The featured Stocking Stuffer story for today is Bareback Christmas by Sierra Brave. I’m looking forward to this story and so should you.
Christmas, big, beautiful woman Scarlett was supposed to get an engagement ring, but instead she caught her boyfriend in bed with another woman. Heartbroken and humiliated, she rents a cabin in the mountains to spare the family her Yuletide misery. In the cabin next door, Davis Banks takes one look at Scarlett and knows he’s found a woman worth mounting. Ho! Ho! Ho! If Scarlett will open Davis’s package—and if she doesn’t freak out when she finds out the cowboy has a huge secret—she might just have a Merry Christmas after all.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
An adult paranormal romance from Ellora’s Cave
Squirming, Scarlett moved her hands back to his chest and pushed away. “Stop.”
Breathing heavily, he slid his hands out from under her shirt and took a step back, his face awash with disappointment. “So…sorry.”
Grabbing the sides of her shirt, she turned her back to him as she lifted it over her head and dropped it on the floor. Closing her eyes, she lost her breath as his arms encircled her, pulling her bare back to his chest. His hands roamed her upper body, rubbing and squeezing her jiggly mounds over her lacy black bra. Her mouth opened, involuntarily releasing all manner of primal noises as her nipples stiffened beneath his touch. Wet lips pressed down on her shoulder just beside her bra strap before teeth grabbed the thin line of fabric, scooting it down and allowing him to get a handful of freshly exposed breast. She quivered in his arms, moaning and cooing with pleasure and melting into his chest. Her head rested against him and she lifted her chin, turning her face slightly. He dipped his head back down, kissing her swollen lips. As their smooth, velvety flesh connected, a tiny electrical shock urged her mouth open for their tongues to entwine. Her body sweltering, she reached up, wrapping an arm around his neck and fingering his soft, light-brown mane. Her belly turned a somersault as a large bulge pushed against her rear.
She gasped as both bra straps were snatched down so quickly, the cups flipped upside down over her tummy, releasing her breasts in a flurry of jostling. Repositioning, she slipped her arms completely free of the garment before returning one arm to wrap around the back of Davis’s neck. His tongue twirled against hers, working her senses into a frenzy. A breast in each hand, he lovingly stroked the pink protrusions with his fingertips. Pulling out of the kiss, she panted wildly, desperately attempting to catch her breath. The tingling and throbbing between her thighs was nearly unbearable. Turning to face Davis, she buried her face in his chest and he stroked her hair.
“You’re such a pretty filly.”
As nicknames and terms of endearment went, it wasn’t exactly her favorite but she was too worked up to balk. Rubbing his rear end, she brought her palms up to his belt, scooting her fingertips around until they lingered just over the buckle. As she started to unfasten it, Davis placed a hand over hers. She looked up, catching his gaze.
“You’re asking for it, pretty lady,” he said.
Huffing and puffing, she finally caught her breath. “That’s because I want it.”
About the Author:
Sierra Brave is a southern girl with a love for fantasy fiction and well-written yarns that celebrate the humor in everyday life. Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she first read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.