Sexy Saturday 09/12/2020

Happy Sexy Saturday, my darlings! I hope everyone is having a fabulous weekend and staying safe out there in the world! I am so very happy to say that the final edits for the Cold Hard Cash Collection have been submitted, and I should have a release date soon! WOO!

And just to be clear – this collection is twenty-five chapters of pure smut. Sooo much smut. Smut on top of more kinky smut. While I do intend to continue the CHC series and actually include a real storyline in future books, that is not happening right now.

If porn without any plot in sight is good by you, awesome! If not, hey, I am eventually gonna write other stories! Don’t worry!

(Also – the “come shot” scene is staying! Thank you so much to everyone who voted and commented on the poll. Yeah, maybe just skip that chapter when it comes out if that’s not your thing! XD)

I’m also happy to announce that I am writing the last chapter for my Undertaker/Florist story. 98k and still going! I cannot wait for you guys to meet Tom and Cypress! Agh! More updates to come as I move through the editing and submission process and all that fun goodness.

I’m sorry that tonight’s post is gonna be such a tease, lol. It’s so tiny. I can’t give too much away yet, but here’s a little look at the final chapter…

Enjoy! <333

Warnings: NSFWish?/dirty talk/groping/yeah they’re gonna bang on a casket


“But, but!” Tom gasped, his palms slapping up against the side of the casket. His heart was pounding, and he shivered when Cypress’ hot breath tickled the back of his neck.

“What?” Cypress purred in his ear, keeping Tom pinned. “It’s not like there’s anyone in there, right?”

“No! It’s empty! It’s just for display!” Tom groaned lightly as Cypress grinded into his ass, their fingers tangling together on the casket. “But s-someone might catch us! The doors in here don’t lock!”

“Excites you, doesn’t it?” Cypress was smiling, and Tom certain it was absolutely wicked. “You like the idea of someone seeing… seeing the things I do to you… seeing how much you love it…”

“Fuck,” Tom hissed. He could feel how hard Cypress was, and he couldn’t deny how much he wanted him like this. The risk of getting caught was a unique thrill that made him ache deep inside, and he was helpless to resist. He closed his eyes, whispering, “I do…”

“Like that very first night?” Cypress reached around to grope Tom’s dick, squeezing him gently. “When you got on your knees to suck me?”

“Yes,” Tom exhaled, his breath catching as Cypress slipped his hand inside his scrubs to grab him. He whined and tried to push back, but Cypress wouldn’t let him budge.

“You were such a good boy for me,” Cypress said, giving Tom’s cock a few teasing strokes before reaching down to fondle his balls. “You didn’t even know what you really wanted, hm? You just wanted to feel good, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Tom breathed out, his head spinning. “I wanted you so much. I just, I just wanted you. All I wanted to be good for you.”

“Mmm, and you are,” Cypress promised. “You’re always so good for me.” He kept Tom firmly in place with his hips as he grabbed his scrubs and started pulling them down. “And right now, you’re gonna be a good boy and let me fuck you on this casket.”

“Cypress,” Tom whined, heat crawling over his face and making him gasp sharply. “We shouldn’t… we… someone is gonna hear…”

“Well, then.” Cypress pushed the lid on the head end of the casket back up. “Better grab that pillow. Because you’re definitely gonna need it.”


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