Title: Indecent Cravings: Part Four
Series: Indecent Cravings #4
Author: S.K. Cross
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: September 17, 2015
Blurb
Storm clouds are moving into Miami...
Jayd (formerly Abigail) is stunned at new revelations about Lukas Thorn, including a dangerous peek into his past. Once Lorena convinces her to see things differently, Jayd submits to her first week of "private training" at Lukas' Key Biscayne mansion.
As she continues her search for Karissa, Jayd senses evil forces moving in on both her and Lukas. An event soon forces her to choose whether she will return to her upper-crusty college world in Boston or continue her hot steamy new life in Miami permanently.
Do not read if any of the following offends you: Dirty talk, floggers, riding crops, anal sex, strap-on dildos, heavy ropes, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, tongues in places they probably shouldn't go, sensory deprivation, public humiliation, girl-on-girl, girl-on-guy, guy-on-two-girls, two-girls-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-guy, tease and denial contests, dominatrixes, and sex swings...all consensual and in the spirit of fun and personal growth. (Not all of these appear in this book but will be explored over the course of the series... and more!)
You have been warned.
Themes explored: Overcoming personal challenges, discovering one's purpose in life, inspiring people to live their own lives on their own terms, and refusing to allow others to control how you think.
Mature content. 18+ only. Book 4 of a multiple-part continuing series.
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Another sultry beat begins. I move around him. He spreads his legs on the stool as I bend forward and flop my hair over his naked knees.
I want to stop and bite them, but the hair flop is a tease Lorena’s choreographer taught me. As I steal a glance at his sapphire demons of eyes, I know I’ve had the desired effect. I swear I even see a twitch in those shorts.
Then I turn around and back up into him, making sure my denim cutoffs are as close to him as I can get without touching him. I sway from side to side, pulling them up tight so he can see the G-string of my thong, then pulling the top down just enough so that the top of my panties come halfway down my ass crack.
Then back up again. I spin quickly, waving my finger in a no-no stance, then placing my hands on my hips with an “underlook” and a sultry smile.
Twitch! I saw a twitch! That was a massive one. Well, naturally. He smiles while running his hands up the sides of his face into his hair. Hopefully, I’m making him want to pull it out right now. I’m a pretty talented twitch-reader.
Next thing I do is straddle him, my legs as wide as they go as I place my face near his crotch.
Then I draw a somewhat straight but sort of diagonal line up to his right ear with my head, making sure my perfume hits his nostrils with a flick of my hair.
It takes all of the effort I have ever summoned to not dive into that muscular pulsing neck as I reach his ear and drop a hot dollop of sweet girl breath into his acoustic cavity.
The next move is tricky. Lorena’s choreographer was emphatic about this point, that whatever I do as I rise above him I can’t touch him. It takes balance and precision. I fucked it up numerous times, but eventually got it right.
Here goes.
I shift my weight onto his thighs without touching his crotch. Then I move so my face rises from below his chin to the top of his head, looking him in the eye and then allowing the center of my breasts to fall right to his eyes.
Then, I lean back and remove my tank top, exposing my bra. Then I move forward to almost touch his nose while snaking one hand behind me and unlatching it.
The brilliance of this move is how the bra falls without him knowing it’s going to happen. One moment he’s looking at the piece of fabric between my two girls. The next, he’s looking at the naked spot between them, their mounds dancing around his peripheral vision.
Then I tilt my head and move to his right, landing another hot breathy whisper of nothingness to his other ear.
This time I feel the twitch. The choreographer would have deducted points for getting too close, but come on! It’s Lukas Thorn’s cock!
Sensations swirl around me, colors dance, and my breathing is heavy as his throbbing warrior presses against my thigh, up my taint, and up my backside.
Oh!
Oh my.
I want to stop and bite them, but the hair flop is a tease Lorena’s choreographer taught me. As I steal a glance at his sapphire demons of eyes, I know I’ve had the desired effect. I swear I even see a twitch in those shorts.
Then I turn around and back up into him, making sure my denim cutoffs are as close to him as I can get without touching him. I sway from side to side, pulling them up tight so he can see the G-string of my thong, then pulling the top down just enough so that the top of my panties come halfway down my ass crack.
Then back up again. I spin quickly, waving my finger in a no-no stance, then placing my hands on my hips with an “underlook” and a sultry smile.
Twitch! I saw a twitch! That was a massive one. Well, naturally. He smiles while running his hands up the sides of his face into his hair. Hopefully, I’m making him want to pull it out right now. I’m a pretty talented twitch-reader.
Next thing I do is straddle him, my legs as wide as they go as I place my face near his crotch.
Then I draw a somewhat straight but sort of diagonal line up to his right ear with my head, making sure my perfume hits his nostrils with a flick of my hair.
It takes all of the effort I have ever summoned to not dive into that muscular pulsing neck as I reach his ear and drop a hot dollop of sweet girl breath into his acoustic cavity.
The next move is tricky. Lorena’s choreographer was emphatic about this point, that whatever I do as I rise above him I can’t touch him. It takes balance and precision. I fucked it up numerous times, but eventually got it right.
Here goes.
I shift my weight onto his thighs without touching his crotch. Then I move so my face rises from below his chin to the top of his head, looking him in the eye and then allowing the center of my breasts to fall right to his eyes.
Then, I lean back and remove my tank top, exposing my bra. Then I move forward to almost touch his nose while snaking one hand behind me and unlatching it.
The brilliance of this move is how the bra falls without him knowing it’s going to happen. One moment he’s looking at the piece of fabric between my two girls. The next, he’s looking at the naked spot between them, their mounds dancing around his peripheral vision.
Then I tilt my head and move to his right, landing another hot breathy whisper of nothingness to his other ear.
This time I feel the twitch. The choreographer would have deducted points for getting too close, but come on! It’s Lukas Thorn’s cock!
Sensations swirl around me, colors dance, and my breathing is heavy as his throbbing warrior presses against my thigh, up my taint, and up my backside.
Oh!
Oh my.
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ALPHA BOOK CLUB REVIEW
**Received a copy in exchange for an honest review. Read and reviewed by Melissa for Alpha Book Club**
ALPHA BOOK CLUB REVIEW
Title: Indecent Cravings
Series: Craving, #4
Author: S. K. Cross
Genre: Erotica/BDSM
“It takes all of the foot I have ever summoned to not dive into those rocky chest muscles and chiseled abs as I reach his ear and drop a hot dollop of sweet girl breath into the spot between his ear and neck. He groans. I giggle.”
4 Erotic stars!! Let me start this off by saying I love this series so much, but I feel like this one wasn’t as hot and steamy as the others, but overall I thought it was great!!!
WARNING: This is NOT a story for prudes.
Jayd (formerly Abigail) is stunned at new revelations about Lukas Thorn, including a dangerous peek into his past. Once Lorena convinces her to see things differently, Jayd submits to her first week of "private training" at Lukas' Key Biscayne mansion.
As she continues her search for Karissa, Jayd senses evil forces closing in. An event soon forces her to choose whether she will return to her upper-crusty college world in Boston or continue her hot steamy new life in Miami.
This is the one with: Lukas Thorn's Biscayne Bay mansion, Cynthia the pelican, Ani-L the anal girl, Rylan's first appearance in the white Testarossa, the Hyannis clambake, Santiago vs Rylan on the Rickenbacker, Lukas Thorn cooking while licking, the Senator's speech, Chad's proposal, Addison's confession, Scarparelli 's challenge, Fiona at the LGBT center, the flat tire, and Clarissa with Tippy the snake on TV.
Do not read if any of the following offends you: Dirty talk, floggers, riding crops, anal sex, strap-on dildos, heavy ropes, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, tongues in places they probably shouldn't go, sensory deprivation, public humiliation, girl-on-girl, girl-on-guy, guy-on-two-girls, two-girls-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-guy, tease and denial contests, dominatrixes, and sex swings...all consensual and in the spirit of fun and personal growth. (Not all of these appear in this book but will be explored over the course of the series... and more!)
Now that Jayde is back in Lukas Thorne’s sights, how long can she stay there?? Will her jealousy of an ex ruin everything that she’s worked so hard to get?? Lukas is now training Jayde to be his Sub but there’s rules, he isn’t exclusive to her and she can’t get upset by this. She finds this extremely difficult. Not only is she being trained, she’s also trying to find out where her friend has disappeared off too, making plans to head back home to Boston (she can’t avoid her family forever), and trying to figure out what’s so special about Lukas Thorne’s ex. While Lukas is off to New York for the weekend she heads home where she finds out a huge bombshell. That cliffhanger was insane!! I love the characters in this book and it has all kinds of humor which is nice!! Such a fantastic series!!
**Received a copy in exchange for an honest review. Read and reviewed by Melissa for Alpha Book Club**
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