A Sorta
Fairytale
by Emily
McKee
Genre: Erotic/ Contemporary
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Date of Publication: January 6th,
2015
Word Count: 58,000
Book Description:
I have my own sorta fairytale.
Only thing is that it’s with two
people.
Thomas Braxton and Alex McNeil.
They know I’m not with them completely. They know I have another. Everything
else is pointless… useless.
From the moment I met Thomas and
Alex I’ve thought if only I could blend them together? Thomas’s sexual
endeavors. Alex’s sensitivity and passion for life. Then I would have the
perfect person.
But perfect is overrated.
It doesn’t exist.
Plus, it’s not at all interesting.
And my relationships with Thomas
and Alex?
Well that’s a story for the ages…
Excerpt:
Pulling something
from a drawer, you turn around. “Oh, I know you do, but I’m talking about
this,” you say waving something back and forth in your hand.
“A blindfold?”
You grin. “Mhm.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” you
counter. I don’t say anything else as you walk over to me. “Can I?”
I’m curious, so I
say, “Sure.”
You laugh as you
place the blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t act so excited about it.”
“I’m excited,” I
say. “But I’m a little on edge.”
“You’ll like it.
Trust me.” Placing a finger to my chest you gently push me back. “Lie down,
Stella, and enjoy it.”
I can’t believe
how nervous I am. I know it’s you. I know you’re the one fucking me, but not
having my eyesight right now keeps me on edge. Makes me wonder what you’re
going to do and when you’re going to do it. I don’t know where you are, so I
listen and I smell. I listen to your feet as they walk across the hardwood
floor. The smells of sex take over my whole body. Your sweat. My arousal.
“What are you
thinking?”
I try to control
my breathing and beating heart. I wonder if you can see how nervous I am.
Probably. But I know it’s just you. “I don’t know.”
“Are you nervous?”
“A little,” I
answer honestly.
“Why? It’s just
me.” The second the words leave your mouth, a finger trails up my thigh, and I
jump. “Whoa.” You chuckle. “Easy, Stella. Remember. It’s. Just. Me.”
Letting out a deep
breath, I laugh. “Okay.”
“Now, Stella. I
want you to spread your legs apart.”
I listen. I don’t
say anything, just try to let all of my other senses take over. The bed dips,
and I feel you crawling up the bed and resting in between my legs. Your lips
leave little kisses up the insides of my thighs. They cause goose bumps, my
nipples to tighten, and my body to tremble. Times ten. The darkness. I like it,
a lot more than I thought I would. We’ve never done this before, and I’m
surprised it’s taken this long for us to do it.
Your arms move
under my legs, pulling me closer to you.
“Whoa.” I giggle,
surprised when you don’t say anything. I lift my head, forgetting I have on a
blindfold, then feeling stupid when I realize I can’t see you. “Thomas?”
“Sssh,” you
whisper.
Sucking in a deep
breath, I release and rest my head against the mattress once more. Even though
I’m blindfolded I close my eyes and keep them that way. Torturously, your
fingers touch right above where I need you, trailing along. My hips jump, and
you laugh. “Thomas?” I whisper, but again there’s no answer. Just a long, wet
lick from you and a moan from me.
I think you’re
going to give me time to get used to it, but you don’t. Instead, you grab my
hips and pull me down to you, keeping a firm grasp on me. “Oh my god,” I start
to say, but it comes out as a loud moan when you suck my nub into your mouth
and push a finger, then two, into me. My walls tighten. My belly flutters. My
chest rises and falls. The feelings I was experiencing before the blindfold
quickly wash over me again. Gripping the bed sheets, I scream your name as you
begin to push me over the edge. “Oh my god!” My back arches, my hips push up
further into your face, needing even more pleasure.
“That’s right,
baby. Come for me.”
My body stiffens.
Your voice. It’s not where it should be, and I know I still shouldn’t be
feeling a mouth on me when I hear you say that, but I can’t push away. I’m too
far on the edge. Quickly, my body relaxes. “Oh my god,” I moan louder.
“That’s right,
Stella. Come for me baby. Show me.”
“Fuck,” I mutter,
now grinding against the mouth of someone else—someone I don’t even know.
The bed dips by my
head and familiar fingers run through my hair. You breathe into the crook of my
neck. “Come for me, baby.” Once more the bed dips, and I feel your legs on
either side of my face. “Suck me,” you moan. Velvet hardness pushes against my
mouth. This time I know it’s you. Cold metal pushes against my chin. A Prince Albert.
I was surprised when I first saw it. I would’ve never thought you would have a
cock piercing, but it’s so exciting and dangerous. Pushing your cock into the
crook of my lips, you moan, “Suck on me, Stella.”
The stranger continues to fuck my sex. Just
that alone is too much to handle, but then I have you. You want me to fuck your
cock with my mouth. All of this. It’s dangerous and enticing. Licking my lips,
I take you into my mouth. I have a firm grip on your ass, keeping you where I
need you. Where you want to be.
“Oh, fuck,” you
say. I keep in rhythm with the stranger. When the stranger sucks hard, so do I.
When the stranger slowly moves fingers in and out of me, I slowly move my mouth
back and forth against your cock.
“Oh, fuck,” you
say again. “That’s right, baby. You keep fucking my cock with that beautiful
little mouth of yours.” Keeping a firm grip on your ass with one hand, the
other maneuvers its way in between my mouth and your cock. I grab and give a
hard squeeze. Swiftly, you bend over and grip my hair in your hands. “Relax
your mouth, Stella. I’m going to fuck it now.”
I release my hold
on your ass and grip the bed sheets. It’s like you and the stranger have one
mind. You fuck my mouth with wild abandon while the stranger sucks on my sex.
“Smack me when
you’re going to come, Stella,” you demand. With that, the stranger goes wild,
pulls my hips up further, dips another finger into my opening and sucks my nub
harder. My eyes stay closed, but then I feel the blindfold rip off. “Open your
eyes. I need to see you when I come in you.” Tears run down my face when I open
my eyes. “Fuck, Stella. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
Pushing my legs
further apart, the stranger dips a finger into my other hole. My eyes start to
close when you grip my hair. “Keep them opened,” you grit through clenched
teeth. I listen, but it’s so damn hard. This feels so fucking good. “I’m going
to tell you to come, Stella. You hear me? And when I tell you, you better come
all over the place.” I nod. I can’t speak with your cock fucking my mouth.
Ramming your cock in and out a few more times you groan, “Come, baby.” And with
those two words, I do. My body shakes and unwinds as I feel hot spurts of cum
spill into my mouth. “Holy fuck,” you growl.
I smack at you.
Wanting, needing to push you off of me. You listen and slowly slide your cock
out of my mouth.
“Holy shit!” I
scream. The stranger continues to ram fingers in and out of me, sucking hard on
my nub. “Fucking shit!” My body shakes uncontrollably. “F-f-fuck.” The stranger
continues to keep a mouth on me but begins to slow down. I place a hand over my
head as I try to control my breathing. Then before I know it a laugh escapes
from my throat and I can’t stop.
“That good?” the
other voice asks, and I gasp.
I feel like a little
kid playing hide and go seek. You know you’ve been caught in the closet, but
you keep your eyes closed. If they can’t see you, then they haven’t found you.
“What?” You laugh.
“You’re not going to say anything after I gave you that fucking amazing orgasm?”
I breathe in and
out a few times before my orgasm is completely over. Dropping my arm to my
side, I sit up. My eyes are still closed. I just need a few more seconds to
prepare for the face I’m about to see when I open them. Slowly, I open my eyes
and see who is staring back at me with a wicked grin. “Hey, Stella.”
Taking in a deep
breath, I mutter, “Hi, Alex.”
About
the Author:
For the past 21 years, I have been
a planner and an organizer. I always needed things a specific way and then
everything changed for me. I've always had a vivid imagination and thoughts
racing through my mind. I realized that life is way too short to let things
pass me by, because in the blink of an eye everything could change. So I
decided to just live in the moment, taking every chance and opportunity led my
way. No second thoughts and just going with the flow.
I decided to put the fictional
characters and the conversations going on in my head to paper. I know, it makes
me sound crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I've embraced crazy and
hectic and last minute because it's led me to making my dreams a reality.
When I'm not writing Happily Ever
After's I'm reading about them and living one. I think this world is filled
with too much sadness already we don't need to read about it as well. I write
because I love it and I've allowed my imagination to run wild and be crazy and
free. Just like me.
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/EmilyMcKee1206
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