I promised a raunchier excerpt, so I give you…

 

This title is near & dear to my heart. Remember that religious family I spoke of in my first post? Abel’s story in some ways mirrors my decision to make my life my own, believing what I wanted rather than what I’d been raised to put my faith in. Publishing Abel’s story was my way of standing on my own two feet and letting the world I no longer gave two sh**s.

I hope you enjoy a taste of the freedom Abel found.

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Keywords: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, BDSM

Be Warned: BDSM, restraints, sex toys, anal sex, spanking

 

A young man of religious fervor and self-control, Abel Beiler has every intention of honoring his parents and being baptized into the Amish church. The woman with red curls and flashing green eyes in the back of a convertible, however, makes Abel wonder what life with the English might be like.

He strives to withstand temptation, but the memory of the woman he yearns to dominate, coupled with the explicit images in his cousin’s filthy magazine, threatens his restraint.

Red, his sinful obsession, haunts his shameful dreams and becomes a secret part of his life. When faced with truth beyond faith, Abel must decide where he belongs—with the Amish community, or the woman who owns his heart.

 

What people are saying about Abel’s Obsession

 

?”?With an original storyline, complex and interesting characters, and smoking hot scenes, I wasn’t disappointed. This story is well-written, well thought out, and well researched.” – Goodreads Review

?”Deliciously steamy! Don’t forget an extra pair of panties for this one! One of my favorites for 2017!” -Behind Closed Doors Book Reviews

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A Raunchier Excerpt…

 

I took a moment to savor the sight of her—red curls spilling around her creamy white shoulders, flashing green eyes nearly overcome by black pupils. Large, pert breasts, nipples hard and tempting to my teeth. She stood topless, while I wore nothing but my shirt.

“I know you want to take control, so do it.”

I glanced up to meet her steady gaze, my c*** interested and ready to finally feel what I had been craving for six years.

“Lay your hands on me,” she purred. “Have your way with me. Freedom, remember? No restrictions. If I want you to slow down or stop, trust me to let you know.”

My pulse raced, but I found my hands steady as I reached out to run my fingertips down one of her breasts.

“I can see it in your eyes, Abel. Tell me what you want.”

What I want … what I’ve always wanted since that day…

“Take off your clothes and lay down on the side of the bed.”

One of Dani’s eyebrows raised, but there was no fear in her eyes at my command—only curiosity.

“I’ll be right back.” I hurried back into the living room for my suspenders. My fingers held surprisingly steady as I unhooked them from my trousers.

When I returned, I found Dani had obeyed. I stalked across the bedroom, my focus on the red curls between her thighs. “Slide closer.” I didn’t recognize my rasped, low voice. “Legs bent, heels on the edge of the bed.”

Dani scooted toward me and lifted her legs, her position opening her inmost secrets for me. Pink and glistening plump flesh … and a protruding nub at the top beneath a beautiful red bush.

Saliva rushed to my mouth as I continued to stare between her legs. “I’m going to tie you up.”

“I trust you.”

I ran my hand along the top of her foot, up and over the front of her leg. Pausing to grasp her knee, I spread her wider. She didn’t resist. A droplet of moisture clung to the bottom of her opening, and more than anything I wanted to lick it free, see if she tasted half as gut as the intoxicating scent filling my nose.

Self-control. Something I felt had slipped through my fingers years ago. Determined to enjoy every second and prolong my first time with Red, I focused on the work ahead of me rather than the need throbbing in every inch of my body.

I wrapped one of my suspenders around her leg, snuggly attaching her ankle to the back of her thigh. “Is that too tight?”

“No,” Dani whispered, her attention glued to my face.

Within a few seconds, I tied the other leg in the same bent angle. “Keep your legs spread, arms overhead.”

“Mmm.”

Kneeling before her, I breathed deep and took mental image after image of her pink folds, red curls, and glistening flesh. Mine, I thought, running a blunt, calloused fingertip up through her wet folds.

Her hole contracted, but I moved upward to her clit, circling as she lifted her hips.

“Keep still.” I ran my finger back down and pressed into her dark wetness one knuckle at a time, slow and easy. Her muscles clamped down on me, and the thought of her doing that to my c*** drained the blood from my head.

Needing to finally have a taste, I leaned in and traced the plump flesh around my finger with my tongue, her tangy musk coating my lips. I swallowed the wetness I had captured, forever making Dani a part of me. Satisfaction coursed through me, and I licked up to her clit, pressing my finger in as far as it would go.

“Oh.” Dani groaned, her hips lifting once more.

I bit down on the hard nub, and she jolted with a sharp inhale.

“My God.”

Wrapping one arm around her leg and placing my hand on her stomach, I held her still beneath my exploration—nibbling downward, sucking her labia into my mouth with enough suction to make her whimper.

I removed my slow thrusting finger and slid it down to rub over her puckered hole. “Has anyone taken you here?”

“Once,” Dani whispered, trying to raise her hips against my hold.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

Wiping my finger on the sheet, I leaned in and licked from her a** to her clit and back down again. On my second journey upward, I suckled and nibbled until she squirmed in my hold.

I stood between her spread, trembling thighs. Pink flushed her chest, eyes half-lidded, hair tangled, arms overhead and shaking like her legs…

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all of my life,” I said, wrapping my hand around my c***. Looking down, I realized my shirt hindered my view. Taking care not to rip my gut shirt, I undid the buttons and pushed it off my shoulders.

My c*** bobbed mere inches away from the mystery I had contemplated and dreamed of for years.

“Please take me, Abel,” Dani said, her gaze flitting over my upper body. “You’ve proven you’re an oak, but I need you. Now.”

“W-what about protection?”

“I’m on the pill and clean as a whistle. Now get inside me. Please.”

Grasping her knees and pressing them wide again, I stepped close, dropping my attention to the distance closing between our bodies.

I waited for the span of three heartbeats. Waited for the voice I had always begged to hear commanding me to stop, but only Dani’s “please” rang in my ears.

The head of my c*** brushed against her wetness, my own pre-cum adding to the slickness easing my way in as I pressed forward, inch by slow inch, teeth grit to keep from exploding.

Tight. Hot.

“Holy …” I groaned. Nothing at all like my hand, nothing I could ever have imagined—fifty times better.

Seated deep inside of her, I held still and inhaled a deep breath. I could stay here forever.

Dani fidgeted beneath me. “Move, Abel. Please.”

I backed out, relishing every sensation of her body clutching at me, flutters attacking my chest, heartbeat thumping in my ears … weakness in my knees. My attention glued to my c*** as I withdrew to the tip, our combined arousal coating every inch. I pushed back in faster than the first time.

“F***,” I ground the word out again as Dani clamped hard around me.

She propped up on her elbows, watching same as I did where our bodies connected. “So hot. God damn, I knew you would feel this amazing inside of me.”

I pulled out and thrust deep, our combined moans edging me toward losing the self-control I held onto with a loosening grip. Slamming into her over and over again, I lost my focus to the tightness gripping me—how perfect she felt—how I wanted to see my cum leaking from her.

“So tight.” I groaned, words pouring from me unheeded. “So sorry … so wrong, but I need. Need.”

“Harder.” She gasped and lay back again, arms overhead and grasping at the bed linens. “F***. Me. Harder.” Each word flew past her lips with each thrust of my hips.

My body took over, and I abandoned to my desire, grunting and cursing as my balls slapped against her ass. I gripped her knees tight, my fingers digging into her as she reached between her legs, her finger flicking her clit back and forth.

“God, Abel. Yes. Oh, yes! I’m coming!”

Her body clamped around me like a vice and she cried out my name again, her back arching off the bed.

Too much.

My orgasm ripped up through my legs, into my spine, and rushed from my balls. I spurted deep inside of her twice and forced myself to pull out, needing to mark her—see my cum on her. Another two spurts shot over her clit and labia as a strangled groan escaped me, tremors ripping through my body.

Dani’s legs shuddered in my hold as her p**** contracted, dripping my cum from her hole.

Heaving for breath, I stared.

This.

This is living … this is satisfaction.

 © Lynn Burke 2018

 

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~Lynn

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Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

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