Saturday, August 05, 2017

Xcerpt: NEEDING HIM by Jeanne St. James #Excerpt #Adult #EroticRomance

NEEDING HIM (An Obsessed Novella)
by Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM

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This is not just a love story, it's an obsession...


The same week every year he comes to my little resort in Maine for five days, then disappears. His darkness, his demons, intrigue me and I need to know his story.
I hope he shows up again this year, because I’m determined to talk to him, make him see me and not look through me like I don’t exist. Make him realize I’m not just some anonymous person who hands him a key.
No, this year will be different.
I haven’t gotten laid in a long time. So, tag, he’s it.


For the past three years, I’ve come up to this remote area to forget, to bury my grief. But this year, I don’t need a trip to this run-down resort, this little cabin on the lake, to survive this week. However, there’s one thing I’ve left behind each year when I head back to reality…
I’ve found the right woman who’ll fill the emptiness deep inside of me, the hole that’s lurked there for years. I can’t get her out of my head. Funny thing is, I don’t even know her name. I never asked.
This year that’s going to change. And I hope she’s willing because I’m taking complete control.

Note: All books in the Obsessed series are standalone novellas. They are intended for audiences over 18 years of age since they include explicit sexual situations, including BDSM.


“Do you like me touching you?” I ask, pressing my lips against the silky skin along her neck.
“Yes,” she says so softly I barely hear her.
My thumbs brush over the hard peaks, back and forth, until I hear a noise escape her lips. I roll each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, plucking and twisting until my cock flexes as she releases another sound. A whimper? Maybe.
The tip of my tongue finds the top of her spine where I sink my teeth gently into her flesh. Her back bows as she presses her neck toward my mouth and her breasts deeper into my hands.
“Exquisite,” I tell her. Because that’s what her reactions are. When I release her breasts, I let my hands slide down her belly to the top of her panties. I tuck my thumbs under the elastic and slide her red underwear down, down, down, until they are partway down her thighs. I release them and slide my hands back up to cup her mound.
She’s hot, damp, responsive, as I slip a finger between her folds, testing her wetness.
Yes. She’s slick, welcoming, her thighs part ever so slightly. Enough to give me room for a second finger.
I shift until my cock nudges the cleft of her ass and I feel her push back against me, encouraging.
She doesn’t realize it won’t be that easy. Nothing today will be easy.
She moans as I thumb her clit and work two fingers in and out of her.
“Ah, that’s it. You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she hisses, her head pressing back into my collar bone, her back arched.
“You can’t come unless I say you can.”
“Don’t speak unless I ask you a question, or I tell you that you can speak freely.”
She releases a loud breath, her body tensing slightly.
“While you’re in this cabin, you’ll be naked. While in this cabin, you will not come unless I tell you to. There’s only one word you can say without permission. That’s your safe word. Let’s establish that now.”
She nods and once again I am deeply pleased. I press my lips against her ear. “I’ll give you a word and if at any time I do something that is too much, that you aren’t comfortable with, or you just want me to stop, you simply say that word. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand.”
“That word is pineapple. Remember that word, Grace. It’s important.”
I slip a third finger inside her, but only for a moment. When I draw them out, they’re slick with her arousal.
“So wet, baby,” I murmur, my dick now painfully hard. I need a release as much as she does. I drag my fingers across her lips, then dip them into her mouth. “Taste yourself.”
She groans, as do I, while she sucks my fingers clean, her tongue playing along my digits. I can’t wait to bury my face between her thighs and taste her myself. But instead, I release her and back up a step.
“Remove your panties. Do it slowly.”
She hooks her fingers in the panties that are now almost to her knees and slowly bends over taking them all the way to her ankles.
“Stop there. Grab your ankles.”
With her panties and her fingers wrapped around her ankles, she’s bent over in front of me, showing me all her glory. Her pussy is pink and slick, her ass soft and round. And I finally must touch myself.
I grab my cock and squeeze hard before stroking its length from root to tip. “Pretty, baby. So pretty. You’re already ready for me.”
She says nothing, and it thrills me she’s following my rules. So far, she’s the perfect playmate.
Her pussy isn’t the only thing I plan to own.
 “Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass. They’re no longer yours. While in this cabin, they’re all mine. Whose are they, Grace? You may answer.”
“What’s my name?”
“Who do you belong to, Grace?”

“You, Nick.”

About the author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a bestselling erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here:

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