Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Muscling In by Lily Harlem OUT NOW
Muscling In is award-winning author Lily Harlem’s latest release.
It’s a hot and sexy MMF novel with a military theme and delves into the desires
and passions of a threesome who are determined to be together despite the
restraints of the world they live in.
The story is set in London and follows tattoo artist Sian as she
decides to let her husband Coben rekindle a relationship he’s had with a man
from his past. This man, Ed, is still serving in the Royal Air Force, he’s the
elite of the elite, the best of the best – it’s going to get complicated. And
there is of course one condition from Sian, she wants to be part of the fun
too. Why should she miss out when they’re having an amazing naked and sweaty time?
That’s just not fair…
Back Cover Information
My
husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.
Determined to pry details of this forbidden
longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when
I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.
Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned
with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me
and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain
on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?
One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to
give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part
of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks
when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.
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Excerpt – 18+
Coben opened the door and flicked on the hall
light.
I stepped in behind him and kicked off my
heels.
There was a sudden bang. A slam. He’d pushed
the door up, hard.
“Cobe—”
His lips were over mine, his hands in my hair.
The cool wall pressed against my shoulders as he backed me up.
I swept my tongue into his mouth, giving as
good as he gave. Damn the taste of him, the urgency flowing off him in waves.
It was enough to make my knickers wet and my nipples peak against the inside of
my bra.
“Tease,” he said, kissing over my cheek, then
nibbling my earlobe.
“I’m not…” I gasped as I clung to his biceps.
Through his jacket I could feel they were tense, bulging. “I didn’t touch you
again in the car.”
“Just by being there, next to me…” He paused as
he cupped my right breast. “Just by wearing this sexy fucking dress you’ve
teased me all evening.”
“What this tatty old thing?” I grinned, then
groaned as he massaged my breast—not hard, but not gently either, just the way
he knew I liked.
“Well if it’s that old and tatty it should come
off.” He stooped, gripped the hem, then pulled it up. Luckily there was no zip
and the material slid easily over my head.
He tossed it over his shoulder and it landed
half on the floor, half draped over a potted plant that stood in a large
burgundy vase.
“Fuck…” he muttered, his attention landing on
the new cerise underwear I’d opted to wear beneath the tight black dress.
“That’s so fucking hot.”
He kissed me again, pushing his erection
against my belly. I had the feeling the underwear wouldn’t be staying on for
long.
His touch skimmed down my sides, dipping into
my waist, then over the slight flare of my hips. My skin felt on fire, his
palms leaving a trail of need and delicious sensation. I wanted him to touch
me, all over, and never stop.
I pushed at his jacket, shoving it over his
shoulders.
He released me, shrugged out of it and let it
land on the floor, instantly forgotten despite its price tag.
The next thing I knew I was in his arms,
pressed up against his chest, and he was marching up the staircase. I stared at
his face. He had a look of sheer determination. Like a predator who’d captured
his prey. A Neanderthal who’d snared his woman.
He kicked the door to the bedroom open and
dropped me on the bed. I bounced and let out a squeal.
“Strip,” he said, undoing his belt and quickly
skimming it free of the loops. “Now.”
I undid my bra and tossed it aside. Rolled down
the sinfully thin bit of fabric that was my thong and kicked it to the floor. I
scooted up the bed and rested my head on the pillow. Anticipation was making my
skin tingle and my breaths come fast.
He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and
stepped out of his trousers. “Spread your legs, woman.”
I raised my eyebrows. God, I loved that
demanding, sergeant major tone of his. It went straight to my core and
stimulated something very deep and primitive inside me. I couldn’t help but
obey.
I parted my legs, slowly, letting my heels skim
over the satin sheet and feeling cool air wash over my damp pussy.
He kept his attention on the juncture of my
thighs as he calmly released the buttons on his dress shirt. His pulse was
pushing at the skin on his neck, beating to a fast tempo and giving away the
extent of his arousal despite his controlled appearance.
“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” he muttered,
quietly, almost to himself.
“I feel the same.” I smiled and cupped my
breasts, trapped my nipples between my fingers and tugged them.
He discarded his shirt, then shoved at his
boxers. His cock sprang forward, erect and the flesh a few shades darker than
that on the rest of his body.
My mouth watered; it was like a Pavlov
reaction. I hoped he’d want oral. I adored having his cock in my mouth.
“You want this?” he asked, wrapping his hand
around his shaft and moving to the end of the bed.
“Yes. All of it. All of you.”
He gave me a wicked smile. “Good, ’cause you’re
going to get it.” He crawled between my legs, his body low, and settled his
face over my pussy. He pulled in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a
moment. “Fuck, you smell so ready for it.”
“I am.” I reached for his head and bucked my
hips so my pussy met his mouth.
He set straight to work, slipping his tongue
through my folds and finding my clit. He spun a circle over it with firm
pressure.
“Ahh, yeah…” I gasped, shutting my eyes.
“That’s it.”
He searched out my entrance and pushed one long
finger into me.
I clenched around him. I was wet and hot, needy
for something to fill me.
He pushed another finger in, upped the force on
my clit.
My stomach muscles tightened. A delicious
throbbing of want, the spark of what would be a climax, came to life in my
pelvis. “Yes…yes…” I said, scooping him closer by wrapping my legs around his
shoulders. I had him trapped against my pussy.
“So greedy,” he murmured, his breaths hot over
my flesh.
“Greedy for you.” I sank onto the invasion.
“More, give me more.”
He shifted, his big body easily removing my
legs from his shoulders, and sat back on folded legs, his fingers still lodged
inside me. “More?”
“Yes…” I drew up my knees, utterly wanton now.
“Mmm,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Maybe
more means here.” With his free hand he skimmed his fingers over my anus.
“Fuck.” I gasped.
“You want fucking here?” He pushed knuckle deep
into my pussy and at the same time exerted steady pressure over the center of
my pucker.
“No, yes…” I tossed my head from side to side.
“Which is it?”
“I don’t know. Do what you need to.” God, I
wanted it all. My clit was humming. I reached down and stroked it to keep the
climax building.
“Of course you know what you want. Tell me.”
“Come, I want to come.”
“With me in your pussy or your ass, babe?” He
gently slipped the tip of his finger through my sphincter.
“I…” Fuck, I couldn’t answer questions at this
moment in time. That dark invasion, it was so erotic, forbidden but delicious.
I craved it.
He eased in a little more.
Oh God. Both holes. Fantasy land.
I groaned and sped up my ministrations on my
clit.
“You want both. Say it.” His voice held a note
of excitement, less calm than it had been. “You want to get fucked in both
holes at the same time, don’t you.” He paused, then chuckled. “Dirty girl. I
knew I married you for a reason.”
“I want to come…”
“You will, but tell me, how am I going to fuck
you in both holes when I only have one dick?”
“Maybe…we should…clone you.” I was breathless,
the pressure mounting. “So there are…two of you.”
“I guess that would work.” He slid higher into
my ass and also pushed deeper into my pussy. “Except by the time they can do
that we’ll be too old to fuck.”
“No, never too old.”
“Let’s hope not. But…”
“But what?”
“Maybe I should get us a male prostitute, hired
cock, so you could get fucked by two hot guys. One in your cunt and one in your
ass. How does that sound?”
“I…I…” How did that sound? Like all my
Christmases and birthdays come at once. “Good, good, amazing…fuck I’m going to
come…” It was there, a vat of bliss about to overspill. I’d wanted to wait for
dick but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen. I’d gone past the point of
return.
“Yeah, come. I love watching you come.”
He was fucking me with his fingers, front and
back hole. I was on fire, full up. It was all going to explode.
“Me and you and a sexy man with a big, hard
dick…” he said, his voice deep and laced with wicked imagery. “Can you imagine
that? Four hands, two mouths, two cocks, all worshiping you, Sian? You’d love
it. You’d be writhing between us, your body so full of us, stuffed with dick
that’s hard just for you…”
“Oh, God…” I groaned, hanging on to the last
moment before I climaxed.
“We’d be a tangled, sweaty mess. So much lust,
passion, barely able to control our orgasms.”
“I can’t…control…mine.” I came. A wondrous
release that burst from my clit, pulsed through my pussy and spread around my
ass. The orgasm didn’t end there. It rattled up my spine and I bowed my back as
it settled at my nape. From there it went to the tips of my fingers and the
ends of my toes and I clenched my fists and curled my feet.
“Ah yeah,” he said, still pushing in and out of
me. “Go, babe…”
About
Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of
contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the
Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride Publishing, Evernight
Publishing, Xcite, and Sweetmeats Press. Her work regularly receives high
praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma
nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions
of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in
London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The
Glass Knot, In
Expert Hands and Scored
have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the
#1 spot on Amazon Best Seller lists and Breathe
You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy
as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player
and The Vixen - and That
Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms
Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
Lily Harlem Links
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