Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, which has been in the top ten best-selling titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six months. She has also written two short stories, “The Highest Bidder” and “Leave Taking” which were each included in anthologies.
She contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her blog. She is active on Facebook and Twitter.
She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards – mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.
Here is an excerpt from Gentleman. Let Angelica know what you think by leaving a comment and entering a draw for a free copy.
Nicholas held a finger to his lips but beckoned Harry with his other hand. Harry walked slowly, trying to be silent, and upon reaching a corner, undressed quitely.
Nicholas slapped one of her legs. “I am still here.”
She seemed to relax. “Thank you, Master,” she murmured.
The harness allowed her to hang quite low, dangling level with their waists. Nicholas stood between her splayed knees and he indicated that Harry should stand at her head.
“Is your mouth ready for me, Donna?” Nicholas asked, winking at Harry, whose stiff cock was almost touching the woman's lips. “Tip your head back and take me.”
She obeyed and Harry pushed in, holding her chin as more and more of his length disappeared into her. He was amazed at how completely she was able to swallow him.
“Didn't I tell you it would be easy?”
She tried to mumble a reply, her tongue and throat tightening around Harry. In response, he took a stronger grip of her chin, sliding out slightly and then pushing in again. His balls almost touched her forehead. She moaned and it nearly pushed him over.
“Yes,” Nicholas praised. “Excellent, but I think you can take more.” He seized her hips and thrust hard enough that the woman's nose was shoved up into Harry's balls. He groaned and she gurgled, but Nicholas paid neither of them any mind as he thrust into the woman over and over again. Her gurgling became more urgent, more squealing, and her throat, working on his tip, brought Harry his climax.
Nicholas released the knot tying the cloth over her eyes. She was still hanging just below Harry's now flaccid penis. She blinked, adjusting to the light and then opened her mouth in surprise.
“Hello,” he said.
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