. 


The pressure inside his pants must have been intense if it was anything like the need I was feeling. I could hear his hand sliding over his cock as he began to jerk it. I wished I could see, but my eyes shut as his mouth attacked my sex again. All thought fled, except how incredible the feel of his lips and tongue and fingers were on, and inside my body.


My hips started to grind into his face and I was panting and moaning. If he didn’t let me cum soon, I was going to die. He began to groan into my cunt as he finger fucked me, the vibrations were too intense. I didn’t know how I was going to hold off any longer.


“Cum for me,” demanded Ryan, as he lifted his mouth off of me for a second, “cum for me now, Joss,” he demanded.


I screamed at his words, as my entire body convulsed, and the walls of my sex clamped down on his fingers as he sucked hard on my clit. I nearly passed out from the overstimulation when his mouth finally opened, releasing me so he could let out a desperate groan as he came in his own hand.


As his orgasm faded, his head came down and he rested the side of his face on my quivering belly while we both struggled to catch our breaths. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and I had a moment of utter panic, wondering if whoever was out there would try the handle, or not?


“Everything all right in there Jocelyn?” It was Mimi’s voice. “I thought I heard some commotion…?”


Frantically scrambling up, we both hunted around for my discarded clothes. Ryan doing it one handed since he hadn’t yet found anywhere to wipe his cum off, as my breathless voice belted out awkwardly, “Fine Mimi, we just, uh, spilled some wine. We’re cleaning up. Be out in a sec...”


Where the fuck were my clothes?


Something suspiciously like a chuckle came from the other side of the door as I thankfully heard her receding footsteps. I uttered a huge sigh of relief and took a deep breath, then my face split into a huge grin as I glanced over to Ryan, who was also about to burst. We both simultaneously erupted into fits of laughter. He grabbed me and hugged me to his body, one armed, then looked down into my smiling face, turning serious.


“I’m not done with you yet Joss. I need to be inside of you. Tonight. Come home with me. Please,” he coaxed, slipping his hand back under my shirt to cup my breast and play with it – it was his cum covered hand. Fucking hell that is so hot, I thought, as he smeared his spunk all over my breast with a devilish grin. “You’re driving me crazy!” he admitted urgently, squeezing me more tightly to him, and plastering his lips to mine, kissing me with my own cum on his tongue. “I need you. Repeatedly. The things I want to do to you…” he trailed off groaning into my mouth.


Truthfully, I wasn’t done with him yet either; I didn’t see how I could ever be done with him. I nodded my head yes and whispered into his ear, “take me home with you. I want to do all of those things.”


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