Today's Wicked Wanton Wednesday is all about me! LOL Self indulgent? Maybe... But with the third book in my Sweet Series due out on Saturday, October 15th, which is only 4 days away, so can you blame me?!?
This one is about Giada Trent, the bitch you loved to hate and saw get her comeuppance, but just a touch, at the end of Sweet Surrender.
Many asked, but Maddie, how do you make that awful woman lovable?
Hm... Good question.
My good answer is Ian Sheridan. That he's a hot, sexy, dominant lawyer type with a kinky side kind of helps, too.
But you'll have to be the judge if I've succeeded or not. I hope you enjoy the final chapters in my series.
Sweet Submission.
by Maddie Taylor
Release date: October 15th
Giada and Ian's story begins ten years ago on their wedding night...
Excerpt:
“I won’t be rushed. We only have
one wedding night and I intend to make it last,” he said as he lifted his head
and lightly dragged his chin, with its rough twelve-hour stubble, across the
sensitive peak.
“Your intent is to torture your
new wife,” she replied in a half whimper, only a few more licks or chin glides
away from panting.
“Yeah, that too,” he chuckled,
then surprised her by opening wide and drawing hungrily on the hard peak, but
drat him, it lasted much too briefly.
As he pulled away, she whimpered
in protest, then gave a little yelp when with easy strength, he flipped her
onto her belly. The short zipper at the small of her back gave way under his
insistent tug and he slid her dress over her hips and down her legs. This left
her in skimpy white lace-edged panties and the thigh-high stand-up stockings
with the wide band of matching lace around each thigh.
She wondered what he
thought of the small satin bows adorning the back of each thigh and the top of
her butt, also in white, but didn’t have to wait long to find out.
“Damn,” he growled. “It’s like
Christmas morning. And you’re messing with my plan to go slow and savor every
minute.”
“I’m not sorry,” she said,
angling her head and meeting his heated look over her shoulder. “If you ditch
your plan because you lose control, it’s all good for me.”
His fingers slid up the backs of
her thighs and over the curves just above them. With palms large enough to
encompass almost all of her cheeks, he began kneading her panty-covered bottom
as he leaned down and spread kisses along the small of her back, right above
one of the bows. This went on until her pussy was drenched with eagerness.
“Ian, please, hurry.”
“Sh, baby, there’s no need to
rush. We have all night.”
“I won’t make it that long.”
“Try for me.”
He continued to tease and push
her to the brink, then at long last, his thumbs dipped into the waistband of
her panties and he lowered the stretchy material, not in the swift tug she’d
expected, but instead, peeling them down slowly, bit by excruciating bit until
they rested below her bottom. His mouth returned and moved over her bare
cheeks, opening as he gave her slow, hot licks with his teasing tongue and
little nibbles with his teeth as he squeezed and molded the globes in his
hands.
Giada was nearly out of her head
with desire and raised her ass, seeking more. She would have spread her legs in
blatant invitation, but her thighs were bound together by her own panties.
“Take me, please, Ian,” she
begged, as she writhed on the bed beneath him.
His teeth sank firmly into the
fleshy part of one cheek as he brought his open palm down with a resounding
smack on the other. “Who’s in charge here, Giada? You or me?”
“You, but please, you’re driving
me insane.”
“I’ve heard a lot of insanity
pleas in my day, gorgeous, though never by means of delayed orgasm. I decide
when and how you come, and you’ll enjoy every fucking minute of it.”
She groaned as his thumbs dipped
between her thighs and separated her smooth lips, and when his hot tongue dove
inside and lapped her clit for a moment, before moving up to circle her weeping
opening, those groans became a keening cry of need.
“You’re sweeter than the icing
on our six-tier cake and more intoxicating than the Dom Perignon.”
He gave her
one more long thorough lick, ending with a flick on her pulsing bud, then sat
back on his heels. Giving her behind a little pat, he ordered, “Up on your
hands and knees, and spread for me. I plan to gorge myself on your sweet pussy
until I get my fill.”
Impatient, he helped her along
by lifting her hips as she scrambled to get in position. When her legs wouldn’t
part further, hampered as they were by the panties still tight around her
thighs, he whisked them down and off her feet. He was back between her legs in
a second, his thumbs parting her as with tongue, lips, and teeth, he devoured
every inch of her intimate flesh. Ian sucked on her clit until she screamed his
name, but before she could come, he moved up to rim the clenching opening of
her weeping channel, licking around and around, spearing inside and penetrating
deeply. The vibration from his hum of approval nearly set her off as he
consumed her, gorging himself as promised.
Again, when her climax was
within reach, he shifted, sliding higher until his tongue found the puckered
hole that he had yet to claim. In the past, he’d used his tongue, fingers, and
small plugs on her, much to her delight, but Ian was generously proportioned
and she’d shied away from letting him claim her virgin ass. He’d been patient,
yet vowed when she was at last his, she would belong to him fully, in every
way.
A ripple of trepidation ran
through her, knowing tonight was the night. She didn’t get to dwell long on him
stretching that untried part of her and taking the last of her innocence with
his impressive cock, because he paused yet again. This time he stood beside the
bed and stripped out of the rest of his tux.
“Don’t move,” he ordered huskily
as she started to turn to watch him. “There is no prettier sight than you on
your knees for me, that glorious ass in the air, legs parted wide, showing me
all of your pretty pink wetness.”
“I don’t know how much more I
can stand, Ian.”
“You’ll wait until I’m inside
you, baby.”
Then he was back on the bed, fully
naked behind her. As his hand on her hip steadied her, Ian slid the head of his
cock through her wetness. Then in one perfect glide, he plunged into her. Her
inner muscles clung to him as he began to fuck her in long, hard, purposeful
strokes. His hands on her hips guided her motions, pulling her into him as he
surged forward. “Beautiful,” she whispered.
“Yes, you are, Giada, fucking
beautiful.”
And then, as if his cock wasn’t
enough sensual torment, his thumb joined in. Dipping into her slit, he gathered
some of her plentiful wetness and transferred it to the tight hole in back that
he clearly intended to claim tonight. He circled the outer ring, spreading her
natural lube before pressing inward with deliberate slowness. At the first
knuckle he eased back, drew from her well of moisture again, and returning,
slid deeper. Giada tossed her head; his cock filling her pussy and his thumb in
her ass at the same time was like nothing she’d experienced—ever. More gliding
pressure and he was inside, the heel of his hand resting on one cheek.
She clamped down as the twin
sensations caused her to spiral out of control, flying up and apart as he
fucked and filled her, driving her over the edge into an indescribable
shuddering, convulsing climax.
As she quivered beneath him, Ian
withdrew and eased her onto her side. He leaned over her, his tongue delving
between her parted lips as he robbed her of what little air she had left. When
he raised his head, he said in a throaty growl, “You’re magnificent when you
come, Gi. For this next one, I want to feel you fly apart while I’m claiming
your ass for the first time.”
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He pulled out one of the chairs and sat, then patted his
thighs. “The consequences for not coming to me with your concerns, for not
communicating as we both said we would, and for breaking our agreement is
thirty swats.”
