Becoming Mrs. Lockwood by K.I. Lynn releases on January 30th!
Meet one of Hollywood's golden boys in a saucy excerpt &
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Meet one of Hollywood's golden boys in a saucy excerpt &
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“Baby girl, I’m home!” Weston called out.
I stopped in my tracks. “You’re home?” I was in shock but held back my excitement in case he was headed back out for some reason.
“Yes, thank fucking God, yes,” he said, smiling before throwing his keys next to mine.
He was wearing a steel gray suit that seemed to make his eyes pop, even more so with as wide as they were. It felt odd that he was looking at me with such a stunned expression. He stopped advancing, his hand frozen on his tie that he was in the process of loosening.
“Baby?” My brow furrowed at him while I wondered what made him stop.
“W-what the hell are you wearing?” Weston stuttered, his tongue peeking out and licking his lips.
“My school uniform?” I replied, though it came out more like a question.
He walked toward me, his eyes growing heavy as his body started moving like an animal stalking its prey. Deftly, his fingers pulled the knot in his tie free.
“You’ve been flaunting those luscious legs all week and I didn’t know? Those boys in your school are probably fantasizing about having them wrapped around their waist as they thrust their teenage cocks into you.” His voice had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up in a strange cross between fear and excitement. “They’re probably hoping you’ll flash them your panties. Get an outline of your plump little pussy.”
He stopped in front of me, appraising me from head to toe, his thumb running against his bottom lip. I was suddenly hyper aware of him.
“Do you tease them? Flip your skirt up and put on a show for all those little boys at the academy?”
I shook my head as I instinctually backed up. He reached down, his fingers trailing up the inside of my thigh and underneath my skirt. I was struck unable to respond or do anything other than feel my heart race and my pussy clench.
“Oh, I bet you do. Naughty girls do that, and you are becoming a very naughty girl. I think you need reminding who owns that pussy of yours, baby girl. A man owns it. I own it.” He pressed his fingers against my clit, and my mouth popped open. “You’re off your period, right?”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded, excitement running through me. “Oh, yeah.”
“Take your vest off, and unbutton your shirt,” he instructed as he shrugged out of his suit jacket.
Excited, I did as he told me, quickly shedding the vest while my fingers fumbled with the buttons. I looked up to find his gaze locked at my breasts, a growl coming from him. Leaning forward, his warm breath set my skin on fire.
“Put your ring on,” he growled into my ear.
Unclasping the necklace, I freed my ring and slipped it on my finger.
“Mine,” he practically moaned, staring at my hand. His eyes snapped up to mine, burning into me with crippling intensity. “Tell me.”
“Yours.”
“What’s mine?” he asked, his hand resting on my collarbone and slowly trailing down to the valley between my breasts.
His voice was so low and seductive. I’d never heard anything like it, and my body responded by heating up at his touch.
“I am,” I said in an almost whisper as his hand swept into my bra and against my sensitive nipple.
“What of you is mine?” he asked as his hand slid slowly down my body.
“Everything,” I panted, his hand pressing into my abdomen over my skirt. Fuck, he was turning me on so much.
“I know that, but specifically, Wren. I’m trying to teach you a lesson here.” His fingers moved up my inner thigh, under my skirt again, and trailed my slit. Slipping under the edge of my panties, his fingers lightly teased, moving down farther.
“M-my pussy is yours.”
Two fingers suddenly plunged into me, his palm pushing against my clit, and he pulled me toward him by the part he owned, lips crashing to mine. His free hand fisted into my hair as his lips parted, tongue searching out mine. I moaned, loud and deep, clutching his shirt as his hand that had ahold of my pussy was gyrating in a wave-like motion, pushing his fingers in and out while his palm showed my clit no mercy.
His lips released mine and he was breathing so hard, he was panting into my ear.
“It’s been almost a week, and this isn’t going to be gentle. I need you too fucking much. This is going to be hard and rough, and you will fucking love the pleasure I give you.”
“Oh, God,” I whimpered.
“I’m going to wreck you, baby girl,” he whispered harshly into my ear.
My knees went weak at his words, and I had to grab hold of the table ledge to keep from falling.
He stepped back, removing his hand and bringing it to his lips. I whimpered at the loss, but watched as his tongue darted out to lap up my juices. I never knew how erotic an image like that could be, and Weston’s lust filled eyes locked on mine made it even more so.
He pulled his tie from around his neck and motioned to the table. “Bend over.”
Following his orders, I bent over until my face was level with his crotch, wetting my lips in anticipation.
“Fuck,” he snarled, one hand pulling my head toward him while his hips pushed forward, rubbing his cloth covered, hard length up and down my face.
Stepping toward me, he forced me to stand as he advanced, until I was pressed into the kitchen table.
He cupped my cheek, lips teasing mine. “See how worked up you have me? I meant bend over the table, but you had me so distracted. You were such a good girl and did as I said. So, once more, bend over the table, baby girl.”
I bit my bottom lip to keep my amusement in. It was wonderful to know I had that kind of power over him.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled them to the table edge, his free hand wrapping the tie around them.
“W-what are you doing?” I asked with wide eyes, my voice wavering as a bit of panic settled in.
“Tying you up so you can’t run away,” he said, his hand releasing my wrists and moving down beneath the ledge. When he was done securing my hands to the leg, he reached out and caressed my cheek. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded and watched as he stood and walked back around behind me. I pulled at the tie, but it wouldn’t budge. I was trapped with my torso spread over the wooden top, while my ass stood out at the other edge.
“R-run away from what?” I stuttered. There was a sudden breeze when he lifted my skirt up over my ass, exposing my wet panties to him.
“Your punishment.”
I stopped in my tracks. “You’re home?” I was in shock but held back my excitement in case he was headed back out for some reason.
“Yes, thank fucking God, yes,” he said, smiling before throwing his keys next to mine.
He was wearing a steel gray suit that seemed to make his eyes pop, even more so with as wide as they were. It felt odd that he was looking at me with such a stunned expression. He stopped advancing, his hand frozen on his tie that he was in the process of loosening.
“Baby?” My brow furrowed at him while I wondered what made him stop.
“W-what the hell are you wearing?” Weston stuttered, his tongue peeking out and licking his lips.
“My school uniform?” I replied, though it came out more like a question.
He walked toward me, his eyes growing heavy as his body started moving like an animal stalking its prey. Deftly, his fingers pulled the knot in his tie free.
“You’ve been flaunting those luscious legs all week and I didn’t know? Those boys in your school are probably fantasizing about having them wrapped around their waist as they thrust their teenage cocks into you.” His voice had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up in a strange cross between fear and excitement. “They’re probably hoping you’ll flash them your panties. Get an outline of your plump little pussy.”
He stopped in front of me, appraising me from head to toe, his thumb running against his bottom lip. I was suddenly hyper aware of him.
“Do you tease them? Flip your skirt up and put on a show for all those little boys at the academy?”
I shook my head as I instinctually backed up. He reached down, his fingers trailing up the inside of my thigh and underneath my skirt. I was struck unable to respond or do anything other than feel my heart race and my pussy clench.
“Oh, I bet you do. Naughty girls do that, and you are becoming a very naughty girl. I think you need reminding who owns that pussy of yours, baby girl. A man owns it. I own it.” He pressed his fingers against my clit, and my mouth popped open. “You’re off your period, right?”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded, excitement running through me. “Oh, yeah.”
“Take your vest off, and unbutton your shirt,” he instructed as he shrugged out of his suit jacket.
Excited, I did as he told me, quickly shedding the vest while my fingers fumbled with the buttons. I looked up to find his gaze locked at my breasts, a growl coming from him. Leaning forward, his warm breath set my skin on fire.
“Put your ring on,” he growled into my ear.
Unclasping the necklace, I freed my ring and slipped it on my finger.
“Mine,” he practically moaned, staring at my hand. His eyes snapped up to mine, burning into me with crippling intensity. “Tell me.”
“Yours.”
“What’s mine?” he asked, his hand resting on my collarbone and slowly trailing down to the valley between my breasts.
His voice was so low and seductive. I’d never heard anything like it, and my body responded by heating up at his touch.
“I am,” I said in an almost whisper as his hand swept into my bra and against my sensitive nipple.
“What of you is mine?” he asked as his hand slid slowly down my body.
“Everything,” I panted, his hand pressing into my abdomen over my skirt. Fuck, he was turning me on so much.
“I know that, but specifically, Wren. I’m trying to teach you a lesson here.” His fingers moved up my inner thigh, under my skirt again, and trailed my slit. Slipping under the edge of my panties, his fingers lightly teased, moving down farther.
“M-my pussy is yours.”
Two fingers suddenly plunged into me, his palm pushing against my clit, and he pulled me toward him by the part he owned, lips crashing to mine. His free hand fisted into my hair as his lips parted, tongue searching out mine. I moaned, loud and deep, clutching his shirt as his hand that had ahold of my pussy was gyrating in a wave-like motion, pushing his fingers in and out while his palm showed my clit no mercy.
His lips released mine and he was breathing so hard, he was panting into my ear.
“It’s been almost a week, and this isn’t going to be gentle. I need you too fucking much. This is going to be hard and rough, and you will fucking love the pleasure I give you.”
“Oh, God,” I whimpered.
“I’m going to wreck you, baby girl,” he whispered harshly into my ear.
My knees went weak at his words, and I had to grab hold of the table ledge to keep from falling.
He stepped back, removing his hand and bringing it to his lips. I whimpered at the loss, but watched as his tongue darted out to lap up my juices. I never knew how erotic an image like that could be, and Weston’s lust filled eyes locked on mine made it even more so.
He pulled his tie from around his neck and motioned to the table. “Bend over.”
Following his orders, I bent over until my face was level with his crotch, wetting my lips in anticipation.
“Fuck,” he snarled, one hand pulling my head toward him while his hips pushed forward, rubbing his cloth covered, hard length up and down my face.
Stepping toward me, he forced me to stand as he advanced, until I was pressed into the kitchen table.
He cupped my cheek, lips teasing mine. “See how worked up you have me? I meant bend over the table, but you had me so distracted. You were such a good girl and did as I said. So, once more, bend over the table, baby girl.”
I bit my bottom lip to keep my amusement in. It was wonderful to know I had that kind of power over him.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled them to the table edge, his free hand wrapping the tie around them.
“W-what are you doing?” I asked with wide eyes, my voice wavering as a bit of panic settled in.
“Tying you up so you can’t run away,” he said, his hand releasing my wrists and moving down beneath the ledge. When he was done securing my hands to the leg, he reached out and caressed my cheek. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded and watched as he stood and walked back around behind me. I pulled at the tie, but it wouldn’t budge. I was trapped with my torso spread over the wooden top, while my ass stood out at the other edge.
“R-run away from what?” I stuttered. There was a sudden breeze when he lifted my skirt up over my ass, exposing my wet panties to him.
“Your punishment.”
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About Becoming Mrs. Lockwood
Every girl has dreams of meeting Prince Charming, or at least I know I did.
A fairy tale-like meeting of love at first site.
Real life and fairy tales are very different.
I’m just a small town Indiana girl that had a chance encounter with one of Hollywood’s golden boys. You may think you know where this story goes—not even close.
Life is different. Marriage is hard. It’s even worse when you’re strangers.
Every girl has dreams of meeting Prince Charming, or at least I know I did.
A fairy tale-like meeting of love at first site.
Real life and fairy tales are very different.
I’m just a small town Indiana girl that had a chance encounter with one of Hollywood’s golden boys. You may think you know where this story goes—not even close.
Life is different. Marriage is hard. It’s even worse when you’re strangers.
Becoming Mrs. Lockwood releases January 30th!
Pre-order your copy today!
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K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestselling Series, Breach. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.
Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.
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Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.
Newsletter Link | Facebook | Goodreads | Amazon Author Page
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