eXcessively pleasurable fiction
from the sweet to the forbidden
eXcessica
romance
paranormal
Length: Novel
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Price: $4.99
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Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sex.
Sebastian can’t believe his luck when his gorgeous neighbor invites him up for dinner after he helps rescue her cat—but he can’t begin to fathom what he’s about to get into. While the two become fast friends—Katie doesn’t mind that Sebastian is a budding opera singer, and he isn’t bothered by her fifteen cats—usually shy, reticent Katie begins to undergo some rather unusual changes which alarm them both. When Katie’s temperamental boyfriend, Malcolm, steps on her last nerve, she finally snaps—and the resulting tragedy puts both Katie and Sebastian on the run, looking for the secret to the mystery Katie has become as they begin a cross-continent journey toward answers…and love.
EXCERPT:
“Thank you.” Those were the first words she said, and they startled him. He wasn’t sure if he’d been sleeping or not.
“What are friends for, right?” he asked. His voice was thick and he realized that his hand had found its way up under her sweater and was resting flat against her bare belly. He started to withdraw it, but she tucked her hand over his, pressing it there and then sliding it further upward.
“Oh, Katie,” he said and sighed. “No. Not like this.”
“Yes,” she said, sliding his hand up over her bra, and wiggling back against him. “Just like this.”
She turned in his arms, wrapping herself around him as her mouth found his. This was no chaste first kiss—her tongue probed deep and her hands grabbed at his t-shirt, pulling it out of his jeans, seeking skin.
“Katie,” he murmured, groaning when her thigh moved between his, rubbing there. He knew he should stop her, but the more she rubbed her soft body against him, the harder she kissed him, her mouth eagerly sucking and licking at his, the further that part of his brain seemed to get.
She shoved his t-shirt up over his head and he let her as she nuzzled his neck, biting there, her teeth sharp, making him wince. She was sitting up on him then, looking down with greedy eyes in the half-light, pulling off her sweater, unhooking her bra. Her body was everything he’d dreamed. The necklace that he’d given her swung between her high, pink-tipped breasts above her smooth, flat belly.
Part of him was still listening for Malcolm coming back up the stairs, but that part of him was losing focus, too. She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts, leaning over to kiss him, grinding her hips into his, denim against denim. God, the feel of her flesh under his hands, the way she moaned against his mouth when he squeezed her nipples, making her pelvis rock—he couldn’t resist.
He kissed her back, sucking her tongue into his mouth. Her belly undulated against his, and he rolled over onto her, unsnapping and unzipping her jeans. His cock was straining against the material as she rubbed her hand between his legs, scratching her nails there.
“Hurry,” she murmured as he tugged her jeans off. He couldn’t believe that she was wearing the very pink panties he’d seen in her hands the first day he met her, or a close facsimile. Her pubic hair was a dark patch underneath the pale material. If that wasn’t a sign—but he didn’t have time to finish the thought before she was peeling them off, exposing her soft, glistening triangle.
“Come on,” she whispered, grabbing the waistband of his jeans as he knelt between her thighs. She tugged at the snap, unzipping him, pulling them down his hips. It still wasn’t fast enough for her, and she knelt up, too, kissing him as she slipped a hand into his boxers, squeezing his shaft.
“Oh god,” he said, thrusting into her hand and pressing her to him, her breasts flattening against his chest.
“Mmmm.” She hummed against his mouth, pushing him back onto the bed and then pulling his jeans and boxers off. His cock was pointing straight up to the ceiling as she crawled up his legs on her hands and knees, her nipples grazing his thighs.
He groaned when she slipped the tip of his cock into her mouth and started giving him a hot, wet suck that seemed to go on and on. He couldn’t keep up with her—her hand and mouth and the eager noises she made. His breath came faster and faster, and his hand went to her hair, pressing in deeper. It just made her moan louder and the sound of her lust made him want to cum in her mouth.
He held back, his eyes looking for a distraction. He could hear purring, and saw Sassy, the white cat, lazing on the dresser and watching them with half-closed eyes. Her motor was really running, and I wondered if cats knew when humans were having sex, what they were really doing and feeling. Ah, that was better—thinking about that helped hold off his climax.
He could feel Katie’s nails scratching lightly over his balls, sending shivers through him. His eyes rolled back into his head as she continued to swallow his cock again and again, and he found myself petting her head, her hair soft under his fingers. Her tongue slipped underneath his cock as she sucked, running under the shaft, and then she used her hand, pumping as she slid her mouth further down.
“Oh, Katie!” he cried, feeling her tongue moving over the sensitive skin of his balls. She was lapping at him, long, rough licks that were working their way back up his shaft again. The skin there was tender, but her tongue was softly grating, almost irritating. The sensation was oddly familiar but somehow completely out of context. He couldn’t place it.
Jesus, what the hell was she doing?
His hand tightened in her hair, but there wasn’t anything to grip. He felt something softly pointed on the side of her head, moving, nuzzling, underneath his hand. When he looked down, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Katie’s eyes glowed a bright, luminescent green—that was the first thing he noticed and the one thing his mind seemed to want to stay focused on.
Blue. Katie’s eyes are blue.
His mind didn’t want to register the rest, and it was happening too fast for him to try to digest it. She slid her body upward, and he could feel the skin of her belly and breasts, and that was alright, in fact, that was incredible, but her thighs, spreading against his, were so soft—impossibly soft, really, like she was covered in some sort of velvety down.
What the fuck?!
“Katie?” The light in the room was fading, but he could still see her eyes, that odd luminous green, as she nuzzled her way up his chest. Her body was rumbling under his hands as she kissed him, her tongue rasping over his, and he realized with a sudden jolt that it wasn’t Sassy he’d heard purring—it was Katie! The sound quivered through her and seemed to be coming from between her breasts as they pressed hard into his chest.
She sat up on him and pressed his cock between them, trapping him between her pussy lips and rocking. He gasped, looking up at her, his breath gone, just gone. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t possibly be seeing—was her hair pulled back? No—it was gone, just gone. His brain tried to assimilate the transformation, but there wasn’t enough blood left there as Katie tugged on his erection, which was still like steel in spite of his shock—it was as frozen as he was.
It was the long, black tail he saw swishing back and forth behind her back that brought his breath back, in one long groan, expressing both the pleasure of her sliding herself down onto his shaft and his sudden astonishment and dismay. Katie was purring louder now as she began to ride him, making little kitten noises as she rolled her hips...
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