Red-Light Wrangler by Bella Settarra - Rich Thought Everyone Only Wanted Him For His Money That's Before He Met Nate - #MM #Erotic #Romance #Cowboys

Can a bad reputation hide a good heart?

Blurb:

After realizing everyone he has been with only wanted him for his money, Rich Buchanan, the billionaire’s son, gives up the dream of a serious relationship and gets his kicks sleeping around. He prefers men, but he only brings home women, since his father would be horrified to find out Rich was gay. But secrets are hard to keep among the rich, and his antics soon earn him the nickname “The Red-Light Wrangler” when people discover that money exchanges hands whenever he sleeps with a guy.

When Nate Walker starts work as Assistant Foreman at the Buchanan Ranch, his good looks and gorgeous body immediately pique Rich’s interest. And despite the gossip, Nate can’t help falling for him, either. But when Rich’s cousin Joey decides to blackmail Rich to pay off his debts, he soon realizes he could get much more out of the situation. Outing his gay cousin and causing a rift between Rich and his father could be just the thing to secure his own position as Frank Buchanan’s sole heir.

Rich has no one to turn to but his lover. But Nate has secrets of his own, and his reasons for being at the ranch are not entirely honorable...


Story Excerpt

“Sorry to hear about your dad, Rich.” Kent Freeman, the Deputy Sheriff, stood there with a grim expression on his face. “Mind if I come in?”

Rich stood back, allowing the tall, handsome guy into his house. He had expected him to go straight into the office, but Kent turned into the sitting room where his eyes went directly to the small table.

Shit!

Rich felt his stomach lurch as Kent stared down at the note. “This arrive today?”

“Yeah. I just found it in the mailbox.” Rich frowned. He had expected Kent to be surprised by the note, but he seemed to take it in his stride.

“Mind if I get it fingerprinted?” Kent asked, not even touching the paper.

Rich shrugged. “Be my guest. You know who it’s from?”

Kent sighed as he put on a glove before placing the note in a plastic bag he pulled from his back pocket. “Do you?”

“I’ve got my suspicions,” Rich replied.

“Let me guess. Your cousin Joey or Cole Jackson?”

Rich gawped at him. “How in hell do you know that?”

“You should’ve come to us right at the beginning,” Kent admonished. “Could’ve saved everyone a lot of time and trouble.”

“You took Cole Jackson in about the poisoning, said you couldn’t pin anything on him,” Rich reminded him. “Anything after that would just sound like sour grapes.”

“We didn’t know about your cousin trying to blackmail you. Or Dan Robertson’s involvement.” Kent looked at him, shaking his head.

Rich sighed. “Kent, you know how it is. I’m gay, man. Dad’ll go mad if he finds out. I’ll lose everything.” He slumped into the nearest armchair, and Kent followed suit in the one opposite.

“Being gay ain’t a crime, Rich, but blackmail is. And so is poisoning horses.”

“I know, but Dad won’t see it that way. He’ll disown me, I know he will. Joey knows it, too.”

“That’s what he’s banking on,” Kent agreed. “But you’ve lost half your livestock because of this. And if you can’t prove you didn’t do it yourself you won’t even get the insurance pay out.”

Rich took a swig of his whiskey. “So, will this prove I didn’t do it?” He gestured to the note which the deputy had put in his pocket.

Kent Freeman shook his head. “Nope. I’m afraid it just gives you a motive.”


Adult Excerpt

Suddenly Rich grabbed hold of Wyatt’s muscular arms and pulled him down onto the bed. He got up and stood over him, yanking the blond guy’s long, hairy legs over his shoulders. He heard a loud gasp as he hauled him down the bed to get a better position.

Wyatt grabbed a condom from the nightstand and passed it up to Rich. He snatched it out of his hand and grinned when he opened it. Ribbed. He rolled the rubber onto his pulsating dick and yanked the guy’s hairy ass open. He heard a yelp, but paid him no heed. He watched Wyatt screw his eyes shut and barked at him.

“Look at me!”

Wyatt’s eyes shot open and he stared up at him. Rich had a sense of satisfaction at his control. He lined his cock up to the gaping asshole and stared into Wyatt’s eyes as he thrust past the tight rim.

“Aah!” Wyatt’s panicked eyes seemed to glaze over and his jaw tensed.

Rich massaged the guy’s ass with one hand, while stroking his cock with the other until Wyatt’s face relaxed. Then he pumped hard into him, eliciting another loud yell. The cowboy’s shouts soon became excited as the pain must have morphed to pleasure and he began grunting with each thrust. Rich grinned as he pounded hard into the guy’s ass. He needed this. He closed his eyes and Nate Walker’s face flashed into his mind. He felt himself grinning as he thrust harder and harder, visualizing Nate lying naked before him, Nate groaning in ecstasy.

When Rich opened his eyes they were watery and glazed. All he could see was a mass of blond hair on the bed and, with his mind still on Nate Walker, he moaned loudly. He felt the body beneath him thrusting back toward him and heard fevered yelps and groans. The fire in his belly was roaring now and he felt like his whole body was a raging furnace. He hammered hard into the ass under him, yanking on the dick in his hand. With a loud grunt the body he was fucking convulsed and he felt cum like boiling lava trailing down his hand. His own orgasm wracked him and he pounded hard into the guy’s ass, over and over. Lights flashed in front of his eyes and he heard himself roar as relief swept through him. He just kept thrusting until he was finally satisfied. His breathing was rampant as he slunk onto the bed next to his partner, and he felt the cool air wash over his sweating body.

Both men lay in silence, heaving at the air, eyes closed for several minutes. Rich’s eyes opened slowly and he stared at the face next to his. For a split second he had actually expected to see Nate Walker lying there, but realized in horror that it wasn’t. While Wyatt’s eyes were still closed, Rich shot to his feet and grabbed his clothes before heading off to find the bathroom down the hall. He disposed of the condom and splashed cold water over his face and torso. His breathing was still rapid and he took a glass of water to try to recover himself. Pulling his clothes back onto his still-sweaty body felt horrid, and he left his shirt unbuttoned, hoping that the cold night air would cool him off a bit.

His head automatically faced the bedroom when he retreated from the bathroom, but he thought better of it. Like a thief in the night he made for the front door and slipped out. The cold night air bit him hard, and he shivered as he climbed into his car. Opening the windows wide he relished the freezing cold of the wind as it swept through his hair and over his flushed body. He needed the cold.

He needed the space.

He needed Nate Walker.

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About Bella Settarra

In Bella’s world all the heroes are gorgeous hunks and the heroines are always beautiful. Having said that, she firmly believes that ‘handsome is as handsome does’ and that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’. (She is also a big fan of clichés as well as alliteration!)

She has been hanging out with her ‘imaginary friends’ for a couple of years now and finds the profession exhilarating and intriguing.  Her stories are all Erotic Romances, although they vary considerably in subject-matter.

She loves writing Cowboy Romances and was thrilled when the first book in her The Men of Moone Mountain series, (Etopia Press), entitled Ménage on Moone Mountain, received a nomination for the Ménage Romances Fan’s Award 2015 and became an ARe Bestseller, and the third book in this series, Ménage on Ryder Ranch was also nominated for the Erotic Ménages Romances 2016 . The fourth book in this series, Ménage at the Mode Boutique is now also available in digital format. She is currently writing another Cowboy series, Midnight in Montana (Siren Publishing), the first of which, Dallas at Midnight, is already available, with the second, Meet Me at Midnight due for release in June 2016.

Her Collar and Cuffs series (Etopia Press) also received an ARe Bestseller Award for Waiting on Summer, which has also been nominated for the BDSM Writers Con Golden Flogger Award 2016. This series was set in a BDSM club in Miami, and was a joy to write.

Her writing career began, however, in the fantasy/myth genre, with her first series Sirens and Sailors (Siren Publishing). Although this was a series of six novels, it actually started out as a short story! This was a delight to write and was proof positive that her High School Classical Studies lessons weren’t wasted.

She has also had a couple of short stories published in Men for Hire and Men for Hire 2 (Luminosity Publishing) and even had some rather raunchy poems included in Coming Together in Verse.

Not everyone is perfect – but it’s the character flaws which make them interesting, she believes. As in life, things don’t always run smoothly, but it’s the twists and turns which provide the drive to keep going, even when it just feels like an uphill struggle. Bella is currently fighting her own battle against breast cancer – a battle which she is determined to win – and believes that all women have the right to feel sexy even when they are battle-scarred.

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Dallas At Midnight; A New M/F Contemporary Erotic Romance by Bella Settara. Book 1 in the Midnight in Montana Series.

She could save his ranch – but can he save her life?

Blurb

Escaping crooked millionaire, Ed Powell, Dallas Somerville finds herself sleeping rough in a barn in Midnight, Montana.  She falls in love with the owner, near-bankrupt rancher, Shane Patrick.   Shane’s sister-in-law comes up with a way for Dallas to save the ranch – but when Powell catches up with Dallas, Shane first has to save her life...

Story Excerpt

“Now I should warn you that I’ve got a gun here and so have the others, so don’t you try anything stupid.” The guy’s southern drawl had gone and in its place was a gruff snarl.

Stupid! That’s me all over. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

Two men sprang out from between the trees and their filthy hands reached up for her. Jutting out her chin in defiance she got herself down from the horse and stared at their faces. She didn’t recognize any of them.

“Where’s Ed Powell?” she demanded angrily as they tied her hands together behind her back. They were rough with her and they smelled putrid.

“He’s waiting for you.” One of them hissed in her ear. He wore a filthy, black shirt and smelled of stale beer and cigarettes, among other things.

“Yeah, but we get you first,” the other one murmured, licking his lips.

Oh God! He stood right in front of her and she drew her knee up sharply.

“Bitch!” He yelled as he grabbed his groin and the other guy hauled her into the back of the van.

“So that’s how you wanna play, is it, girly? Well, that’s fine by me. I love a bit of sass. Now get in there!”

He practically threw her into the back. He slammed the door, leaving her in the dank darkness. The van smelled of urine and sweat, and she retched. She could hear the men arguing outside before the van rocked and two doors slammed shut. The engine spluttered into life and they were off. 

Dallas was thrown about in the back of the sketchy van as they sped over rough terrain, and she was sure she was receiving bruises all over her body. She was relieved when they finally reached a smooth road, and just prayed that the guy who smelled of beer wasn’t the driver. She could hear them arguing as they sped along, and strained her ears to hear what was being said. All she could make out was one of them was worried about the time as he kept urging the other one to hurry up.

Her mind raced as she recalled the guy’s words “we get you first” and the sickness in her stomach roiled until she found herself vomiting all over the van. As the vehicle jolted violently, she rolled her head into her own sick. Smelling it made it worse, and she threw up again. Somehow, not being able to move her arms seemed to exacerbate the situation and she continued to vomit over and over. At least they won’t want me now! Her head throbbed and she felt utterly dreadful.

An idea occurred to her and she tried to wedge herself against one side of the van, holding onto the metal seam with her fingertips. She still smelled of sick but was now no longer lying in it. Her eyes had become accustomed to the dark and she realized it wasn’t as black as it had seemed when she had first been thrown in. She strained to keep her position as best she could, forcing her feet against the side of the van and hanging on, practically by her fingernails, as she studied her surroundings.

The van was old and rusty, and very basic. It hadn’t been boarded out so the sides were still metal. She saw the lights at the back and wriggled down to them. She was glad she had boots on today, and her anger gave her the added strength needed to break the glass by kicking it. Daylight shone through, and the noise of the rattly old van sounded louder. She could see tarmac on the road and watched desperately until finally another color appeared behind them. It was a red vehicle! 

Taking a deep breath she thrust her foot into the glass and out through the hole. Her boots only came a short way up her leg, and something sharp cut into her just above the ankle, but she persevered. She hoped the driver would see it, and she wiggled it around, just to prove to him that she was alive. As she kicked her leg the pain stabbed her, but she was almost too angry to pay it any heed. Suddenly the van veered sharply to the left and agony seared through her leg as it was forced deep into the broken glass and sharp plastic. Dallas bit hard on her lip to stop herself from crying out. 

She felt sick again, and dizzy. Her head throbbed and she found it hard to think straight. No longer able to kick her leg she just prayed that the driver had seen it and called the police. She found herself on a miserable precipice between consciousness and sleep. Darkness closed in on her for a few moments at a time and then she was awake and suffering again. She didn’t know how long she spent wavering between the two, she only knew that it was too painful to stay awake and too dangerous not to.

Adult Excerpt

Shane felt her need as their kiss became more fervent, and wondered if she could feel his massive erection through their clothes. He placed her feet on the floor, feeling her body slide down the length of his. As soon as they broke the kiss he hauled the drenched T-shirt from his body, sighing at the relief. He saw her lick her lips as she took in his hairy chest, and his cock twitched again. This time she was definitely close enough to feel it, and the slight smirk on her face told him that she had. Her gorgeous eyes looked up at his questioningly and she bit her lip. Does she know what that does to me?

He felt desperate for her, but not knowing what she had been through he couldn’t push the situation, so he held back. He didn’t have to wait long. He felt her soft fingers on his fly, and she didn’t take her eyes off his as she pulled at the zip. His cock strained against the denim, which in turn was clinging to his soaked body, and he had to lend her a hand to undo it.

He watched her eyes grow even bigger as his cock sprang free and landed straight into her hand. She gasped, still staring at his face, but obviously feeling the length and girth of his primed member.

“Are you sure?” he whispered softly.

“Oh, yeah.” She looked like there was no doubt in her mind as she tugged at his Levis and he helped her to remove them, glad that he had gone commando today.

With one hand on his cock and the other stroking the hairs on his chest she squeezed herself closer to him. He put his arms back around her, stroking her back and her soaking wet hair. Without a word she slowly took a step back from him and shrugged off the robe, which fell unceremoniously to the floor.

Shane had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. She was a little more slender than he usually went for, but had a perfect body. Her legs were lithe and shapely, and her breasts were pert. Her stomach was completely flat and her skin as soft as silk. He felt the breath catch in his throat as he drank her in. She seemed comfortable in her own skin, and with good reason.

Her arms came back up around his neck and she licked at the seam of his lips until he granted her access and her soft, hot tongue delved into his waiting mouth, tangling with his own. She pressed her body against his and he felt the softness of her breasts against his chest, as his erection jabbed into her stomach. 

Her breath was hot and rampant as the kiss developed, and soon they were devouring each other, not just their mouths but their necks, ears, and throats. He felt as though he was floating on air as he kissed the luscious beauty in his arms and felt her hands and tongue exploring him. Leaning down he kissed her breast, and enjoyed the gasp which escaped her lips as he took her nipple in his hot mouth. 

She tasted sweet and her nipples puckered immediately under his ministrations. He could feel the heat of her pussy as she rubbed it against his cock and he pressed against her even more as she moaned sexily in his ear.

“I want you,” she whispered huskily.

“Are you sure?”

“God, yes!”

He gently backed her against the wall as his hand found her dripping pussy. He stroked the folds, which parted to welcome him, and he slid first one finger, then two into her burning hole.

“Please,” she gasped, the urgency apparent in her tone.

Her hand came down and he felt her take his throbbing cock and place it at the entrance of her pussy. He watched her face as he slowly entered her, fearful of hurting her and yet desperate to be inside her. Her expression told him all he needed to know, and, after a tentative start, he thrust hard into her.

“Yes!” she screamed.

He thrust again.

“Don’t stop,” she urged.

Shane had one hand on her hip and another stroking her breasts as he hammered into her over and over. With every stroke he felt like he was probing deeper and deeper into her soul, as she welcomed him into her life.

Dallas roared her appreciation, which spurred him on even more. He felt her muscles clench his aching cock as he pounded into her until she screamed his name as her juices exploded around his cock. Taking his cue from her he thrust in one more time before his own seed shot into her body, continuing to spurt as her pussy tightened around him. As he kissed her burning face he felt her hold him even tighter.

“Again,” she whispered. “I’m gonna come again, don’t move.”

Shane felt a burning sensation inside his gut. He had never had this effect on a girl before, but sure enough, he felt her muscles clench once more and she screamed into his chest as her hot juices overflowed and oozed deliciously down his leg.

He felt her nails dig into the flesh of his back and relished the pain. Her body was shaking as he held her close to him, and he felt the remains of her orgasm wrack through her, before she slumped heavily against him.

The water continued to rain over them, cooling their flushed bodies, and washing them clean. 

“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear as she held him tight.

Shane grinned. No one had ever thanked him for sex before. Mind you, no one had ever come twice in one go before either. It seemed to be a day for firsts, he thought happily to himself.

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Bella’s Bio

As a youngster, Bella Settarra used to dream of becoming an author, and wrote many tales, poems and letters.  

However, as she grew up she wasn’t able to write so much, as exams, work and family overtook hobbies such as writing, so it looked as though her stories were to become a thing of the past.  That was until she was very ill in March 2013, after undergoing surgery related to cancer.  While lying in a hospital bed contemplating her life, she realized that her biggest regret was never fulfilling her dream of becoming a published author.  Determined to succeed and make her family – as well as herself – proud, she resolved to write a publishable book within the next twelve months.  

In November 2013 her first novel, Last of the Sirens, was published, and went on to become the first of a six-part serial.

Just a month later, fate dealt her another bad hand when she was forced to leave her day job as she could no longer cope with the ever-increasing hours she was expected to work while struggling with ill health.  Writing became her life-line, turning a pleasurable hobby into a fulfilling career.  

Now able to once-again enjoy life, she finds that writing gives her the freedom to work when she is able and rest when she is not.  It encourages her dreams and nurtures her ambitions.  She also has more time for her family, and for her love of driving around the English countryside in her open-top car, listening to country music.

Bella’s imagination knows no bounds, and she has gone from writing a mythical series, Sirens and Sailors, to writing about cowboys and a current work in progress about a group of restaurant staff.  Her novels include MM, MF, MFM and MMF as well as various elements of BDSM, but, most importantly, they are about love.

She hopes that you enjoy reading her stories as much as she enjoys writing them, and loves to hear from her readers via her blog, email or social media.

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Sacrifices of the Siren by Bella Settarra. An Erotic, Futuristic Fantasy, Romance.

What hold does the evil Hermandine have over Melantho?  Why is she blackmailing her into leaving Refrainia to go and be her servant on Eastland?

SIRENS AND SAILORS #6                                            

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, July 30th.

[Siren Allure: Erotic Futuristic Fantasy Romance, M/F/M not involving the main characters, HEA]


BLURB:

Just when Melantho is beginning to really enjoy life on the island with her beloved sailor, Blandon, she is visited by the evil elder Hermandine.  The old lady manages to blackmail Melantho into leaving Refrainia to live a life of drudgery as her servant on the mainland.

When Hermandine and Solon mistreat and abuse the poor girl to the extent that she has becomes ill, Blandon and Dr. Jay discover the secret she has been hiding for the past three years.  As Melantho battles with her health and her miserable past, Blandon showers her with love and strength.  Eventually it seems that she can face her future by resolving the past, but when Hermandine reveals an ancient law of Refrainia Melantho has to decide whether to sacrifice her past once again, or forgo her future on the island with Blandon.


Excerpt

“But we can’t,” Melantho whispered, “Sapphire will be home.” She giggled as Blandon took her hand and led her up the short path to her stone hut. He really was gorgeous, with his light brown hair which hung around his shoulders, and his big green eyes which twinkled with mischief. His mouth seemed to be in a permanent smile, and he had the most dazzling, perfect teeth.

“She won’t mind. Besides, she’ll be busy herself.” He grinned as he winked at her and Melantho blushed. Even in the semi-darkness she was sure he could see how red her cheeks were.

“But it’s not dark enough yet.” Melantho protested with a smile.

Blandon sighed as they reached the door of the little hut she shared with Sapphire. “It’s OK if you don’t want to.” His voice was sad but understanding.

Melantho reached up to his soft cheek and stroked it tenderly. They had had this discussion so many times before and each time she got a little nearer to giving in to what she really wanted. What he also wanted. The familiar feeling churned in her stomach and she found herself wanting to cry. She sniffed and quickly looked away from his handsome face as she felt the hot tears prick the edges of her eyes.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” His hand was on her face now, wiping a tear which had made its bid for freedom down her hot face.

“It’s not your fault. It’s just me.” She just managed to get the words out before great sobs heaved up from the back of her throat and she gulped to try to push them back down.

“Come on, let’s go inside and talk for a bit.” Blandon’s voice was as gentle as his hands as he wiped away another tear before ushering her into the house.

It was even darker inside, and he lit a candle to lead them to the little table and chairs which sat by the open window. There was no moon tonight and it was already getting late.

Melantho sat on the chair opposite him, trembling as she fought back her tears. He gave her a handkerchief and she wiped her face. She felt his strong hands reach for hers across the little table and she gladly placed hers in them. She felt safe in his hands. He was her hero for so many reasons.

“I love you, Mel. I just want to hold you in bed, that’s all. We don’t have to do anything more if you don’t want to. I would be happy just to feel you next to me, honestly I would.”

She stared up at his big, emerald eyes. They were kind eyes. She loved those eyes. She loved him. A warm glow burned in her stomach and she stared at the table in front of her. I don’t want to just be held. I want to make love. How could she ever tell him how she really felt?

“I love you, too, Blandon,” she whispered.

A massive smile spread across his worried face and he gasped at the admission.

Melantho couldn’t help but smile back. She secretly felt proud of herself for being able to tell him that much at least. He had told her he loved her several times, but she had never told him how she felt. She sighed as a weight lifted from her shoulders. It felt like a start, a step in the right direction. A sudden noise from Sapphire’s room startled her and she jumped up. She wasn’t sure whether it was giggling or crying. Blandon seemed a little wary as Melantho glanced over at him before making her way to the far bedroom. She put her ear to the rough wooden door before turning the handle. She gasped. Blandon was suddenly behind her, holding her gently as she stared into the darkness.


ADULT EXCERPT

Melantho was already inside the bed, covered by a large Elmwood leaf, by the time he was undressed and he giggled.

“Mel, you are so beautiful, why are you so modest about your body? You’re perfect, surely you don’t have issues with it?” He sounded incredulous but kind, as he snuggled in beside her.

“It’s just the way I am.” She nudged against him, relishing in his warm body.

“Well I guess you’re not used to all this yet are you?” He stroked her body as he lay on his side.

“What do you…?” Her words were lost as his mouth covered hers in another deep, lingering kiss. She could smell his musky scent along with his heat and her breathing started to become heavier again. The glow flared up inside her tummy once more and she felt her whole body start to burn deliciously. His tongue took over her mouth, and his hands swept down and removed her bikini bra. Her mind was turning to mush as he reached down and began to slide her bikini briefs down. As she bent her knees to allow him to remove them a panic ripped through her body and she jerked upward.

His strong hand held her back down as he chuckled into her mouth. With the other hand he took the panties from her and she kicked her legs in protest.

“Shh, it’s all right,” he whispered when she almost bit his tongue to end the kiss.

“But…” She wasn’t sure what she was trying to say so she just stared up at him.

She saw his confidence turn to concern in a nanosecond and his hand came straight back up to stroke her face.

“Tell me.”

She couldn’t speak. She didn’t know what she would say even if she could. Her mouth went dry and she felt her throat tighten. Her body was still burning, craving for his touch. Her head was screaming at her to stop him. She just stared into his big, kind eyes and forced herself to breathe.

Blandon slid onto his back and pulled her against him. She snuggled into him as her mind whirled. She loved the feel of his hot flesh next to hers, and his scent enveloped her in a cloud of safety. Melantho closed her eyes and breathed him in. She laid her head on his strong chest and heard his patient heart beating steadily. Her tension began to ease as he held her in his muscular arms. She felt him gently kiss her hair and she sighed. Slowly she began to calm down and her thoughts began to rationalize. It’s dark. He can’t see me. Even without the covers he wouldn’t be able to see everything. I want him. I really want to make love with him. Tonight.

She opened her eyes. It really was pitch dark. She put a hand out and felt the hard muscle of his chest. It was smooth. She felt it rise and fall with his breathing for a while before she let her hand drift down to his taut stomach. Again there was just muscle and smooth skin. Gorgeous. Slowly she let her hand trail down a little further. His hip bone jutted out, making a soft valley down toward his pubic region. She took a few deep breaths before allowing herself to explore the little coarse hairs. The warm glow had returned to her stomach and it burned brighter as she toyed with his body. She heard him give a little gasp and felt a twitch as his cock nudged her hand. It felt warm and hard, but the skin was beautifully smooth. It was even thicker than she expected, and she could feel it growing larger and harder as she stroked it. She felt his hand grasp her shoulder as his breathing hitched and she took his throbbing member in her hand.

Slowly she began to pull the smooth skin through her fingers, and felt a stream of hot liquid flow over them. Beneath her head she could hear his heart beating rapidly and she felt his breathing speed up and become deeper. A thrill of excitement ran through her at the realization that she was turning him on.

Melantho felt him stroke her shoulder gently before his hand slipped to the outer edge of her breast. A wonderful tingle inside her warmed her through. She felt her nipple tighten to a hard nub before he even touched it. His hand was soft as it trailed rings over her pulsating breast and she willed him to reach her most sensitive tip. He continued to torment her and she felt her breathing quicken in anticipation.

His fingers drifted nearer and nearer until, at last, his forefinger stroked her hard nipple. It must have been directly linked to her pussy, as a whoosh of liquid escaped her and she gasped at the sensations which streaked through her body.

She felt him move and looked up to see his lips coming toward hers as he engulfed her in a mind-blowing, possessive kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, digging in and out. Her pussy continued to weep as she imagined the hard cock in her hand slowly entering her. He pulled her on top of him and she felt the length of his rock hard dick against her pussy. She instinctively pressed herself against him.

“Ride me,” he whispered close to her ear.

She stared at him. “But I’ve never…”

“I know. Trust me, you’ll be in control.” His words were gentle but confident. She felt empowered by them.

He held her hips as she sat up. The cool air wafted over her breasts and she suddenly felt exposed. As if reading her mind, he held onto her arms, preventing her from covering herself. She looked down. Through the thick darkness she could just make out the shape of her large breasts. She could see the outline of his masculine face and his beautiful smile. Shadows highlighted his chest muscles which rippled as he moved. His biceps were barely visible as he held onto her hands. As she took in the sight of him she became even more aroused and soon forgot to feel self-conscious.

“Do you want me, love?” he whispered tenderly, but she could detect a coarseness which suggested his passion was mounting.

“Yes.” She gazed at his lovely face as he lifted her onto his massive cock.


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Bio

Bella’s love of writing started at a very young age.  While at Junior School, she was once asked to write a story that was to be displayed on the window due to lack of wall space (remember Portakabins?)  Unfortunately, once she gets going she tends to run with an idea right up until the conclusion – and it has to have a happy ending!  The story was so long it covered several windows and caused a blackout in the tiny classroom!

She is British and lives in the beautiful English countryside with one of her three gorgeous daughters and her wonderful husband, often referred to as her “current husband” just to keep him on his toes!  They live in a big haunted house therefore Bella’s housework is never done as the ghost keeps moving things around - the bedroom isn’t the only place where things go bump in the night ;)

Open top cars and country music are among Bella’s favourite things and her fondness for shopping is only surpassed by her love of Châteauneuf-du-pape.



Bella would love to hear from her readers.  

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