This Monday, a nice long excerpt from my new release…Rocky Mountain Wild…

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“Are you hot for me, Phoebe bird?”

“Yes, Calum,” she said a bit breathlessly. He chuckled. “Are you willing to stay that way, knowing it pleases me?”

She nodded, but couldn’t stop her sorrowful look. He laughed outright and kissed her. “Don’t worry. Calum will take care of his Phoebekins. You were so good, I’m going to give you a treat.”  He sat down and brought her over his knee. His thick thighs were sturdy under her, and he soon had her skirts up. Playing with the plug, he drew it out, only to push it back in. Two fingers sought her little pleasure button.

“Oh, Calum.”

“You’re going to come for me, Phoebe, while I play with your ass.” She moaned at the thought, but, sure enough, came hard from his fingers dipping into her honey pot and the plug lewdly driving in and out of her.

“How was that, little lass?” She couldn’t think of anything to say, so she just nodded. He laughed and laid her back down, arranging her on the bed with a pillow under her hips to show off her plugged bum. When he came back, he brought dinner, but didn’t hand it over.

“Sit in my lap and let me feed you,” he said. She sighed, but wasn’t really upset about cuddling close to his muscled chest. It was embarrassing to be fed like a child, but, as with every other aspect of caring for her, he seemed to enjoy when she submitted to being his little one, relying utterly on him.

She kept shifting, though, to find a comfortable way to sit with the plug, and felt grateful that he hadn’t put her on a hard bench. He fed her slowly, offering bite after bite, and she could feel his cock pressing into the side of her bottom as he spooned dinner into her mouth. After her stomach was full, she had an idea. He kept her in his lap while he ate, and she wriggled a little.

“Phoebe.” His tone was a warning. “None of that now. You got your reward.”

“What about you?” She ran her hand over his placket, grinning when he caught his breath.

“You want another spanking?”

“Please, Calum, let me serve you.”

Wordlessly, he slung a robe at his feet, and she knew just where he wanted her to settle. But before she could kneel, he stopped her.

“Take off your dress,” he said, voice rough. “I want to see you.” With his help, she unbuttoned the outer dress, then stripped down to her corset. She wore no drawers or stockings, and loosening her stays, she pulled down the corset and under-chemise just enough to show her nipples.

“Oh, Phoebe, you’re a grand sight,” her husband breathed, and she knelt, a triumphant smile on her face. Once down in front of him, she went to work, putting all her training into pleasing him.

Unbuttoning his trousers, she drew him out. Her hands looked tiny against the large, throbbing member, but it no longer intimidated her. First, she licked up one side and down the other of his hot flesh, then lapped at the crown, tasting the first drops of desire. One of Calum’s hands came to the side of her head, stroking her in encouragement, but not guiding her. Straightening her spine, she arched over his lap as much as she could, and slid her mouth as far down as she could on his cock.

“Oh, Phoebe,” he cried, his head back, his thighs hard as iron under her hands. She pulled off and did it again, making sure to suck the whole time she moved her mouth up and down. One hand went to the sack, cupping it gently. Her other followed her mouth up and then went down, wet. She kept her mouth and hand working in rhythm until his balls tightened and he released into her mouth. Some of his seed went down her chin and she licked it up.

“Well done.” He reached down and plucked at her exposed nipples. His cock was still hard.

“Please, Calum,” she whispered from her place on her knees. Her tongue flicked out to lick his member. She knew he couldn’t resist her this way.

“Up you come, then. Climb on.” With a smile, she rose and did so, sinking down. She stopped, and they both groaned.

“Full,” she grunted. “So tight.”

He bent his head to her chest, worrying her nipples. One hand smacked her bum. “Ride me, lass.”

Throwing back her head, Phoebe rode her husband, letting her body take over. She was a wild thing, fast and free, and safe in her husband’s strong hands. She shook her breasts at Calum and his hands went to them, his fingers plucking at her nipples to guide her pace. At the sharp pain, her cunny clenched tight, and Calum’s whole body responded, bucking hard and stiffening as he came. Her mouth curved in satisfaction as she watched him come undone.

If only she could always feel this way: beautiful and powerful and strong. She’d spent her life cringing in the shadows, hiding away, and it was only in the dark bedroom, lost in the arms of her man, that she felt truly herself.

“You were a good girl today, Phoebe,” he told her when she lay in his embrace afterwards.

“Thank you.”

“I’m going to plug you every day now, and when you’re ready, I’ll tease you until you beg me to fuck your ass. What do you think of that?”

She caught her breath. Taking him inside her bottom hole seemed so naughty, but his words made her excited, though she didn’t want to admit it. “I don’t know.”

He chuckled. “Then we’ll have to find out.”

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