Hola Chickies! This week we're doing something a bit different for SINsual Sunday by welcoming
Ashlynne Laynne to the blog to bring us a SINsual worthy except from her latest book
A house
full of guests were gathered in the next room, but Ascher became too
impassioned to stop. He swept her into his arms, walking them to the wall
farthest from the living room. Wrapping his fingers around the pink cotton, he
tore the panties from beneath her matching gown and murmured against the hollow
of her throat, “We have people in the living room.”
Her hand
swiped across the black double dresser, scattering crystal figurines and papers
onto the floor, adding to the mess from her earlier rage. “Ash, I so don’t care
right now.” She squeezed his dick through the jeans, her tongue slipping along
the pale skin of his neck. “I won’t scream if you don’t. You can be quiet,
can’t you?” She grazed the razor point of one fang across the two moles near his
throat.
Her
action caused his cock to jump in response. Grasping a handful of her hair to
lift her gaze to his, he growled, “You know what that does to me.”
“I know exactly
what it does to you. Question is, what are you going to do about it?”
Ascher
tossed her on the dresser, spreading her legs to allow his fingers access to
her clit. His thumb circling the swollen button, he moaned, “I’m going to take
you right here on this dresser.”
“Good,
because I can’t wait until tonight.” Her fingers undid the button-fly in his
jeans, her hand freeing his hard on from its denim prison. She nipped at his
bottom lip, drawing blood, and then sucked on the soft flesh until the sting
travelled the length of his body, making his erection pain in her hand.
Ascher knotted
his fingers into the loose hair at the crown of her head. “You keep that up and
you’re going to get it.”
“You
promise?” With a careless lash of her clawed digits, Shauna stripped the
nightgown from her body. Her bare breasts sprang free, the velvety nipples
pointed with excitement. Her stare grew serious and flashed a stormy gray.
“Come and get me, Ascher.”
He
pulled on the French braid in her head, running his fingers along the plait
until loose ribbons of dark flowing locks spilled down her back and over her
face. She looked so fucking sexy, and he used every ounce of his restraint to
hold back the urge to screw her into exhaustion.
Seizing
her face in his hands, he took her mouth, pulling her against him and pinning
his shaft to her soaked folds. “You’re mine,” he growled, edging his hips
forward to feel her. The heat of her sex taunted his cock, firing an inferno in
his blood. “I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
Her head
fell back in submission. “Yes. Yours. I’ll always be yours, Ascher.” She
breathed winded pants. “Now fuck me.”
One
minute she was restrained beneath him, her body writhing and arching against
him, begging for his dick. The next, she pushed him beneath her, taking matters
into her own hands. “Lie back,” she demanded, sinking to her knees and pushing
him back against the wall. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Shauna,
there are people in the next—Ahhh, baby what are you doing?”
“Pleasuring
you.” She caught him with the full force of her silvery gaze. “Do you want me
to stop?”
He felt powerless to stop her. “No.” His hands gripped the edge of the
dresser, his claws shredding the black lacquered finish. “Don’t stop.”