Thor (Recherché #1) (18 page)

Authors: L.P. Lovell

BOOK: Thor (Recherché #1)

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“Stand up and bend over.” I order

He stands up and bends over, grabbing the back of the chaise lounge firmly. “Spread your legs.” I tell him and he does without hesitation.

His cheeks spread and I get a view of his waxed balls and arsehole. I guess if you’re into this kind of shit then you need to make sure the grass is cut.

I squirt a generous helping of lube on The Destroyer, before putting some on my finger and smearing it along his crack, pressing against his hole slightly and going lower until I cup his balls, rolling them in the palm of my hand. He moans as I squeeze them gently and then release them.

I grab his hips, his hot skin burning against my fingers as I line up the purple cock and push forward, pressing against him until the tip of it disappears inside him. He drops his head forward, a ragged gasp leaving his lips as I push just a little more. I wait, letting him adjust. When I feel him relax completely, I slam home until my thighs brush the backs of his. A choked groan fills the air as he pants heavily, trying to catch his breath.

“Take it.” I tell him, my voice laced with warning. Of course he’s twice my size, and could tell me to fuck off easily, but he won’t, because this is what he likes, and I give it to him.

I give him a few seconds and then I move, pulling out and thrusting back in slowly. “Fuck.” He hisses, his back muscles tensing and rolling beneath his skin. I drag my nails over his back, relishing in the way he shivers, and then I grip his hips and I fuck him. Hard. The straps of the toy rub against my clit and a low moan escapes my lips. I fuck him until a thin sheen of sweat covers my body and he’s pushing back against me, panting and groaning whilst he fists his cock with one hand, his arm jerking furiously. I slow the pace, thrusting deeper, harder. The straps move over my sensitive clit again and again. He lets out a long guttural groan as every muscle tenses and then quivers violently. I keep going, so close to the edge of oblivion that I can practically taste it. My muscles clench and a bolt of pleasure rips through me making me see stars. I fuck him until he’s begging me to stop, slamming his hand on the back of the chaise like he’s tapping out. His legs give way and he collapses, laying on his back on the thick carpet, breathing heavily. His come is all over the chaise and the carpet, and I smile with a strange sort of satisfaction at having made such a mess.

Thank you!

Writing a book is never easy, but without you it would be pointless. Thank you for reading and thank you for taking a chance on weird British ginger.

I hope that you loved Georgia and Landon as much as I do. I’ll openly admit that this is a book I’ve been wanting to write for a while because I have a serious strap-on fetish. Georgia is totally my kind of chick.

If you would be amazingly kind and leave a review, I would be so grateful. Leg humps would be owed.

There are so many people to thank for helping me with Thor, so here it goes.

Stevie…thanks for your input and support. I know you wanted to stab yourself reading this. Lol.

Heather Roberts of Butterfly PR, my publicist and part time fairy godmother. Girl, you are the shit. Thank you for everything that you do.

Big thanks to Cassy Roop for not only designing another kick ass cover, but for being an amazing friend.

Thanks to my lovely formatter, Leigh Stone, for making this book look so pretty and professional.

Sarah-Jane: You are the best, best, best PA a girl could want, and an awesome friend. And your tits are amazing.

Huge thanks to Kerry Fletcher, Marika Nespoli and Michaela Duarte for all your pimping and sharing. I love you girls!

There are so many blogs and individuals who have helped me along the way and you are all hugely appreciated. There are a couple though who I just want to give a mention to.

Give Me Books and One-Click Addicts. I love you girls and I couldn’t do this without you. Mummy Kylie, organization queen and actual fucking goddess, thank you for your awesome PR and your ongoing support. You’re a star, and no one else can do what you do. Also, thanks to Missy and Devlynn for your fierce loyalty and your willingness to always help.

There are so, so many people who have helped me, and you know who you are.

I hope I haven’t missed anyone. Just know that anyone who has ever written a review, posted a teaser, or read any of my books...Thank you. Your ongoing support means the world.

Lauren Lovell is an indie author from England. She suffers from a total lack of brain to mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to anyone, and apologise for afterwards.

She's a self-confessed shameless pervert, who may be suffering from slight peen envy.

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