He's far too young, far too tattooed, far too pierced—just far too everything—to ever fit into my world.
Judging Books, an all new STANDALONE by Shay Savage is LIVE!
Judging Books, an all new STANDALONE by Shay Savage is LIVE!
SNEAK PEEK
“If you keep doing that,” Ethan said through clenched teeth, “I’m going to come in your hand. I don’t really want to do that just yet.”
“Hmm…” I smiled slyly up at him. “Maybe later.”
“You are going to take me over the edge, aren’t you?” Ethan murmured. He made quick work of my buttons and managed to hook both my jeans and panties at the same time, drawing them slowly down my legs to the floor. I stepped out of them, and he walked towards me, pushing me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I lay back, and he crawled over me, seeking my mouth with his.
Ethan kissed over my chin, down my neck, and between the valley of my breasts. He glanced up at me and smiled again before tilting his head to one side and rolling one of my nipples around with his tongue. I moaned and arched my back as he took it fully into his mouth and sucked and licked at my nipple. He reached for the other one and rolled it between two fingers for a minute, then switched and sucked on that nipple as well. I felt his hand run over my breast, then drop lower across my stomach.
My thighs tensed, and I tried to keep my hips from bucking as he moved south, running his fingers below my belly button and then around to the side, not touching me where I wanted him. I moaned again but this time in protest. Ethan chuckled and traced small circles on my inner thigh before he moved back up again.
He slid his fingers down between my legs, running along the outside of my labia and then finding entrance to the folds of flesh covering my core. He teased me with the tip of his finger over my entrance, gathering the moisture there and sliding it upwards, around my clitoris.
“Ethan…oh, yes…”
“You like that?” he whispered with his lips still hovering over my nipple. He dipped down between my legs, then to the top once more, circling that most sensitive spot again before he moved back down. “You’re so wet, Ashlyn. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes…please…”
“Did you get wet just thinking about my cock?” he asked, and I inhaled sharply. “Did you know how hard you were making me out there? Running your hands over my tats? Did you know what you were doing to me? All I could think about was getting inside of you. Is that what you wanted? Did you want me so hard I couldn’t think straight?”
“Hmm…” I smiled slyly up at him. “Maybe later.”
“You are going to take me over the edge, aren’t you?” Ethan murmured. He made quick work of my buttons and managed to hook both my jeans and panties at the same time, drawing them slowly down my legs to the floor. I stepped out of them, and he walked towards me, pushing me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I lay back, and he crawled over me, seeking my mouth with his.
Ethan kissed over my chin, down my neck, and between the valley of my breasts. He glanced up at me and smiled again before tilting his head to one side and rolling one of my nipples around with his tongue. I moaned and arched my back as he took it fully into his mouth and sucked and licked at my nipple. He reached for the other one and rolled it between two fingers for a minute, then switched and sucked on that nipple as well. I felt his hand run over my breast, then drop lower across my stomach.
My thighs tensed, and I tried to keep my hips from bucking as he moved south, running his fingers below my belly button and then around to the side, not touching me where I wanted him. I moaned again but this time in protest. Ethan chuckled and traced small circles on my inner thigh before he moved back up again.
He slid his fingers down between my legs, running along the outside of my labia and then finding entrance to the folds of flesh covering my core. He teased me with the tip of his finger over my entrance, gathering the moisture there and sliding it upwards, around my clitoris.
“Ethan…oh, yes…”
“You like that?” he whispered with his lips still hovering over my nipple. He dipped down between my legs, then to the top once more, circling that most sensitive spot again before he moved back down. “You’re so wet, Ashlyn. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes…please…”
“Did you get wet just thinking about my cock?” he asked, and I inhaled sharply. “Did you know how hard you were making me out there? Running your hands over my tats? Did you know what you were doing to me? All I could think about was getting inside of you. Is that what you wanted? Did you want me so hard I couldn’t think straight?”
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MORE ABOUT JUDGING BOOKS
The debutante path is a fairly straight track: who you are, who you associate with, and whose label you are wearing become priorities. They define you. They are the aspects by which you are judged.
Ashlyn’s world has been one of enlightenment and finesse, and now she is ready to take on the financial world at her father’s company just as he had always planned. Her future had been scripted long ago, but a chance meeting with a beautiful boy on a bicycle gives Ashlyn a new outlook on life.
Ethan is far too young, far too tattooed, far too pierced—just far too everything—to ever fit into her world. He has issues, too—major ones. Ashlyn knows he will never be accepted by her friends, let alone her overbearing father, but there is something about his live-in-the-moment outlook that keeps drawing her back into his arms.
Ashlyn must make a choice. Can she forgo the family dynasty and live life to the fullest with this fascinating but damaged young man?
The debutante path is a fairly straight track: who you are, who you associate with, and whose label you are wearing become priorities. They define you. They are the aspects by which you are judged.
Ashlyn’s world has been one of enlightenment and finesse, and now she is ready to take on the financial world at her father’s company just as he had always planned. Her future had been scripted long ago, but a chance meeting with a beautiful boy on a bicycle gives Ashlyn a new outlook on life.
Ethan is far too young, far too tattooed, far too pierced—just far too everything—to ever fit into her world. He has issues, too—major ones. Ashlyn knows he will never be accepted by her friends, let alone her overbearing father, but there is something about his live-in-the-moment outlook that keeps drawing her back into his arms.
Ashlyn must make a choice. Can she forgo the family dynasty and live life to the fullest with this fascinating but damaged young man?
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Shay Savage is an independent author from Cincinnati, Ohio, where she lives with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. Her hobbies include off-roading in her big, yellow Jeep, science fiction in all forms, and soccer. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.
From the author: “It’s my job to make you FEEL. That doesn’t always mean you’ll feel good, but I want my readers to be connected enough to my characters to care.”
Savage’s books many books span a wide variety of topics and sub-genres with deeply flawed characters. From cavemen to addicts to hitmen, you’ll find yourself falling for these seemingly irredeemable characters!
Visit Shay on Amazon HERE
From the author: “It’s my job to make you FEEL. That doesn’t always mean you’ll feel good, but I want my readers to be connected enough to my characters to care.”
Savage’s books many books span a wide variety of topics and sub-genres with deeply flawed characters. From cavemen to addicts to hitmen, you’ll find yourself falling for these seemingly irredeemable characters!
Visit Shay on Amazon HERE
