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Marlo Peterson
I Want to Feel You Inside of Me: Volumes 1-3 (BW/WM Erotic Romance)
I Want to Feel You Inside of Me: Volumes 1-3 (BW/WM Erotic Romance)
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We’re always intrigued by the sexy combination of ebony and ivory. And this series of erotic romantic thrillers will take you on a ride. The reader is taken on three chapters into the life of Yolanda, a woman who lives the entrepreneurial life as an owner of a beauty salon.
Her world is turned upside down, when a handsome white gentleman with style, class and chiseled good looks enters her salon. He offers to take her out for a night of drinks after a long day of work, and they end up back at his place downing a bottle of Moscato. They lick, suck and taste each other all night, and Yolanda’s hard day is a thing of the past when she’s taken by this gentleman, and rides him like the ebony goddess that she is.
Throughout their relationship, they unleash a dastardly sex tape revenge plot, go toe-to-toe with Yolanda’s ex-boyfriend and his new girl, explore each other’s parts, holes, mouths and ahem throats, have sex in public, on a motorcycle and on the side of the road while cars whiz by at 90 miles per hour.
This is their first interracial fling, and they’re riding this baby until the wheels fall off.
Volume 1 EXCERPT:
Yolanda placed her drink onto the table in front of them and laid across Travis’ lap. She wiggled her butt a little to tease him, and could tell that he noticed.
Travis’ hands reached under her work shirt, and all of Yolanda’s troubles seemed to go away. His rigid, ultra masculine hands moved in circles across the small of her back, loosening up the tightness in her muscles.
It caused even more tightness between her legs, as the feeling of his hands against her smooth, soft back was beginning to make her horny.
“You got a nice touch,” Yolanda said, putty in Travis’ hands.
“You don’t know the half, love,” he said.
Just as Yolanda loosened up, she felt a pair of soft lips on the back of her neck, which caused a wave of heat to flow through her body. Her skin stood up and her body was suddenly sensitive to the touch.
“Mmmm, baby. What you doin’?” Yolanda purred.
“Nothing you don’t want me to do,” Travis said, opening his mouth to allow his tongue to glide across her neck.
She loved the wetness of his tongue and how soft it felt against her. His sweet touch was like therapy and her pussy ached for him to fill it.
Volume 2 EXCERPT:
“Revenge is exactly what I have in mind,” he said.
A smile flashed across Yolanda’s face. She didn’t know what he had in mind, but something told her it would be good.
When Yolanda pulled up to Travis’ house, she was a bit excited. The last time she was here, they had one of the best fuck sessions of her life, and she hoped they’d go for round two once they were done with whatever plan he had in mind.
She rang the doorbell, and Travis answered it almost immediately. When he opened the door, Travis had a devious smile.
“Come on in, hurry,” he said.
Yolanda smiled and the anticipation was killing her.
“I’m glad you came over looking great, because we’re rolling,” Travis said.
Yolanda followed him through his house but was confused.
“Rolling?” she asked.
“What does that mean?”
As they got to Travis’ bedroom, he motioned for her to follow him inside.
When Yolanda walked in, she saw expensive looking camcorders set up facing the bed.
She looked to Travis, and he winked an eye.
“Lights, camera, action, baby,” he said.
Volume 3 EXCERPT:
“Oooh, yeah. Spank that ass, daddy,” Yolanda cooed, as she melted into a puddle of erotic bliss.
Her naked ass was exposed to the summer breeze while she straddled the sexiest motorcycle she had ever seen. Meanwhile … Travis was straddling her.
He had just purchased the bike and they were christening it. What began as a road trip turned to a sexy, impromptu fuck session on the side of the road. Darkness had just fallen, so there was a good bet that the cars that whizzed by on the freeway were able to get a free show of her juicy, brown ass.
Their fling had reached new, steamy levels, and Yolanda was so fucking horny that she could cum right then and there when she felt Travis’ firm palm slap her across her naked booty. She was glad that she decided to keep the motorcycle helmet on, because in this moment, she felt like a bad ass, sexy biker bitch.
Her world is turned upside down, when a handsome white gentleman with style, class and chiseled good looks enters her salon. He offers to take her out for a night of drinks after a long day of work, and they end up back at his place downing a bottle of Moscato. They lick, suck and taste each other all night, and Yolanda’s hard day is a thing of the past when she’s taken by this gentleman, and rides him like the ebony goddess that she is.
Throughout their relationship, they unleash a dastardly sex tape revenge plot, go toe-to-toe with Yolanda’s ex-boyfriend and his new girl, explore each other’s parts, holes, mouths and ahem throats, have sex in public, on a motorcycle and on the side of the road while cars whiz by at 90 miles per hour.
This is their first interracial fling, and they’re riding this baby until the wheels fall off.
Volume 1 EXCERPT:
Yolanda placed her drink onto the table in front of them and laid across Travis’ lap. She wiggled her butt a little to tease him, and could tell that he noticed.
Travis’ hands reached under her work shirt, and all of Yolanda’s troubles seemed to go away. His rigid, ultra masculine hands moved in circles across the small of her back, loosening up the tightness in her muscles.
It caused even more tightness between her legs, as the feeling of his hands against her smooth, soft back was beginning to make her horny.
“You got a nice touch,” Yolanda said, putty in Travis’ hands.
“You don’t know the half, love,” he said.
Just as Yolanda loosened up, she felt a pair of soft lips on the back of her neck, which caused a wave of heat to flow through her body. Her skin stood up and her body was suddenly sensitive to the touch.
“Mmmm, baby. What you doin’?” Yolanda purred.
“Nothing you don’t want me to do,” Travis said, opening his mouth to allow his tongue to glide across her neck.
She loved the wetness of his tongue and how soft it felt against her. His sweet touch was like therapy and her pussy ached for him to fill it.
Volume 2 EXCERPT:
“Revenge is exactly what I have in mind,” he said.
A smile flashed across Yolanda’s face. She didn’t know what he had in mind, but something told her it would be good.
When Yolanda pulled up to Travis’ house, she was a bit excited. The last time she was here, they had one of the best fuck sessions of her life, and she hoped they’d go for round two once they were done with whatever plan he had in mind.
She rang the doorbell, and Travis answered it almost immediately. When he opened the door, Travis had a devious smile.
“Come on in, hurry,” he said.
Yolanda smiled and the anticipation was killing her.
“I’m glad you came over looking great, because we’re rolling,” Travis said.
Yolanda followed him through his house but was confused.
“Rolling?” she asked.
“What does that mean?”
As they got to Travis’ bedroom, he motioned for her to follow him inside.
When Yolanda walked in, she saw expensive looking camcorders set up facing the bed.
She looked to Travis, and he winked an eye.
“Lights, camera, action, baby,” he said.
Volume 3 EXCERPT:
“Oooh, yeah. Spank that ass, daddy,” Yolanda cooed, as she melted into a puddle of erotic bliss.
Her naked ass was exposed to the summer breeze while she straddled the sexiest motorcycle she had ever seen. Meanwhile … Travis was straddling her.
He had just purchased the bike and they were christening it. What began as a road trip turned to a sexy, impromptu fuck session on the side of the road. Darkness had just fallen, so there was a good bet that the cars that whizzed by on the freeway were able to get a free show of her juicy, brown ass.
Their fling had reached new, steamy levels, and Yolanda was so fucking horny that she could cum right then and there when she felt Travis’ firm palm slap her across her naked booty. She was glad that she decided to keep the motorcycle helmet on, because in this moment, she felt like a bad ass, sexy biker bitch.
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