Please welcome my guest blogger, Silke Ming with POSSESING HIS CLAIM.
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Although Mason and Katie
Oliver are happily married, there is still a void in the bedroom. When Mason realizes
that all is not well with his competition, Ridley Construction, he persuades
Bridges, the youngest of the Ridley clan, to join his company, but Mason has an
ulterior motive. Bridges, however, takes the bait, but like Mason he too has an
ulterior motive. He is still head over heels in love with Mason’s wife, Katie.
After a birthday celebration, Mason invites Bridges to their home, where the
three end up together in bed.
Mason’s construction projects
are being vandalized, and when Katie is kidnapped, they know that Rock Ridley,
the eldest Ridley clan is the culprit. He plans to rape Katie in the presence
of Bridges and Mason. The plan is foiled, and Rock is sent to a mental asylum.
Bridges moves into the Oliver home with Katie and Mason, where they continue to
enjoy their alternative lifestyle.
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STORY
EXCERPT
“Sometimes
I wonder if I allowed Rock and Jeff Ridley to abuse me because I was looking
for a father figure,” Katie said. “Although I was in love with Bridges and
considered him to be my boyfriend, I had the feeling that Rock loved me. I
really did. He knew I was in love with Bridges, but yet he made me feel like a
woman. Wanted, desired, and needed by a very wealthy man. I knew what Rock and
Jeff were doing to me was wrong, but it was better than going home to be
ridiculed by my mother. They made me confident. They were my best friends, and
when other people gawked at me because they thought I was a loose woman, they
always tried to cheer me up.”
“You didn’t
know your father, but I knew mine. He was right there in the same town with me,
and he wanted me. Yes, the Ridley patriarch had claimed me as his own. Me, his
illegitimate son. His wife threw me out like a piece of trash, but I grew up
loved and wanted by a woman I will never forget as long as I live, but know
what, Katie?”
“What?”
“We’ve got
each other now. I love you, and I know you love me, and I will never, ever give
you up.”
“The world
opened up for me when I met you, Mason. We both have unorthodox ways, but I
wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“You didn’t
say that you loved me.”
“Of course
I love you. I love you more than life itself.”
Mason drew
her closer, and his lips brushed against hers.
“I know
what I can do to make you feel better,” he said, slipping his hand between her
thighs. “We can continue where we left off. What do you say? Do you want me?”
“You know I
always want you.”
He ground
his hardness against her leg, setting her body on fire. Her eyelids grew heavy
with lust, and she gazed hypnotically into his eyes. She pushed her hand to his
manhood, hard and begging to be pacified. Her tongue washed over her parched
lips, and her body writhed against his. He thrust his tongue between her parted
lips, and she sucked greedily while his eager fingers found her pert nipples
and caressed them, bringing whimpers of delight from deep within her throat.
“Do you
want me?” he whispered again.
“Yes,
Mason. I want you.”
He slowly
undressed her, all the while showering her with kisses. She parted her legs,
giving him better access to her pulsing center, but her gaze never left his.
Sliding down her hot, steamy body, he didn’t stop until his head was lodged
between her thighs, and he administered long licks from her entrance all the
way to her throbbing clit.
She sucked
two fingers into her mouth, withdrawing them and licking on them, her moans and
his groans melting into a cacophony of sounds.
Mason gazed
down at his thick cock, the tip oozing with pre-cum, and brushed his thumb over
the purple, shiny head. He seemed to be in a hypnotic state as his tongue
darted out and licked his parched lips. His body jolted forward in
anticipation, and lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, he lowered his
head and stared into her pulsing core. He puckered his lips and blew a stream
of air onto her clit.
Her hips
lifted of their own volition, and she screamed out his name over and over
again.
“Yes,
sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”
He gazed
down at his cock, which was still begging for attention. He fisted it at the
root and pumped it vigorously.
“Is this
what you want?” he asked, running the broad head up and down her cleft.
“Yes,
Mason. Yes.”
“Where do
you want it?” he asked, climbing up her body and moving his cock in circles
around her swollen clit.
She was
being physically and mentally seduced, but her eyes remained on him. She wanted
that delicious cock that was at its most impressive when it was deep down her
throat as she sucked him and brought him to the sweetest orgasm, but tonight he
had other ideas.
His upper
lip was dotted with perspiration, and he stepped off the bed, bringing that
masterpiece on level with her lips. She watched as he continued to pump it, his
eyes closed, his legs parted, and his juices flowing over his fist like a
fountain of vanilla. Jerking and thrusting as each spasm took possession of his
body, he twisted and turned, continuing to beat the hell out of his cock. Now
exhausted, he stood there, his eyes closed, his hair glued to his forehead and
a peaceful look on his face. As if he suddenly remembered he hadn’t brought her
to an orgasm, he looked down at her. She had one hand buried between her
thighs, seeking self-gratification.
“I’m going
to lick you and keep licking you until you come and keep coming,” he said,
grabbing a handful of tissues from the nightstand and cleaning his hand.
He turned
his attention back to her, and she beckoned to him. He sank onto the bed,
lifted both her legs around his neck, and moved into the best position for
action. Licking, sucking, and fingering her, he didn’t let up until he heard
her moans and her cries. Writhing under him, her muscles wrapped themselves
around his hardness, squeezing it. He thrust into her without mercy and still
she begged for more.
She was a
vision of delight when she came, her mouth opened wide, but there was no sound.
The Scream! Yes, her mouth reminded him of that famous painting, and as
he visualized it, he wanted to plug that hole with his cock, but it would be a
little while before that would happen. They had both quenched their sexual
thirst, and their exhausted bodies lay strewn across the bed. Katie sprawled
wide like a broken doll, and Mason relaxed, his cock deflated and reclining on
his thigh.
“How do you
feel?” he asked, pulling on her long braid and holding her close.
“You’re the
best,” she replied, her lips inches away from his. “Love you.”
“I love
you, too, sweetheart.”
“Umm,” she
said, clinging to him.
“Why don’t
we go out to dinner and then spend a quiet night together?”
“I like the
sound of that,” she murmured.
* * *
*
Katie gazed
at her husband as she lightly touched his cheek with her fingertips. She loved
him. In spite of everything he had heard and had learned about her character,
he had married her. There was no doubt in her mind that Mason loved her. She
already knew his tastes in the bedroom were unusual and diverse—if bringing
your best friend to your matrimonial bed on your wedding day wasn’t unusual, what
was? In addition, he had shown proclivities for other unusual tendencies. She
wondered if Agatha’s strict upbringing had done anything to alter his
personality, or was it that deep down he was a true Ridley, even though they
hadn’t accepted him as one of them?
Her
thoughts turned to Bridges Ridley. She couldn’t get him out of her mind ever
since she had seen him on her short visit to Chapel Hills a few months earlier.
At that time, he had proclaimed his undying love for her, even though he knew
she was married to his half-brother Mason Oliver. Later that night at dinner,
he had also defended her against the harsh and cruel words of his brother Rock.
“Penny for
your thoughts,” Mason whispered.
ADULT
EXCERPT
Mason ran
his tongue around the center of her palm, making revolutions there, and then
licking the soft flesh between her fingers. One by one, he pulled each digit
between his lips, sucking them until Katie lost her ability to think. She
watched him intently. That tongue, that magical tongue had her squeezing her
thighs together to ease the ache on her swollen clit. How could she be so
turned on by watching him licking her palm? Yes, her faucet had been turned on
and the crotch of her panties was drenched with her moisture.
“I like
doing this to you,” he said, continuing the assault on her digits. “What else
do you like?”
“I like it
when you lick me, long and slow,” she replied breathlessly.
“You’re so
specific.”
“I know
what I like, and I like it when you lick me down there.”
He sat on
his heels, and still holding her gaze, he hooked his fingers into the sides of
her underwear and pulled them down over her legs. He parted her thighs, and a
look of hunger registered on his face. He was really hungry for her.
Featherlight, he traced a path up one thigh and down the other, intentionally
missing that raging fire burning out of control.
“Did you
like it when Bridges licked you?” he asked, his fingers still bypassing her
throbbing cleft.
“He never
did.”
Mason
stopped in mid-action, but her hips continued to form circles on the mattress.
“What about
the other two brothers? Did Rock or Jeff ever taste you?” he asked, touching
her clit for a split second.
“Never,”
she hissed. “Please, please, Mason.”
“Oh my
God,” he whispered. “Are you telling me the truth? Was I the first to introduce
you to this wonderful thing? You don’t know what you’ve been missing all this
time.”
“They liked
it when I did it to them, but they never did it to me,” she said, squirming.
“I promise
you that I’m going to make up for all that lost time.”
To Mason,
sex was like a drug. It was the food of the gods. His mind played around what
Katie had just revealed to him. He found it impossible to comprehend that no
one had ever tasted her precious flower, partaken of its nectar and the
fullness thereof. He would make it his lifelong ambition to keep her satisfied,
to ensure she was always happy, and there was no better time than the present.
He opened the first button of her blouse, and two full, ripe breasts made their
escape. Those two heavy mounds were on display only for him. He started a
torturous route beginning at her rosy nipples, puckered and standing at
attention, as he worked his way down. He slid off the foot of the bed, raised
her legs and eased her body down until her hips were on the edge of the
mattress.
Staring at
that beautiful flower that he would be the first to sup from, he massaged his
cock with long, slow, deliberate strokes, exposing his purple, velvety head to
her view with each caress. This caused her lips to pucker with anticipation,
and he pushed her ankles down beside her head until they resembled a pair of
earrings dangling from her ears. He planted his weight on her thighs to keep
them parallel with the bed, and falling between them, he settled in to dine,
dispensing small increments of pleasure at a time.
Ecstasy
rolled through her veins, touching each nerve ending and disrupting every
tender spot in its way. She could no longer contain her emotions, and her noises
filled the room. Lapping, sloshing, and gurgling sounds.
“Mason,”
she cried out as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her, coming to rest on her
throbbing clit. “Oh God, Mason,” she cried out. “Oh, Mason.”
“Tell me
what you want,” he murmured against her hot, pulsing pussy.
“I want to
feel my skin against yours.”
He got to
his feet, wrapped her legs around his waist, and fueled her with his stiff
cock, working it around her entrance and teasing her with it until she started
to beg.
“Inside,
Mason. Inside.”
Slowly he
inched it, oozing with pre-cum, inside her entrance, withdrawing it again and
rubbing it around her clit.
“Oh God,”
she begged. “Don’t torment me, Mason.”
“But I like
tormenting you. I love the way you look, Katie. Open, just for me,” he said,
staring into her pulsing pussy.
He plunged
his length inside her and withdrew it again, causing her to bury her head in
the pillow, her groans and moans pushing him to the verge to losing his load.
She moaned
loud and long, and each time he withdrew, his cock reappeared sheathed with her
nectar. As he moved in and out, he kept his gaze on the junction where they
were joined.
“You feel
so good, Katie. God, you feel so good,” he said, humping wildly. “Come for me,
sweetheart. Come for me.”
A muffled
cry erupted from her throat, and she came, arms flailing. Mason increased his
momentum, and his warm, salty spurts flooded her channel, and he collapsed on
top of her, his shaft softening inside her before slowly slipping out, covered
in her cream, and resting lazily on her thigh.
“I love
you, Katie. I love you so much,” he said, his head buried in her neck.
“I love
you, too, Mason.”
“That, my
love, was one stellar performance,” he whispered, “There’s something else I’d
like to know.”
“What?”
“I know
Bridges loves you. Would you sleep with him again if you had the chance?”
“Oh,
Mason,” she said, holding him close. “You’re my husband. I would, but only if
you wanted it.”
“You still
love him, and I know that you want him, and maybe he wants you, too. Am I
right?”
“Let’s not
talk about that now,” she said, rolling off the bed and heading for the
bathroom. “Let’s shower and have dinner.”
****
Interview
Q. Silke, you have already written about
seventeen books. You are given the chance to be one of your heroines, which one
would you like to be and why?
A. Sasha Santorelli! She is the heroine in
Sasha’s Temptation, Part 1 of the ‘Five Widows’ series. Sasha fell in love with
the exotic dancer, Jack Hammer who was less than half her age. Once she
overcame the problem of the age difference between them, love conquered every
aspect of her life.
Q. Would you be interested in a May-October
romance?
A. But of course! Think of all the wonderful things a younger
man could teach you... things that you had never dreamed of. However, for now,
that is out of the equation because I am happily married.
Q. Why did you become a romance writer?
A. I had
already written six fictional novels when I decided to try my hand at romance
... sweet romance novels like those
Barbara Cartland wrote. When I submitted my first book to Siren, which of
course was sweet romance, they said they were interested in my work, but I must
rewrite because they didn’t accept purple prose. Purple prose? I had no idea
what that meant.
Q. Now that you know what it means, do you
regret not being a romance writer like Barbara Cartland?
A. Not at all... Purple prose is sweet and
wicked, and those readers with a sense of adventure can read all about it
without leaving the safety of their beds.
Q. When you’re not writing Silke, how do you
spend your time?
A. I love gardening and right now we’ve got
beautiful weather in Canada, so I’m out there on the back porch
first thing in the morning watching the wildlife. I spend a couple more hours
puttering around in the garden and around two or three o’clock, I start to write. This lasts until
about ten pm,
when I shut shop to watch my favorite show – My Kitchen Rules – Australia.
Q. Your
latest book, Possessing his Claim, which is MFM, deals with a free spirit who
gives herself freely to three brothers.
Where did you come up with such a
sinful idea?
A. A very vivid imagination. That’s all it
takes.
Q. The last question Silke, are you working on
anything right now?
A. Yes, I am. It’s another MFM – They call her
Bella – It is about a homeless young woman who meets Mr. Right while
panhandling on a street corner.
Q. So Mr. Right, shall we say, may be just
around the corner?
A. Could just be.
Sounds like
another winner, Silke. Thank you.
Thank you
Elena.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Silke. :)
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