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Hello out there all you wonderful erotica lovers! Merry Christmas if you celebrate it, and hey, Happy Friday if you don’t! Today I’ve got something WONDERFUL for you–my newest story available via Kindle Unlimited, “The Rock Star Forced Me.” This one is the SECOND in my “Virgin Heat” series which started with “The Quarterback Forced Me.”
This one is a hyper-erotic foray into the mind of a barely legal college babe as she interviews a massively studly alpha male rock star. He’s so masculine and misogynistic that her female brain can barely keep up, and she would write him out of her life forever if he wasn’t making her lips drool (BOTH sets of them).
But he wants more than she’s willing to give…and it’s not like he really needs her permission to walk all over her, in his mind. He’s a rock star stud, after all, and he takes what he wants no matter what the hot women around him say. And after he gets what he wants from the college babe, why, all of her fantasies start spilling out…especially those ones centering around her being his best breeder baby-factory, dedicated only to serving his cock.
This filthy erotic tale is perfect for anyone who loves tales with elements of virgins, barely legal babes, dubious consent/nonconsensual, rape fantasies, alpha males, group sex, threesomes, cuckolding, domination, and SO much more!!!
SO! If you’re in the mood for a super-duper erotic tale this Holiday Weekend, check out “The Rock Star Forced Me” today!
Here’s the Official Blurb:
Kayla is a hot-bodied college babe who has to interview wildly rich rock star Carson Poole, who is as arrogant as he is gorgeous. When she loses her cool over one of Poole’s sexist remarks, he reveals that can end her college career in a heartbeat, and leave her career hamstrung before it’s even started.
But Poole is, in his words, “a generous man.” He’s willing to forget Kayla’s blow up if she’s willing to do a different kind of “blowing.” Kayla has a boyfriend, but he’s always been a weak-willed wimp—nothing like the marble-bodied rock god propositioning her now. With her life in jeopardy, Kayla has no choice, and she’s forced to submit to every erotic, nasty desire the rock star has.
But her antagonistic heat toward Poole is based in a different kind of heat altogether—she’s really turned on by what a masculine, misogynistic male supremacist he is. And when Poole starts to let her taste what his mammoth member can offer, she can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have her fertile body filled with his virile product, pumping her tight entrance full of his heir-making seed…no matter what her loser wimp boyfriend at home might have to say about it.
Excerpt:
Stroking his cock is the most erotic thing I’ve felt since my first orgasm. I’m drooling as I stroke it—actually drooling. My saliva starts to layer on his cock head and it just makes my hand even more slippery on his cock. I’m stroking like crazy and getting hotter with every second.
I know I said I wasn’t going to try very hard. But fuck. That.
This is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, maybe the biggest cock I’ll ever see, and it’s so fucking beautiful that I have to stroke it nice and good. I have to treat this cock well. What if it doesn’t like me? What if this amazing cock thinks I suck?
I can’t have it.
Or, I mean.
I can have it think I suck. I suck really well, actually. Dylan never wants blowjobs because he’s the sort of weirdo who thinks they’re degrading. He doesn’t get aroused by “degrading women.” So I have to just pretend sometimes when I’m all alone.
But this right now is basically a license to do whatever I want. Poole is forcing me. And his cock is right there. And it looks so fucking delicious. All I’d have to do is give it a little lick—a small one, like that, oh fuck that’s good—and then another, and just keep licking, oh yum, and then keep going, fuck yes, yes, it’s so fucking delicious, and yumm yum yum oh fuckfuckfuck
Quickly my mouth envelopes his cock entirely and I’m sucking him wholesale. He seems surprised by the turn of events, but of course he doesn’t tell me to stop. Candice lets out a squeal of protest, but a quick look from Poole sets her straight in a hurry.
Only his pleasure matters to her. I’m quickly learning why.
His cock is the most delicious object in the world. I’m vacuuming my mouth, slurping him as I come up and moaning as I go down the thick, hard length, and I know he’s liking it. I’m so close to him as I suck that my tits are rubbing all over his balls, getting covered in my own saliva and his precum. Feeling innovative, I slide my tits forward and push them over the thick shaft. There’s enough of his huge cock to rest the whole thing inside my big titties while I suck on the head of his yummy god-like mancock.
“So fucking good,” I moan in disbelief. “So fucking good.”
“That’s right, slut.” He strokes my hair, enjoying himself completely. “Just a stupid cockslut like every other girl.”
I can hardly deny him. My mouth is full of his cock…
