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Sunday Snog

Sunday Snog

 

Another Sunday another Snog, here you go, let’s not waste time this is an action-packed moment…

Grand Slam

 

Travis’ meaty cock was inches from my mouth. Thick and hard, lined with several dark, bulging veins and topped with a shiny head that invited licks. And lots of them.

I was stunned by his daring action, yes. It was way beyond what I thought would happen today. But equally at war with my shocked state was a glut of longing that had pooled inside me, dampening my panties and spiking my nipples. If this was wrong, how come it felt so right?

I stared at the way he held the shaft in his palm, stroking his thumb over the length and then into the rim. Caressing, fondling himself, as if showing me what he liked.

I swallowed and could almost taste him. The scent of his body was swimming around me, hot and vital, testosterone-soaked male, lacing my nostrils and tongue, winding its way into my lungs and down my throat.

“Now suck it,” he said, the words seemingly being dragged out of his throat on a crest of lust.

Suck it!

Saliva pooled in my cheeks, my heart thudded. Had I imagined the words?

I glanced up at his face and adjusted the position of my knees on the floor. I felt so small down here. He was looming over me, casting his big shadow over me.

“Suck me off, Marie, now.”

Okay, I heard that all right. And there was something in his voice, his tone, that expected to be obeyed. No, make that demanded to be obeyed.

I swallowed again, leaning closer and parting my lips. A shiver of excitement rattled up my spine and I felt a rise of goose bumps on my nape.

He clenched his fists at his sides. I noticed his knees lock and then I took him into my mouth.

He sucked in a breath.

I didn’t hear it release as I reached for his hips, gripped and sank him deep, taking him swiftly to the back of my throat. I adored how he filled my mouth, slotting onto the base of my tongue, the head of his erection as smooth as silk yet as hard as granite.

I paused with him as far down as I could take him, created a suction then rippled my tongue against his hardness.

“Ah yes, that’s it, perfect,” he said, resting his hands gently on my hair. “Just like that, Marie. Oh, yes, such a good girl, such a good psychologist.”

Psychologist.

Fuck, that word was like a steam train tearing through my conscience. What the bloody hell was I doing sucking off a client? Not just any old client either, but Travis fucking Connolly, world-famous tennis star.

I pulled back, let him pop from my mouth and scooted away, right until I felt the wooden side of my table against my shoulders. My breaths were hard to catch, my vision blurred. I’d always prided myself on my professionalism, but this, Jesus, this really took the biscuit. Oral sex in my office. Oh my God.

 

Sunday Snog

Sunday Snog

 

A big welcome to Sunday Snog, this week another sexy smooch from Grand Slam, taken from midway through the book. Pucker up!

Grand Slam

 

 “So now things are different between us, shall we try something?” The softly-softly approach was really hard for me, clearly at odds with my natural personality, but I wanted Marie so badly that I’d deal with it. For now. Besides, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be much of a Master would I? And I prided myself on being experienced and skilled when it came to Domination.

“O-okay,” she replied, fiddling with the hem of her blouse.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you. It’s just a little experiment, nothing else. Just to see how you feel. If it floats your boat, so to speak.”

She gave me what could only be described as a relieved smile. I reached forward and put my fingers beneath her chin, lifting her head. Then I closed the space between us and did something I’d been dying to do for days—I kissed her. I had an ulterior motive too. I wanted to use her reaction to me kissing her to gauge what to do next, what I thought she’d be able to take.

Her lips were soft, supple, and she opened them to admit my tongue almost instantly, causing my semi-erection to grow quickly into a full one, which pressed insistently against the crotch of my jeans. Aching for her.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me, resisting the temptation to grind my cock against her. She’d know damn well how hard I was without me doing that. I wondered if she was getting wet, whether the gusset of her knickers was damp. Because of me, because of what we were talking about. What we were doing.

She slipped her arms around my waist and I did a mental cheer. She was definitely into this, into me, and the little moans issuing from her throat emphasized that fact, boosting my confidence and rendering me capable of what I did next.

I pulled away from the kiss, leaving her gasping with spots of color on her cheeks and fully dilated pupils. She looked amazing, perfect, and I wanted her so much it hurt.

“Okay,” I said, “now get on your knees.”

My breath caught when, after the slightest hesitation, she did as I asked, dropping to her knees on the plush carpet. Before she changed her mind, I reached down and undid my jeans, then pulled my cock out of my boxers, pointing the head in her direction.

“Now suck it.”

My heart pounded as she looked up at me, an inscrutable expression on her face. She appeared frozen, stunned by my bold move. But that was okay, I was good at giving orders. “Suck me off, Marie, now.”

 

 

Sunday Snog – Grand Slam

Sunday Snog

Grand SlamGrand Slam is back with another Sunday Snog, woohoo! As the name suggests, Sunday Snog is where a snippet from a published work, WIP or to-be-published work is shared to give readers a taste, and hopefully make them hot under the collar 😉 Once you’ve checked out this super snog from book one in the Raw Talent series, be sure to head back to Blissekiss and check out all the other awesome kisses. Enjoy!

The TV cameras were on us, capturing our joy and love, but I really couldn’t give a shit. Someone could have thrown a rotten tomato or an egg at my head in that moment and it wouldn’t have bothered me. All I could think about now was ensuring that Marie was sitting in the sidelines for every single tennis match I played for the rest of my career.
Finally I stopped spinning and put her down. I cupped her face and kissed her hard, possessively.

The yells of the crowd were deafening. I was giving my fans a treat by showing them a little of the man I was off the court. And why shouldn’t I? Marie was part of me now, she’d become ingrained in my soul, in my life. I was happy to share my fortune in finding her.

She was returning my kiss with equal ardor. After not nearly long enough, I had to stop, because although I was used to crowds and cameras staring at me, tennis shorts did absolutely nothing to hold an erection in check and I didn’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure or something. That would dampen the mood somewhat.

Pulling away, I murmured, “We did it, Marie. Thank you.”

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Sunday Snog – Grand Slam

Sunday Snog

Grand SlamGrand Slam is back with another Sunday Snog, woohoo! As the name suggests, Sunday Snog is where a snippet from a published work, WIP or to-be-published work is shared to give readers a taste, and hopefully make them hot under the collar 😉 Once you’ve checked out this super snog from book one in the Raw Talent series, be sure to head back to Blissekiss and check out all the other awesome kisses. Enjoy!

By the time the elevator disgorged us onto our floor, I was buzzing with excitement. The adrenaline was still pumping through my veins. I walked swiftly down the corridor, Marie close behind, then waited as she put the keycard into the slot on the door. After a few seconds—which felt like forever—the light flashed green and we barged into the room.

Flipping the lock behind us, I dropped my bag, pulled Marie’s from her shoulder and tossed it on top of mine. Then I leaned down and captured her lips, pushing my tongue between them and delving into her warm, sweet mouth. I slipped my arms around her and cupped her delectable—and probably still tender—buttocks, pulling her tightly to me. I didn’t know if the gasp she emitted into my mouth was because I’d yanked her so hard or because her arse was indeed sore. Either way I was happy so I continued to kiss her with a fierce desperation.

Eventually though, we had to come up for air. Her dark eyes flashed, the pupils wide. That, her pink cheeks and her expression told me that she was just as turned-on as I was.

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Sunday Snog – Grand Slam

Sunday Snog

Grand SlamGrand Slam is back with another Sunday Snog, woohoo! As the name suggests, Sunday Snog is where a snippet from a published work, WIP or to-be-published work is shared to give readers a taste, and hopefully make them hot under the collar 😉 Once you’ve checked out this super snog from book one in the Raw Talent series, be sure to head back to Blissekiss and check out all the other awesome kisses. Enjoy!

I cupped my hands around her face and gave her a kiss so heartfelt that it made my cock stir in my shorts and my heart pound so hard I thought it would explode from my chest. “You, my darling, have nothing to be scared of. I will never, ever, intentionally hurt you, except in the bedroom, of course.” I winked at that so she couldn’t mistake my intent. “And as I’ve already said, I will make you happy or die trying. I fucking love you, Marie Sherratt. Will you just give me a chance? If it doesn’t work out and we end up wanting to throttle each other, at least we’ll have tried. And we’ll never know otherwise, will we?”

She grabbed my head and pulled me back down for another kiss. Her tongue swept into my mouth with such ardor that blood filled my cock at an alarming speed. If she didn’t stop soon, our conversation would be over because I’d throw her on the floor, grab another condom from the drawer and fuck her until she screamed.

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Sunday Snog – Grand Slam

Sunday Snog

Grand SlamGrand Slam is back with another Sunday Snog, woohoo! As the name suggests, Sunday Snog is where a snippet from a published work, WIP or to-be-published work is shared to give readers a taste, and hopefully make them hot under the collar 😉 Once you’ve checked out this super snog from book one in the Raw Talent series, be sure to head back to Blissekiss and check out all the other awesome kisses. Enjoy!

“Crap, that’s too good,” he groaned, suddenly spinning, forcing me to release him. “You want me on my knees again?”

He kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth, sweeping around ’til he found mine.

I gave as good as I got, holding him to me tight, again not caring about water or cum stains on my dress.

Another shiver of pleasure attacked his body and I squeezed him to me tighter.

He slid his fingers into my hair, holding me firm as his kiss intensified. I hadn’t orgasmed but I was tingling all over, my knees weak, my breaths hard to catch.

Eventually he pulled away but kept his lips hovering over mine. “You’re making me break rules,” he said with a shake of his head.

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Sunday Snog – Grand Slam

Sunday Snog

Grand SlamGrand Slam is back with another Sunday Snog, woohoo! As the name suggests, Sunday Snog is where a snippet from a published work, WIP or to-be-published work is shared to give readers a taste, and hopefully make them hot under the collar 😉 Once you’ve checked out this super snog from book one in the Raw Talent series, be sure to head back to Blissekiss and check out all the other awesome kisses. Enjoy!

He latched on to my neck, kissing, biting, sucking. I arched for more, more of everything he could give me and was thankful for his solid weight preventing me from completely losing myself.

“Ah yeah, babe,” he groaned, releasing my neck and nibbling his way toward my mouth. His breaths were blowing like a gale, his chest rising and falling hard against mine. “I think we can safely say… You’re a most excellent student.”

I giggled, found his mouth and kissed him, hard, passionately, thoroughly, to show him that I absolutely approved of his teaching techniques. There was no one better than Travis Connolly. He was number one in the world at more things than just tennis.

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Sunday Snog – Grand Slam

Sunday Snog

Grand SlamIt’s time for Grand Slam‘s first Sunday Snog, woohoo! As the name suggests, Sunday Snog is where a snippet from a published work, WIP or to-be-published work is shared to give readers a taste, and hopefully make them hot under the collar 😉 Once you’ve checked out this super snog from book one in the Raw Talent series, be sure to head back to Blissekiss and check out all the other awesome kisses. Enjoy!

“O-okay,” she replied, fiddling with the hem of her blouse.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you. It’s just a little experiment, nothing else. Just to see how you feel. If it floats your boat, so to speak.”

She gave me what could only be described as a relieved smile. I reached forward and put my fingers beneath her chin, lifting her head. Then I closed the space between us and did something I’d been dying to do for days—I kissed her. I had an ulterior motive too. I wanted to use her reaction to me kissing her to gauge what to do next, what I thought she’d be able to take.

Her lips were soft, supple, and she opened them to admit my tongue almost instantly, causing my semierection to grow quickly into a full one, which pressed insistently against the crotch of my jeans. Aching for her.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me, resisting the temptation to grind my cock against her. She’d know damn well how hard I was without me doing that. I wondered if she was getting wet, whether the gusset of her knickers was damp. Because of me, because of what we were talking about. What we were doing.

She slipped her arms around my waist and I did a mental cheer. She was definitely into this, into me, and the little moans issuing from her throat emphasized that fact, boosting my confidence and rendering me capable of what I did next.

I pulled away from the kiss, leaving her gasping with spots of color on her cheeks and fully dilated pupils. She looked amazing, perfect, and I wanted her so much it hurt.

Grand Slam is released on the 23rd August. In the meantime, why not add it to your Goodreads shelves?