Oh Yeah, Don't Stop: Steamy Erotica Collection

By Illicit Romance

5 hot and steamy adult erotica short stories featuring romantic encounters with steamy erotic sexual situations and woman who just can't get enough. This super sexy collection is guaranteed to turn you on and get you off!

Don't miss your opportunity to indulge in your favorite guilty pleasure!

Warning: 18+ Only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: California Girls Press
• Release date: Jul 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310193583

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Oh Yeah, Don’t Stop

Steamy Erotica Collection

by

Illicit Romance

Copyright ©2015

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously.

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Table of Contents

Behind The Wheel

A Dirty Deed

Her First Night

Pistol Play

Lust And Launder

Thank You!

Behind The Wheel

You should stay, my girlfriend whispered as she handed her ticket to the valet attendant.

Are you sure? I asked her hesitantly.

Look at him, she said as she peered over my shoulder to where he was standing behind me.

As the two of us stood there in the grand entry of the Beverly Hills boutique hotel, I turned around slowly and saw his big brown puppy dog eyes peering through the glass at me. How could I resist that handsome pout?

Okay, I giggled, knowing she was right, just a nightcap. I won’t be long. Leave the door unlocked for me.

I had arrived with my roommate earlier in the evening, where we had sipped cocktails and dined to the music in the hotel’s piano bar. We had been enjoying each other’s company, catching up on gossip and such, when we were joined by a stunning Italian man who took an instant liking to me. We invited him to join us for drinks and conversation and the hours of the night had slipped away like sands through the hour glass. Realizing that I was equally smitten with him, my best friend now insisted that, though I arrived with her, I leave with this handsome stranger.

Make sure you bring her home in one piece, she called out to him as she climbed into her car and waved us off.

He walked through the sliding glass doors and accompanied me outside, wrapping his arms around me from behind. The hour was late and we had just enough time to partake in one last drink together before calling it a night. He took my hand and escorted me back inside so we could do just that.

* * *

I finished my chocolate martini and waited for him to consume the olive in the bottom of his dirty cocktail.

Shall we? He asked, holding out his hand to help me up.

He was a gentleman. He held my coat as I slipped it on and led me out by the small of my back.

You are like a beautiful flower, he told me as we stood in the drive waiting for the valet.

He made me blush. The way his eyes melted when he looked at me had me falling into his arms. His boyish smile and broken English were intoxicating. His olive skin shimmered in the streetlights and his dark brown hair rippled in the winter wind. The cool breeze swept up under my dress and chilled my body as he held me in his warm embrace. His muscular chest made for taut pillows as I rested my head on him and waited for the car to pull around.

He walked me to his Mercedes and opened the door for me. I held the bottom of my dress and coat as I slipped into the passenger seat. My long, tan, slender legs scooped across the leather interior as I crossed them delicately. He leaned down, placed his cold hand on my thigh and kissed my cheek.

Comfortable?

Yes, thank you, I assured him and smiled delightfully.

He closed my door and walked around to the driver’s side.

We drove around town aimlessly, talking and flirting. I was under the assumption that neither of us wanted the night to end. I was definitely not ready to go home. I wanted more of him; his cute Italian accent, his magnetic stares and flirty glances, his failed attempts to make jokes and the way he laughed at himself. He made me giggle and I was smiling from ear to ear.

There is nowhere else to go, he said with a pouty face after about an hour. Every place is closed. What do you suggest?

"I guess you can just take me