Story Excerpt

Abby looked at her appointments for the day on the computer screen. Noah Turner was due in today at 2 p.m., and she shivered in anticipation. Noah Turner, construction worker extraordinaire. He had such a well-toned body—she thought he should be in one of those sexy firemen calendars. She loved getting her hands on him, and she always gave him a head and neck massage far beyond what she gave her other clients. They had built up a really great friendship over the past six months. He had been coming in every three weeks for a trim, which, actually, she felt was a little unnecessary. They had many discussions about themselves, their goals, opinions, and even their businesses. He was interesting and funny, and they had even discovered they liked the same quirky movies. There was also the fact that he was as sexy as hell.

Abby remembered the time, four months ago, when she was giving him a head massage. Her assistant was moving a stock delivery out back, so they were alone. As she leaned over him to turn off the timer, she tripped over his feet and fell into his lap. She apologized profusely and tried to get up as quickly as possible, but not before she had felt his erection beneath her ass. He was not only big in height and build. Everything was big. It was after that day that the sex dreams had started. At first she thought she was fantasizing about him. Although in her dreams she could never see the face of her fantasy lover, so maybe it was just that the feel of a man’s cock under her ass had awoken her libido.

Abby felt a familiar female body come up behind her. She had considered many times offering Jenna the opportunity to buy into the salon. She had been working for her for the last six months now. She was a great hairstylist and also a great manager. Abby couldn’t imagine the salon without her. They were a great team.

“It’s been busy today.” Jenna sighed.

“Yes, business is great. I think I need to go through the books again and look at getting another stylist.”

“It’d be great to get some help, and maybe give you a little more time off to pursue other interests, like for one, finding a man.” The sound of a timer chimed in the salon. “That’s Mrs. Webster’s color calling.”

“What’s she doing this time? Please tell me she is not trying blonde again,” Abby replied.

“Nope, red. Apparently, Mr. Webster flirted with some redheaded waitress, and she is trying to keep him interested with a change to red,” Jenna whispered as she skipped away.

Abby heard the bell and turned to watch Noah walk in through the door. His thick dark brown hair, together with his afternoon-shadowed jaw, framed a masculine face that any Chippendales dancer would envy. He was a man, not a pretty boy. His face had the odd scar and a deep, rugged tan from hard days working outdoors. He oozed sensual charm that screamed, “I know how to take care of a woman.” God, I need to get laid. She pushed her drooling aside and plastered on her best professional face.

“Noah, it’s great to see you again. Come take a seat.”

“Thanks, Abby. You, too,” he replied. Abby quivered. His voice was so deep and masculine it drew a primal feeling from deep in her bones. Brushing it off, she watched as he sat in the chair. Even his butt was spectacular. Abby hit the lever and watched it lower. She had forgotten how tall he was. “Now, what are we doing today?”

Adult excerpt

Noah had planned an hour-long foreplay session with at least one orgasm to warm her up before he wrapped her pretty pink pussy around his cock and finalized his victory, but the half-lidded, lust-filled expression in Abby’s eyes as he tasted her cream undid him. He needed her now himself. His pulsing cock was beating a painful tune he just couldn’t ignore. He couldn’t wait any longer. He stood and fished in his pocket for the condom he had put there earlier. Holding it in his hand, he dropped his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. As his heavy, hard erection bounced free, he heard Abby gasp.

“Um…Noah, I have um...I…I have only ever had sex with my ex-husband, and let’s say you are very, very well-endowed. I’m not sure.” She tried to convey her fear of the size of his cock. She knew from rubbing against it that it was big, but that thing was enormous. He could tear her apart with it.

“Baby, don’t you worry. I would never ever hurt you,” he cooed. He tried to calm her, to stop the panic from cooling her overheated body. He was thrilled that he was her only real lover. The fumbling fool she married didn’t count. He stroked his cock before he rolled the condom in place, enjoying the mesmerized expression on Abby’s face. Watching him pleasuring himself had taken away the fear he’d seen in her eyes as she tried to explain that she didn’t think he would fit.

He moved back to the bed and positioned himself over Abby. He gave her another brutal kiss to distract her as he inserted two fingers into her tight sheath. Slowly, he pumped his fingers, and at the same time he used his thumb to circle her clit, testing her size and wetness to ensure she was ready for him. As he felt her internal muscles start to tighten and her labored breathing signal her impending release, he removed his fingers and chuckled when she moved her hips, trying to chase them.

He positioned his cock between her lips and slowly pushed his first inch inside her. As he felt her body easily adjust to his size, he knew she would not be hurt—stretched to capacity, but not hurt. With one hard thrust, he seated himself fully inside her. She groaned and moved her hips to his for the deepest penetration. He panted, trying to hold off. One single thrust into her tight, hot sheath and he wanted to explode. There was no way he was going to disgrace himself by coming before she did. Now, more than ever, he wanted two weeks of her at his beck and call. He wanted to have her night and day. It would actually be best if she moved into his house for the two weeks so he could enjoy this anytime, all the time.