FOREVER HIM
An Obsessed Novella
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance/Erotica
This is
not just a love story, it’s an obsession…
I can’t keep my eyes off the tall, dark, and confident man who stops in the coffee shop every morning. I want this stranger
more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before, even though I only know his first name.
As an author, my imagination is my ultimate writing tool, men like Kane my
muse. And the minute he leaves, I’m overcome with fantasies I can’t control and
my fingers fly across the keyboard … until one day, I almost snap. My
embarrassing outburst has me running out the door when he catches me and takes
me to his home.
Though it’s risky, I can’t resist him. And with
one kiss, he now owns me. This man will capture my sanity and trap it forever.
He’ll steal me one piece at a time until he possesses me completely. He’ll ruin
me for any other man. But I don’t want anyone else, for it’ll always be forever
him.
Note: All
books in the Obsessed series are stand-alone novellas. It is intended for
audiences over 18 years of age since it includes explicit sexual situations, including
BDSM.
Xcerpt:
He smells good. Dark spices, tangy. Right
then, I know I need to taste him. Does he taste like he smells? Like an exotic
dish that tantalizes my senses?
I inhale him deep into my lungs and say, “I
want to take you into my mouth.”
Without a word, he straightens and steps
back from me. If I thought his eyes appeared dark before, they’re even darker
now. Dangerous and stormy.
He’s no longer looking like a satisfied
kitten who drank a dish of milk. He’s back to that lion stalking his prey as he
watches me carefully, cautiously.
Most men I know would have had their pants
down and their cocks out before the offer was even finished. Not this man. He
stands stock still and studies me, making me want to squirm.
Then suddenly one corner of his mouth lifts,
and he offers me his hand. “We’ll skip the coffee.”
I ignore his hand and push myself off the
stool and drop to my knees in front of him. Right on the kitchen floor. I reach
for his belt buckle, and his hands fall to his sides as his stance widens. I
glance up his body and see him watching me quietly. His expression unreadable.
I will see what I can do to change that. My
fingers are trembling so I fumble a bit until I can unhook the buckle and
unfasten his slacks. I slowly slide his zipper down and stare at the juncture
of his open pants with anticipation. It’s like Christmas morning.
I’m ready to unwrap my gift.
Since his stance is wide and his thighs are
muscular and thick, his pants fall only past his hips. His boxer briefs are
blue like his eyes and, from what I can see, he certainly is going to be giving
me a very, very nice gift.
I swallow hard and try to control my
breathing as I run my fingers down the cotton covering his bulge. I want to see
him. I want to hold him, but I’m enjoying the anticipation of the unknown.
He doesn’t move or make a sound as I cup him
within my palm and feel the weight and heat of his balls tucked within his
briefs. I glance up again. Still no reaction. I slide my fingers in and along
the elastic waistband and slowly reveal what I’ve been waiting for.
My mouth waters at the sight of precum beading
at the crown of his cock. I dart my tongue out to capture it. The salty
goodness tastes like heaven, and my eyelids flutter shut. My pussy is wet and
clenching, desperate to have his hard length, his thick girth within me.
He tucks a finger under my chin and lifts my
face to him. “Look at me while you take me into your mouth.”
I do. My gaze never wavers as I wrap my lips
around the head. The only sign on his face is a slight movement, a very tiny
twitch near his right eye. Not the reaction I’m looking for. But I’ve only just
begun.
I wrap my fingers around the root of his
cock and squeeze. I can’t continue to look at him. I need to concentrate on
making him break.
Deeper and deeper, I take as much of him as
possible. My lips stretching, my tongue sliding, my mouth sucking. My eyes
flick upward when I hear a noise. I didn’t imagine it, but he still isn’t
showing me any reaction. He’s keeping himself together, his control solid.
Now more determined, I run my tongue up the
thick vein, capture the head in my mouth, suck harder, before lightly scraping
my teeth over the most sensitive area.
My own actions make me ache for him, wet for
him. Instead of stretching my lips, I want him to stretch me inside, fill me
completely.
I take another pass from the root to the tip
and his hips jerk. No, not a jerk, only a slight twitch. The man seems to be made
of steel. Immune to the wet heat of my mouth, the softness of my tongue.
Another twitch, another sound. He’s letting
his façade slip. His hands dig into my hair, pulling it tight, making my scalp
scream. I lift my gaze enough to see his eyes, now hooded, his lips slightly
parted. His fingers clench and unclench in my hair following the same rhythm of
my movement.
I slide my mouth up and down faster, and I
finally hear his breathing become ragged, shallow. I want to smile my triumph,
but I can’t since he remains hard and long and thick within my mouth.
His thrusts start small, shallow, as he
pulls my head towards him. I fight my panic as he bumps the back of my throat
over and over. I swallow and breathe through my nose, my eyes water. I relax my
throat, and I still can’t take all of him. It’s uncomfortable, but I want to
see him break. I want to be the one to bring a look of unadulterated pleasure
to his face. I want to hear him cry out my name.
As a tear rolls from the corner of my eye, I
peek up at him again. His eyes squeeze shut, his jaw tightens, his lips press
together. When a low moan escapes him, his eyes pop open, and he catches me
watching him. His eyes darken as he holds my gaze, his chest heaves as my name
escapes his lips.
And as his body tenses against me, he’s
about to fall apart. About to come undone.
“Lila… Lila… Lila,” he chants on each
breath. A raw sound escapes him, and then he grits his teeth and releases his
hot, salty cum at the back of my throat. He still has a death grip on my head,
holding me tightly as his cock pulsates on my tongue. And I accept all of him.
Because he’s mine.
He just doesn’t realize it yet.
JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic
romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage
angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.
Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up,
was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She
writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up
in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for
her newsletter here.
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