Thursday, August 25, 2011

Sexy Excerpt from The Doxy's Daybook by Sable Jordan

The Doxy's Daybook: A Friday in Two Acts
by Sable Jordan


Fresh Whet INK Publishing

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Blurb:

Call her Roz. All of her fans do...

Follow along with Rosalyn Patrice Hayes, a professional doxy. She's more than an actress, she's "a permanent affair." Every day, this southern-born beauty stars in a play she's also written and produced for an audience that doubles as co-star. It's a performance showing on a stage way off Broadway, the grandest stage of all—the hustle and bustle of life in New York. From the time the curtains go up until they go down you'll find yourself mesmerized by each deliciously naughty act.

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Warning: 18+ Only! This title contains erotic scenes, graphic language, anal sex, M/M sex, M/F/M sex, Cowboy sex, F/F sex, (sheesh, there's a lot of sex) umm...sex on a desk, sex toys, some light bondage, interracial/international sex, and a doxy with a smart mouth. Yep, that should cover it.


Excerpt:

With sultry eyes I watch him unroll the latex down his shaft, watch him fist the heavy rod in one hand while the other grips my hair. He slowly eases just the head of his dick onto my tongue. I lick it lightly, round and round the outside with the flat of my tongue, laving at the crown before my lips cover it whole.

He groans, feeds me a little more.

This game of hide-the-cock continues slowly with Jackson setting the pace. Each time I take more of him in he pauses to savor the sensation at the new depth. Finally, when he thinks my mouth is full, he begins to lift on my hair. I stop him, clenching my hands on his thighs and forcing more of him into my throat. He knows I’m going to, I know he wants me to, but he’s too much of a gentleman to do it himself.

“Oh, shit.”

Know your cue…

I pull back and push forward again, encouraging him with moans of appreciation for his massive dick. It throbs in my mouth like it has a heart of its own—thump, thump, thump—eager to drop the load he’s been carrying.

His hips move, just a tiny bit, and I bob a little faster before releasing him with a wet pop. Hand wrapped around the base, I stroke up on the shaft and bear down with my mouth. Jackson loves it; his hands rake through my hair and force my head down. He moves me faster, my hand moves faster, the slick, sloppy sounds of my mouth and soft little hums of delight spurring him on. He grows harder, is right on the verge of exploding, almost—

“Mr. Temple, line one.”

“Uhh-uhh,” he grunts, ready to jet.

I release him from my mouth, thumb and fingers grip tightly just beneath the engorged reddened head. When he comes he’ll be focused on nothing else but the velvety feel of my warm mouth on his dick.

Jackson slaps the intercom, barely able to control his anger. “I said hold ‘em.”

“It’s Darla.” Eva’s voice comes nervously through the speaker.

His hand chafes his jaw, frustrated, torn.

Clearing the desire from his throat, he lifts the receiver with surprising calm. “Hey, sweetheart, I’m in the middle of something. Can I call you back in a few?”

He listens to the reply from the other end; my hand starts to move. His abs clench and brown eyes glare down at me.

“Sure, I’d be happy t’…have your parents st-, uhh, with us…for a whi-….”

Jackson bats at me, tries to make me stop. My lips return to his cock, kissing the root, licking up his veined length. He fists my hair in his hand, tries to yank me off, but I shove him down all the way to the back of my throat, stuffing him in with an audible gag.

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