According to Webster’s Dictionary the definition of the word Broken is violently separated into parts. SHATTERED.
Yup, that pretty much sums me up. How do I handle things? I find my answers at the bottom of a bottle of Tequila and sleep with random men.
How did I get this way? Well, four years ago I made a decision that cost me the love of my life. I can't undo what I did to drive Garrett out of my life. I haven't seen or heard from him in four long years. But he still haunts me in my dreams or should I call them nightmares at this point? No matter how much booze I drink and how many men I sleep with, nothing fills the void. I feel like I am existing but I’m not really living.
I’m trying to get my life back on track. Well that was until. . . . Garrett walked back into my life. His reappearance threw me into another tailspin.
How do I put the pieces of our broken hearts back together? All before he walks out of my life again... this time for good. Or am I simply destined to just be Broken?
“Hold that thought,” I said as I jumped out of bed.
“Where are you going? You can’t just leave me here with a raging hard-on,” he yelled after me.
“I’ll be right there!” I shouted from the kitchen.
I returned to my bedroom with my arms behind my back and a huge smile on my face.
“What is the look for? You look like you are up to no good,” he said with his sexy grin.
“Well, that depends on what you classify as no good,” I said walking over to him.
I pulled the can of whipped cream from behind my back, and I began shaking it. The look on this face was priceless. I wish I would have had my camera. He pushed himself up into a sitting position.
“Get your sweet ass over here with that,” he said patting the bed.
I crawled into bed next to him and he damn near ripped my shirt off me. Taking the whipped cream bottle from my hand he began to shake the bottle and popped the top off.
“Lay back and close your eyes, Babe,” he said with a growl. “I can’t wait to eat your pussy with this.”
His words made me tingle. He knew exactly how to get me going.
I laid back and closed my eyes. I felt him creep down the bed and then I heard the squirting noise of the whipped cream. He started with my breasts, I jumped when it touched my skin I jumped, it was cold. I felt my nipples getting hard, then his mouth sucking the whipped cream off one then the other.
“So fucking good,” he moaned as his warm tongue gently teased around each of my nipples. I could feel myself getting warm and wet in between my legs.
I felt the bed shake again then heard the sound of the squirting. Again, I jumped from the coldness of the whipped cream. This time he was putting it on my pussy. I felt him spread my folds and squirt more. With my eyes still closed, I felt his warm body over me, “I’m going to eat you raw,” he said breathing lightly on my face.
A chill ran down my spine, and I licked my lips. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted him to make me come. He slowly moved down the bed. The first lick made me arch my back. It was rough and unexpected but felt amazing.
“Do that again,” I panted reaching for his head and I gripped his hair.
He licked me hard again. I could feel the stubble on his face. It felt like sandpaper, but I liked the friction. I began to writhe. I felt him take his hands and spread my folds. He began licking from top to bottom, stopping long enough to tease my clit with the tip of his tongue in a small circular motion. I could feel my orgasm building, and I was getting so close, and then he stopped.
I grabbed a fist full of his hair. “Stop teasing me,” I pleaded.
“What?. What’s the matter? You don’t like that?” he said giving me another hard lick.
I arched my back again. “I love it but I want to come,” I moaned.
“Is that really what you want?” I could feel him smile up against my skin, while he continued to tease me.
“God, yes!” I gasped.
“As you wish,” he laughed.
He started with a gentle lick almost like he was lapping something up. He increasingly began to apply more pressure moving his tongue from side to side. I could feel it building I was almost there. I tugged on his hair.
“Jesus Babe, can you leave me some hair,” he laughed.
“I’m sorry,” I said breathless as the wave of my orgasm ran through my body. I felt my entire body stiffen as he teased me. I was to the point where I needed him to stop, I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to push his head away, but he wouldn’t budge.
“G, please stop. I can’t take anymore,” I begged. “It’s your turn.”
He lifted his eyes to look at me, “I told you, until you’re raw.”
I began to squirm trying to free myself from him tongue, “Baby please. You have to stop.”
He must have heard the tone of my voice because he stopped, “Ok Babe,” he said with a shit eating grin on his face.
Christa is a married mother of three. After taking a very long break from reading her friend encouraged her to read the FSOG series over the summer. Of course like every women on the planet she fell in love with it. This lead her to read several other Erotic Romance novels. Her world really took a crazy turn when she met a bunch of women on Facebook Group who also shared the same love of “Smutty” books.
During that time she became very friendly with Teresa Mummert. Why you ask? Both of them share a huge love for Adam Levine. Teresa is the one who inspired her to write her own book after she watched Teresa write White Trash Beautiful.
Keeping her book a secret from all of her “real” Facebook friends only revealing on her personal page that she had wrote a book two weeks ago to her friends and family including her own mother.
She is now self-publishing a novel titled Broken.
If Broken’s FB page hits a 1,000 fans by Saturday, February 9th at noon. I will give 5 ARC copies out randomly to a fan on Broken!!!! The contest details will be list on “Note” on the Broken page. To enter you must like and share the cover picture.
February 28, 2013
Mr. Alex Minsky and Miss Brittany Marie Flores
Cover Design by:
Todd L. LeMieux http://www.toddlemieux.com/