It's Halloween and Lucy's husband Graham has once again
disappeared with his red haired mistress. But, before Odessa
Lucy is a distraught until she gets another unexpected knock on
her door. It's Mark Lewis, her husband's co-worker and the one man she's never
been able to resist.
What's the harm in just one more illicit night with Mark? Lucy
deserves that much, or does she?
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Excerpt: (general audience)
Lucy
peeled the wrapper off another chocolate and decided she’d take off her stupid
store bought witch’s costume, pour herself a good stiff drink, and call it a
night after reading just one more chapter. No, on second thought why wait on
that drink. She poured a gin and ginger and then plopped back down on the couch
with her book.
The
heroine’s breasts were heaving in excitement over finally seeing the hero’s steely
shaft when Lucy was rudely interrupted by that damn doorbell.
She
sighed and placed the open book on the side of the couch, quickly adjusting her
pointy witch’s hat before opening the door.
“Trick-or-treat!”
A chubby little butterfly grinned up at her.
“What
a beautiful costume.” Lucy dropped one of the good chocolates in the little
girl’s plastic pumpkin treat bag.
“My
Daddy says I’m the prettiest butterfly ever.”
The
child’s bedazzled butterfly wings and rhinestone studded leotard and tights
definitely weren’t off the rack from the five and dime Halloween aisle. Someone
had put a great deal of work into crafting the perfect little girl butterfly
attire. Lucy dropped an extra candy in her pumpkin. “I believe he’s right.”
“Thank
you,” the little girl chirped. “Are you Daddy’s maid?”
“Excuse
me?” Lucy stammered.
The
little girl tilted her head and looked up at Lucy as if she were harshly
judging her store bought witch’s attire. “Mommy’s more pretty than you.”
“Prettier,
I’m prettier.” A tall redhead stepped out of the shadows cackling like a witch.
“That’s enough, Amalie. Thank the nice lady and go on to the car.”
“I
already did thank her,” the little girl said, staring up at her mom.
Lucy’s
smile evaporated as the redhead pulled off the mask and they locked eyes. This wasn’t just any redhead, this was her, Graham’s mistress
from across the bay.
Standing
there barefoot, Lucy guessed the woman to be even taller than Graham. If not
for her height, she would have been nothing more than a wisp of a girl in an almost
sheer chiffon buttercup yellow gown that clung to her lanky frame. She was all
hair and long legs with her red curls falling every which way in swirls of
crimson.
So,
this was the infamous Odessa and Graham’s illegitimate daughter; the
child born from an affair with her husband. Lucy searched the little girl for
traces of Graham and her breath caught in her throat when she recognized the
hawkish deep-set eyes behind the mask. The child wasn’t blond and she didn’t
have Graham’s dimpled smile. But, there was no denying the fact that from what
she could see the little one bore a striking resemblance to Graham’s mother.
She had his mother’s muddy brown hair and half-hearted smile.
“Amalie,
go to the car,” the redhead repeated.
Lucy
watched the little girl turn and go to a car she recognized all too well. There
was no mistaking the custom gold paint job of the Mercedes that had once been
owned by her husband. The child hadn’t flitted like a butterfly and she didn’t
slam the car door. She moved with the same self-conscious manner that often
left Lucy feeling like she’d been tiptoeing over eggshells, never doing
anything exactly quite right.
A
searing heat still crept across her chest all the way up to the tips of her
ears. Why at this moment of all moments, when confronted by the little trollop,
did she have to have a damn hot flash? Mother Nature’s nasty way of reminding
her of the years she had on the much younger other woman.
Lucy
took a deep shaky breath and looked right into the redhead’s too green eyes.
“You’ve got some nerve.”
“I
most certainly do.”
Excerpt: (explicit)
“Slow
down,” she shrieked, and not from pleasure. “You’re hurting me.”
“What’s
the matter? I thought you liked my big dick.” He stopped moving and grabbed her
by the chin, forcing her to look at him. “I’m sorry you’re used to Graham’s
puny little wee wee.”
She
pushed away his arms, barely moving until her pussy adjusted to the girth of
his cock. “Let’s leave Graham’s dick out of this.”
“As
tight as you are, I’d say he hasn’t gotten anywhere near your pussy since the
last time I had it. Four years is a long time to go without getting any from
the wifey.”
“Not
that it’s any of your business, but it’s closer to four months than four
years.”
“If
I had a wife as hot as you I’d be hitting it every night I came home.”
His
hand went to her sex and she started to relax as his fingers expertly
maneuvered to just the right spot. She closed her eyes, rocking back and forth
on his dick while his fingers rubbed away her inhibitions.
“I’m
guessing he still couldn’t find your clit even if I drew him a map.”
Lucy
slapped him across the face. She looked at her stinging hand, as surprised as
he’d been by the blow.
Still
working her clit, he used his other hand to pinch her nipple. “You want to play
rough?” he asked, “I’ll gladly oblige.”
She
tilted back her head, savoring the quick jolt of pain. That pinch unleashed
something in her. She ground harder against him using his cock for her own satisfaction.
His dick might have been a dildo for all she cared, and she used it as if it
were. He seemed to approve, meeting her thrust for thrust, while still working
over her clit with his finger.
Lucy
leaned forward offering him her breast. He teased her at first, taking her
right to the edge by lapping at her tits before biting down into the pale flesh
of her left breast just below her heart. It was as if something snapped all the
way to her very core. It wasn’t just an orgasm it was an awakening of sensations.
She
froze for a moment, so in awe was she of how damn gorgeous he looked lying
there beneath her. Their first time he’d been baby faced and handsome in a way
that made young fans swoon as he battled her evil husband and his even nastier
brother. By then she’d stopped going to the matches with Graham, but she’d
occasionally watch the highlights on TV, drawn to the all American good looks
of the man who fought her husband in the ring. She knew enough to know that
outside the ring they all got along. She wasn’t that naïve after all, but she
enjoyed that suspension of disbelief as much as any fan buying a ticket to the
matches.
Mark
smacked her ass, urging her to keep riding his cock. She gladly obliged,
trailing a hand across the plain of his chiseled abs as she arched her back and
subdued him with the strength of her sex. There wasn’t anything boyish about
him anymore. As he’d matured into his thirties his body had taken on a harder
edge and he’d bulked up with more muscle. It wasn’t just his body, Mark had a
tough mysteriousness about him that Graham had never possessed.
It
had to be that drink, she thought as she marveled over just how beautiful Mark
had become. Sex with him had always been amazing. But this, this was sensation
to the extreme. She could almost feel her lust for him pulsing through her
veins. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Nothing. It was all
so very real, yet totally unreal.
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About the Author:
Jezebel Jorge is a practicing
witch, medium, and a Reiki light worker. She describes her genre as Witch Lit -
Sizzle and spice and some things Not so Nice.
Unlike most authors, the Voices running amok inside her head are
sometimes spirits reaching out to tell their stories from the other side.
Ghosts like to embellish just as the living, but there is usually a bit of
truth entwined within her fictional stories.
She lives in Nashville , TN Odessa
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