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International Heat is taking over the Smutketeers’ blog and bringing the HOT stuff. Today, we continue the last day of “auditions” to see who will become the NEXT HONORARY SMUTKETEER!!!
The rules of the game are simple (think American Idol). Simply read today’s smutty excerpts and in the comments section, place your vote for that day’s smuttiest. Tomorrow, the winners from each day of auditions will compete for the top spot and will be crowned HONORARY SMUTKETEER (at least for that day)!
Anne Rainey is the author of more than twenty steamy romance books—most of which you’ll hide from your mother. From the first filthy scene Anne surreptitiously read, she’s been obsessed with sexy, muscular men and the women they’re intent on handcuffing and spanking.
Excerpt from So Sensitive
“Turn around.” Wade’s deep voice allowed no room for argument.
And still, Gracie pushed. “Why?”
Wade planted both hands on the counter beside her, caging her in. “Do as I said, Gracie.”
In that moment in time, Gracie knew the truth. Wade owned her. Irrevocably and completely. She would do anything for him. The notion sent a jolt of fear clear to her soul. No man should ever have such power over a woman.
On shaking legs, Gracie turned and faced the kitchen cabinets. Waiting, for what she didn’t know, proved to be a lesson in patience. It seemed like an hour passed before Wade spoke again. This time, his words had her pussy creaming.
“You lied to me, baby,” he whispered, his lips caressing the shell of her ear. “As far as I can see there’s only one thing to do about that.”
Gracie braced herself, anticipating the spanking she knew Wade would deliver. Only nothing happened. “Wade?”
“Hush, Gracie. I won’t be rushed.” When large hands cupped her buttocks and squeezed, Gracie groaned. “You wanted me for months, but you turned me down. Time and again. And then you have the nerve to lie about it to my face. That’s very naughty.” He caressed her through the denim, and Gracie knew a kind of torment she’d never experienced before. She ached to have his hard, callused hands against her flesh. Warming her with the erotic spanking she knew was coming.
Still, he took his time.
“So many times I went home after one of your rejections and was forced to take myself in hand. Do you know what that means, Gracie?”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. His hands kept petting and kneading. She shook her head from side to side, already losing the thread of the conversation.
“It means, my Fiery Angel, that I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock,” he whispered. “I had to wrap my own fist around it. Your image stayed in my head while I stroked. Your denials too. I came, vowing that someday soon it’d be your pussy I pumped full, instead of a damn tissue.”
“Oh, Wade,” she whimpered, as the image he’d created with his words flitted through her head.
“And finally here we are.” Wade’s big, warm hands cupped and massaged; he was driving her insane with his words and touches both. “I’ve fucked this tight little ass. I’ve filled your hot cunt. And you’ve taken me to heaven with that pretty mouth of yours. Unfortunately, you had to go and tell that little fib about not wanting me.”
“I-I can’t help it. I’m not used to feeling so…” She simply couldn’t put into words the way he made her feel.
“Vulnerable?” he helpfully supplied. Gracie nodded, knowing that’s exactly what had her so scared. “You think it’s any easier for me? You can’t breathe without me taking notice of it, Gracie. Everything about you fascinates me.”
Facing away made it easier to speak her mind, Gracie realized. For the first time, she let down the walls protecting her heart. “You’re too intense, Wade. I don’t know what to do with you half the time. I feel like a five-year-old going to kindergarten for the first time.”
“These are feelings we can work out. There’s no rush. I don’t need you to be a relationship expert. I only need you to be you. Open. Honest. Willing to embrace what we could have together.”
She had no words. Wade already knew how she felt about relationships, and reiterating it seemed pointless. Instead, she stayed silent and waited.
Several seconds went by before Wade murmured, “So stubborn. Soon you’ll see that I’m a good bet, sweetheart.” One strong arm wrapped around her waist. “Until then, there’s the little matter of your discipline.”
Gracie’s legs trembled as Wade unbuttoned her jeans. The zipper went down next. He pushed, and the material slid down over her hips to pool at her ankles. She felt him grip her panties and yank. The fragile silk tore in two. She moaned, more than ready to step out of her jeans and give him complete access to her body, but he stopped her with a hand on her hip.
“No. Stay still. I like you like this. Shackled at the ankles and at my mercy.” Wade rubbed his palm over one cheek and Gracie tensed. “God, I fucking love this ass. So round and creamy. I want to see it all pink, Gracie. I want you to have a stinging reminder of what happens if you ever choose to lie to me again.”
Gracie took a single breath, then yelped as Wade delivered the first hard swat to her bottom. She grabbed the counter harder and waited for the next, her clit throbbing and swollen, juices spilling down her thighs. She didn’t have to wait long before Wade’s palm came down a second and a third time.
“Reach down and play with your soft little pussy, Gracie. Do it now.”
Helpless against the sensual assault, Gracie did as Wade commanded. She slipped her hand between the counter and her body and cupped her mound.
“Fuck it with your finger, pretty baby. Get yourself off while I spank this ass.”
“Wade,” she moaned, even as she glided her middle finger into her hot, wet opening. So close. She could come so easily.
Wade slapped the left cheek of her rear two more times, then switched to the other and paid the same attention to it. Over and over, Wade alternated between hard and gentle swats. Soon, Gracie was begging and writhing, her finger deeply imbedded in her pussy.
“Damn, you’re hot,” Wade growled as he massaged the sting away with his palm. “So pretty. So naughty. You love this, don’t you? Admit it to me.”
As an answer, Gracie pushed her hips backwards, giving him better access to her ass. Her name passed his lips in a rough demand seconds before his hand landed on her stinging cheek once more. “Come for me. Let me see it.”
Given permission, Gracie moved her finger farther inside the heat of her pussy. Her body gripped the digit, sucking at her finger. Wade brought his hand down on her once more. Over and over. Gracie pumped herself faster, teasing her clit at the same time, while Wade delivered the stinging swats she craved. Unable to help herself, Gracie glanced over her shoulder. Wade stood behind her, his gaze on her ass, every inch the dominant male lover she’d imagined him to be.
Hi, I’m Mari Carr. I write erotic romance for Samhain and Ellora’s Cave. I love boxed wine, Words with Friends and rainy days. It’s been my dream to be a Smutketeer since I was old enough to read the words cock and pussy. When I was still in high school, I used to steal my dad’s Jackie Collins’ books, reading them with a flashlight late at night so my mom wouldn’t catch me. I was scandalized and mesmerized.
Today, for my audition, I’m sharing a piece from Happy Hour.
Trey threw his head back against the pillow as Grace felt each pulse of his cock, filling the condom. Jamie released her and Grace fell forward, Trey’s arms waiting to catch her, pulling her against his chest. Both of them were breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Trey’s now-soft cock was lodged within her, but neither of them moved to separate.
Jamie remained behind her and a small part of her wanted to turn her head, wanted to look at his face, but there wasn’t an ounce of strength left in her body to allow even that tiny move.
Trey recovered first as she felt his arms tighten around her waist. “Spread your legs a little, baby.”
She wanted to obey, but wasn’t sure she could manage. Once more, Jamie took care of her, gently pushing her legs apart. She and Trey gasped as the motion caused her pussy to quiver against his still-buried cock. “Do you want me to move so—”
“Leave it in,” Jamie said, though her question had been directed at Trey. “You have no idea how hot it looks, seeing you with Trey’s cock buried deep inside.”
Grace closed her eyes, imagining what Jamie was seeing and she was suddenly jealous of his position on the bed.
“This might be cold,” Jamie added and she gasped when she felt him squeeze some lube directly on her ass. His finger quickly smoothed through the sticky gel, gradually working it into the puckered rosette.
He moved into her slowly, but resolutely. Now that she’d made her request and tied it up with the trust bow, Jamie seemed intent on making the experience memorable. Eventually one finger became two and soon two became three. Each addition brought a slight pinching that was quickly soothed by more lube and Jamie’s whispered sweet nothings.
Trey remained relatively quiet during her initiation, stroking her back and occasionally pressing soft kisses to the top of her head. A couple of times he hissed quietly and she knew he was feeling a bit of what Jamie was doing to her as well. His cock jerked and though it was still mostly soft, she could detect it gradually starting to rejuvenate.
Finally, she heard the sound of a package opening and a few seconds later, the head of Jamie’s cock brushed against her ass. Part of her expected Jamie to ask her once more if she was sure, so she was surprised when his cock moved lower, missing her ass altogether.
Grace felt Jamie’s hand near her pussy and Trey jerked beneath her.
“Fuck, Jamie,” Trey’s voice was the perfect mixture of shock and question. “What happened to the part about not touching each other?”
Grace tried to turn, tried to see what Jamie was doing, but her view was obstructed by Jamie’s rock-hard chest, bending over her.
“Always wanted to try something and I don’t want your condom to fall off,” Jamie replied.
“So you’re holding it on?” Grace asked, her voice laced with amusement. No wonder Trey was gritting his teeth.
“This isn’t funny, Gracie.” Trey’s words pushed her grin to the forefront.
“Sorry,” she whispered, the word coming out with a giggle.
Jamie didn’t appear to be paying any attention to their banter, his thoughts consumed by his desire. “Push your ass up a little and tell me if this hurts, Grace.”
Contrary to his intentions, his cock was poised not at the entrance to her ass, but her pussy. She shuddered, her laughter dying, but she didn’t refuse when Jamie slowly pushed the head of his cock inside her cunt alongside Trey’s. He paused.
“This will only work until he gets hard,” Jamie said, and Grace was shocked he was able to speak at all. She took a deep breath.
Trey groaned. “If you’re serious about this, you better hurry up, Jamie. That hard cock thing is gonna come sooner than you might like. Can’t believe I’m letting you touch me,” he muttered.
Grace could feel Trey’s dick thickening and knew he spoke the truth. She also thought he wasn’t as turned-off by Jamie’s hand as he pretended. Jamie pressed in the tiniest bit farther, before moving back again. He gave three shallow, gentle thrusts before pulling out completely.
Grace was speechless, breathless and more turned-on than humanly possible. “No,” she said after Jamie retreated.
He leaned forward to kiss her back. “Trust me,” he murmured. “That was about to cross from pleasure to pain very quickly.”
As he spoke, she realized Trey was totally erect once more, his cock filling her to bursting. She nodded her head jerkily twice to let Jamie know she understood.
“I’m still not sure this…” His words drifted away and she appreciated his concern, his care.
“Please.” There was no way she could turn back now. Her body was a live wire, sparking out of control, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to contain the untapped power they’d released.
He didn’t speak again, his cock pressing against her anus, pushing in until the head was lodged inside.
Hiding behind the disguise of a stay-at-home mum of four didn’t fool anyone so now Rhian Cahill has decided to embrace her dark side. Now, Rhian and Mr. Muse spend their days having sex in every way imaginable, as many times as their stamina allows and in any place big enough for two, or three or more. It’s a tough life but someone has to do it. *grin*
Excerpt from Bondi Beach Boys
Sam walked in, his blond hair still damp from the shower, and Nate glanced at the clock
to see if they had time for a quickie. They had thirty minutes until show time, plenty to get his rocks off and remove the raw edge he currently rode.
“Drop your pants.” He growled the words as he stalked across the room.
“Like that, is it?” Sam smiled with that know-it-all grin that always got Nate’s demanding nature riled up.
“Yes. Drop ’em.”
Sam turned his back, pushed his hips back, and wiggled his arse. “Make me.”
Nate almost crash-tackled him to the ground. In record time, he had the button and fly of Sam’s pants undone and the gorgeous cock hiding inside in his hand. He stroked hard, the way Sam liked it. A moan slipped from Sam’s throat and Nate ground his erection into the curve of his friend’s arse.
“I know.” Sam broke from his grasp and pushed his pants down. He always knew how to soothe the savage inside Nate. They’d been friends long before they’d become lovers, and Nate still thanked the woman who’d shown them this other side of themselves. Fumbling with his belt, he struggled to control his trembling fingers.
“Jeez, she’s really got you on edge.” Sam brushed Nate’s hands aside and dispensed with Nate’s trousers.
“Good. We’re in the same place then.”
“No offense, but I’m gonna pretend you’re her when I bury my cock in your arse.”
“None taken.” Sam slid a condom down his length, sending fire into Nate’s balls and a shudder up his spine. “I’ll be doing the same when I fuck you.”
Nate laughed as he shoved Sam over to the table. “Hold on.”
Sam leaned forward, thrust his arse toward Nate, and gripped the table in front of them. Lining himself up with Sam’s puckered hole, Nate slid forward, his mate’s arse easily taking his thick cock all the way to the balls. He pulled out, pushed in. Hard and fast. Slam after slam, his thighs hit the back of Sam’s as he fucked him until the heat in his balls boiled over and he came in a rush.
“Agh…” The cry tore from his lips and he collapsed on Sam’s back.
“No time for rest yet.” Sam stood up, dislodging Nate from his resting place.
Nate pulled his spent cock from Sam’s still clenching hole. His legs were like rubber, so he turned and leaned his butt on the table. He wrapped his fingers around his softening length and removed the used condom.
“Too tired to stand?” Sam had the know-it-all grin going on again as he rolled a condom down his cock. “I can work with that.”
He grabbed Nate’s ankles off the floor and pushed them up, making him lie back on the table. Nate’s legs were tangled in his pants, but that didn’t stop Sam. He just pushed until Nate kissed his own knees and Sam could step into Nate’s waiting body. The position put his arse in line with Sam’s cock and he soon found himself on the receiving end of a good, hard and fast fuck. Muscles stretched to fit the thick rod driving into him. His sated cock was rejuvenated by the slide of Sam’s erection over his prostate. Much more and he’d be coming again.
As if he’d read his mind, Sam’s hand wrapped around Nate’s rapidly hardening cock and pumped, the harshness of the caress designed to drive him over the edge. Nate might be demanding and rough at times, but Sam liked to prove he could take him down a peg or two, and much to Nate’s pleasure, it seemed as though Sam was of a mind to do just that. His friend slowed the thrust of his cock, but sped up his hand. Nate shoved his pants to his ankles and widened his knees, made it easier for Sam to wank him off. With blinding speed, Nate raced to his second release. Cum flowed from his cock, spurting onto both their stomachs as Sam leaned into him.
“Done now?” Sam asked.
Nate’s hands shook where he held his knees against his shoulders. The tremors of his orgasm continued to roll through him, but he managed a nod.
With his hands now palming the back of Nate’s thighs, Sam proceeded to fuck him. Driving deep, ramming hard, he took what he needed until he shouted out with his own climax.
Valerie Tibbs. Cover artist extraordinaire. It takes more than words to burn up the sheets. My covers are meant to titillate and excite. My dream is to create them full time and maybe…just maybe I’ll have one smexy enough for the Smutketeers.
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