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SORTA FAIRYTALE
by Emily McKee
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A SORTA FAIRYTALE
Author: Emily McKee
Standalone Novel
Genre: Erotic | Contemporary
Romance
~ SYNOPSIS ~
I have my own sorta fairytale.
Only thing is that it’s with two people.
Thomas Braxton and Alex McNeil. They know I’m not with them
completely. They know I have another. Everything else is pointless…
useless.
From the moment I met Thomas and Alex I’ve thought if only I could
blend them together? Thomas’s sexual endeavors. Alex’s sensitivity and passion
for life. Then I would have the perfect person.
But perfect is overrated.
It doesn’t exist.
Plus, it’s not at all interesting.
And my relationships with Thomas and Alex?
Well that’s a story for the ages…
~ RELEASE DATE ~
January
6, 2015
~ EXCERPT ~
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Pulling
something from a drawer, you turn around. “Oh, I know you do, but I’m talking
about this,” you say waving something back and forth in your hand.
“A
blindfold?”
You
grin. “Mhm.”
“Why?”
“Why
not?” you counter. I don’t say anything else as you walk over to me. “Can I?”
I’m
curious, so I say, “Sure.”
You
laugh as you place the blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t act so excited about it.”
“I’m
excited,” I say. “But I’m a little on edge.”
“You’ll
like it. Trust me.” Placing a finger to my chest you gently push me back. “Lie
down, Stella, and enjoy it.”
I
can’t believe how nervous I am. I know it’s you. I know you’re the one fucking
me, but not having my eyesight right now keeps me on edge. Makes me wonder what
you’re going to do and when you’re going to do it. I don’t know where you are,
so I listen and I smell. I listen to your feet as they walk across the hardwood
floor. The smells of sex take over my whole body. Your sweat. My arousal.
“What
are you thinking?”
I
try to control my breathing and beating heart. I wonder if you can see how
nervous I am. Probably. But I know it’s just you. “I don’t know.”
“Are
you nervous?”
“A
little,” I answer honestly.
“Why?
It’s just me.” The second the words leave your mouth, a finger trails up my
thigh, and I jump. “Whoa.” You chuckle. “Easy, Stella. Remember. It’s. Just.
Me.”
Letting
out a deep breath, I laugh. “Okay.”
“Now,
Stella. I want you to spread your legs apart.”
I
listen. I don’t say anything, just try to let all of my other senses take over.
The bed dips, and I feel you crawling up the bed and resting in between my
legs. Your lips leave little kisses up the insides of my thighs. They cause
goose bumps, my nipples to tighten, and my body to tremble. Times ten. The
darkness. I like it, a lot more than I thought I would. We’ve never done this
before, and I’m surprised it’s taken this long for us to do it.
Your
arms move under my legs, pulling me closer to you.
“Whoa.”
I giggle, surprised when you don’t say anything. I lift my head, forgetting I
have on a blindfold, then feeling stupid when I realize I can’t see you.
“Thomas?”
“Sssh,”
you whisper.
Sucking
in a deep breath, I release and rest my head against the mattress once more.
Even though I’m blindfolded I close my eyes and keep them that way.
Torturously, your fingers touch right above where I need you, trailing along.
My hips jump, and you laugh. “Thomas?” I whisper, but again there’s no answer.
Just a long, wet lick from you and a moan from me.
I
think you’re going to give me time to get used to it, but you don’t. Instead,
you grab my hips and pull me down to you, keeping a firm grasp on me. “Oh my god,”
I start to say, but it comes out as a loud moan when you suck my nub into your
mouth and push a finger, then two, into me. My walls tighten. My belly
flutters. My chest rises and falls. The feelings I was experiencing before the
blindfold quickly wash over me again. Gripping the bed sheets, I scream your
name as you begin to push me over the edge. “Oh my god!” My back arches, my
hips push up further into your face, needing even more pleasure.
“That’s
right, baby. Come for me.”
My
body stiffens. Your voice. It’s not where it should be, and I know I still
shouldn’t be feeling a mouth on me when I hear you say that, but I can’t push
away. I’m too far on the edge. Quickly, my body relaxes. “Oh my god,” I moan
louder.
“That’s
right, Stella. Come for me baby. Show me.”
“Fuck,”
I mutter, now grinding against the mouth of someone else—someone I don’t even
know.
The
bed dips by my head and familiar fingers run through my hair. You breathe into
the crook of my neck. “Come for me, baby.” Once more the bed dips, and I feel
your legs on either side of my face. “Suck me,” you moan. Velvet hardness
pushes against my mouth. This time I know it’s you. Cold metal pushes against
my chin. A Prince Albert. I was surprised when I first saw it. I would’ve never
thought you would have a cock piercing, but it’s so exciting and dangerous.
Pushing your cock into the crook of my lips, you moan, “Suck on me, Stella.”
The
stranger continues to fuck my sex. Just that alone is too much to handle, but
then I have you. You want me to fuck your cock with my mouth. All of this. It’s
dangerous and enticing. Licking my lips, I take you into my mouth. I have a
firm grip on your ass, keeping you where I need you. Where you want to be.
“Oh,
fuck,” you say. I keep in rhythm with the stranger. When the stranger sucks
hard, so do I. When the stranger slowly moves fingers in and out of me, I
slowly move my mouth back and forth against your cock.
“Oh,
fuck,” you say again. “That’s right, baby. You keep fucking my cock with that
beautiful little mouth of yours.” Keeping a firm grip on your ass with one
hand, the other maneuvers its way in between my mouth and your cock. I grab and
give a hard squeeze. Swiftly, you bend over and grip my hair in your hands.
“Relax your mouth, Stella. I’m going to fuck it now.”
I
release my hold on your ass and grip the bed sheets. It’s like you and the
stranger have one mind. You fuck my mouth with wild abandon while the stranger
sucks on my sex.
“Smack
me when you’re going to come, Stella,” you demand. With that, the stranger goes
wild, pulls my hips up further, dips another finger into my opening and sucks
my nub harder. My eyes stay closed, but then I feel the blindfold rip off.
“Open your eyes. I need to see you when I come in you.” Tears run down my face
when I open my eyes. “Fuck, Stella. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
Pushing
my legs further apart, the stranger dips a finger into my other hole. My eyes
start to close when you grip my hair. “Keep them opened,” you grit through
clenched teeth. I listen, but it’s so damn hard. This feels so fucking good.
“I’m going to tell you to come, Stella. You hear me? And when I tell you, you
better come all over the place.” I nod. I can’t speak with your cock fucking my
mouth. Ramming your cock in and out a few more times you groan, “Come, baby.”
And with those two words, I do. My body shakes and unwinds as I feel hot spurts
of cum spill into my mouth. “Holy fuck,” you growl.
I
smack at you. Wanting, needing to push you off of me. You listen and slowly
slide your cock out of my mouth.
“Holy
shit!” I scream. The stranger continues to ram fingers in and out of me,
sucking hard on my nub. “Fucking shit!” My body shakes uncontrollably.
“F-f-fuck.” The stranger continues to keep a mouth on me but begins to slow
down. I place a hand over my head as I try to control my breathing. Then before
I know it a laugh escapes from my throat and I can’t stop.
“That
good?” the other voice asks, and I gasp.
I
feel like a little kid playing hide and go seek. You know you’ve been caught in
the closet, but you keep your eyes closed. If they can’t see you, then they
haven’t found you.
“What?”
You laugh. “You’re not going to say anything after I gave you that fucking
amazing orgasm?”
I
breathe in and out a few times before my orgasm is completely over. Dropping my
arm to my side, I sit up. My eyes are still closed. I just need a few more
seconds to prepare for the face I’m about to see when I open them. Slowly, I
open my eyes and see who is staring back at me with a wicked grin.
“Hey, Stella.”
Taking
in a deep breath, I mutter, “Hi, Alex.”
~ ABOUT THE
AUTHOR: Emily McKee ~
For the past 21 years, I have been a planner and an
organizer. I always needed things a specific way and then everything changed
for me. I've always had a vivid imagination and thoughts racing through my
mind. I realized that life is way too short to let things pass me by, because
in the blink of an eye everything could change. So I decided to just live in
the moment, taking every chance and opportunity led my way. No second thoughts
and just going with the flow.
I decided to put the fictional characters and the
conversations going on in my head to paper. I know, it makes me sound crazy,
but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've embraced crazy and hectic and last
minute because it's led me to making my dreams a reality.
When I'm not writing Happily Ever After's I'm reading about
them and living one. I think this world is filled with too much sadness already
we don't need to read about it as well. I write because I love it and I've
allowed my imagination to run wild and be crazy and free. Just like me. ❤
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