Sample! Vexed: Demise of a Sweetheart*

As the saying goes, once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever!

Heyyy Loves! Happy Sunday to you!

*Mature content *Mature Content *Mature Content.... Reader discretion is advised... Love, Yolanda

A woman’s Strength that lies inside is a direct partner to her intuition. What happens if she chooses not to pull on it and allow her emotions to get the best of her?

Prologue

Bouncing up and down, Quest seductively moaned while holding onto the side of her recliner. Her body burned from the inside out, a feeling that she now lived each and every one of her days for. The pleasurable ache she felt within the deepest sector of her honeypot excited her and she wanted more. Twisting her hips slightly to the left, she slowed her movements down, just enough to allow the congenital curve of her lover’s shaft to hit her spot, a spot that she had no idea existed until she decided to give herself, sexually, to a man who’s waited for her for years, Tank. “Yes,” she whispered as her lover flipped her over and placed her in the seat. Pushing her head down further in the recliner, and opening her legs wider, she pressed herself firmly onto Tank’s shaft, allowing him to penetrate deeper within her wetness. Grabbing his shoulders, she squeezed her pelvic muscles tight as he forcefully pushed harder. Screaming out, she placed her right hand around his neck as the tantalizing sensation began to take root. “Oh, right there,” she breathed as the delightful prickle with a slight pinch gripped her, holding her vaginal muscles hostage. Her bodily temperature changed from lukewarm to hot, in a matter of seconds, bringing small beads of sweat to form on the top of her forehead. Closing her eyes, she readied herself for the explosion that was due at any moment. “Uh,” she moaned, giving him her cue that she was at her peak and just about ready to explode all over him. She grabbed Tank’s hand as he placed it firmly on her fruit, sending her to an intense ecstasy that had her jerking uncontrollably. “Feel it,” he whispered, just like he’d instructed the very first time she gave in to him and his well-endowed member. The last thing he said to her before she experienced her first full orgasm of such intensity that caused her to want sex all the time; to crave it. Using all her strength, she calmed her movements and allowed her body to go into fits of passionate fire, only letting out a small squeal as her entire body fulminated, starting with the tips of her toes, traveling like a wild tsunami until both she and her lover were drenched in her juices. Shuddering, Quest relaxed her body and prepared herself for Tank’s explosion. Moving faster and pounding harder, Quest moaned loudly as her man, penetrated deeper within her. With every stroke, she cried, both in internally and externally. “Damn baby,” Tank muttered before grabbing Quest’s hips and pulling her further onto him. Her mouth flew open and she blissfully yelped as Tank’s member thickened, bringing him to his point of no return and plastering the soreness within her.

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Devious Deception Series:

Part 1- Wolf in Sheep's Clothing- Available on Amazon

Part 2- Eyes of the Enemy- Available on Amazon

Part 3- Vexed: Demise of a Sweetheart

Vexed: Demise of a Sweetheart (Devious Deception Part 3)

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