For mine, I’m featuring Lily. This book is white hot times two. Double the men, double the fun.
2nd Ed. Lily (Forever Wicked) by Megan Slayer
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
Page Count: 44 (Novella)
John and Michael never forgot how much they cared about their sub, Tiger Lily. She’s the one for them and they love playing with her. Now they’re ready to offer her their collar. No more waiting, they’re ready.
But is she?
Tiger Lily wants both her masters, but she’s convinced they want a toy, not a full time sub. She decides to test them and makes them prove their devotion to her. It’s a risky game of swapped control, but if things work out the way she plans, they’ll all end up satisfied.
For the hump… here we go!
©2017 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved
“First, I need to show you how important you are to me. Do you wish to
Did she? Hell, yes. “I do, Sir, and my safe word is wallflower, but I don’t want to
use it.” The words came so easily and from the heart. She scooted forward on the bench
and unbuttoned his trousers. With her gaze fixed on her work, she freed his cock from
the confines of his boxers and through the gap in his pants. A bead of shiny precum
glistened on the tip of his erection. Desire hit her at full force and she flattened her
tongue in his salty cream. A tremor wracked her body. What did he want her to do?
Suck him off in the stairwell? Sounded good to her. She opened her mouth wide to take
him in, but he stilled her by stroking her cheek with the pads of his fingers.
“Not yet, my pet.” He handed her a condom. “Put this on me first.”
Tiger Lily rolled the latex over his dick, then stroked him a couple of times. His
balls jiggled with each caress.
“Fucking Goddess.” John scooped her into his arms and held her flush to his
chest. “I can’t wait any longer.” He hiked her skirt up, baring her lower half to anyone
who potentially walked up the steps. “You make me crazy and needy. Two things I’m
scared to be.”
Tiger Lily nodded. She rather liked seeing him lose control, but then she craved
his domination. Right now, she just plain craved him. She wound her arms around his
neck and gave in to him.
“Take me, Sir,” she pleaded.
“I planned to.” He pinned her between the wall and his body and entered her in
one thrust. No finesse, just raw sexuality and need. She whimpered and rocked her
“Thank you, Sir.” She pressed her face into the crook of his neck. “Sir.”
“Look at me.” When she did, John buried himself fully within her pussy. He
looked into her eyes. “Feels so good inside you, pet. So good.” He kissed her, swiping
his tongue over her bottom lip. She gave into the urge to taste him and scraped her
teeth over his tongue. Tiger Lily swallowed his moan. His fingers bit into her ass and he
started to move.
When he fucked, John moved with gusto. No tentative loving for him. Nope.
Hard, quick thrusts against the wall, scraping her lower back with each insertion. The
pain didn’t bother her. She wanted more. Harder. Rougher. The springy curls at the
base of his cock tickled her clit, and she grabbed his shirt for a better hold. He kept one
arm around her waist and the other one under her ass. The bells chimed in time with
“My pet,” he chanted, between kisses. “Mine.”