Black Sex Goddess (Bad Bitch Gets Her Man)

By Asia Marquis

This black woman is supernaturally sexy.

From across the room, Oya seemed supernatural, like a goddess. Her black skin glowed with a golden tint, her voluptuous body accented by a sexy dress. But what Adam found most astounding was that her eyes were on him, watching him with lust.

He's not exactly experienced in bed, but when Oya gives him the rope and shows him how to use it, he learns to please her. He worships her body, how every black woman should be celebrated and adored.

This sexy, multicultural erotic story includes the following themes:

Interracial
BDSM
Bondage
Body worship
BWWM
Don't you want to be a goddess too?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Midnight Climax Bundles
• Release date: Aug 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311467317

Asia Marquis

Black. Thick. Proud. These are the words that describe Asia Marquis. Asia is a saucy woman from Detroit who writes multicultural stories that any woman could enjoy. With a special interest in interracial romance, most of her books focus on white billionaires falling in love with and seducing big, beautiful black women. She knows that every black woman needs that sort of delicious romance in her life. A strong man that will take care of her every need! Outside of writing fiction, Asia is passionate about cooking, dancing, and dog training. She runs a side business training guard dogs, and loves every second she gets to spend with her German Shepherd, Rex. She has a daughter who is 13 now, and any boy that's looking to cause trouble can be ready to have Rex in their face! Asia is a fierce mama who won't take nonsense from hormonal teenagers! Asia was a ballet dancer all through middle and high school, and even played the Black Swan in Swan Lake.

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Black Sex Goddess

Bad Bitch Gets Her Man

Asia Marquis

This book has been published by the Midnight Climax group.

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Her skin is like obsidian, black with a golden shine while under dim lights. Her eyes are dark brown and hold ancient mystery within them, her hair short and slicked back to make her face more prominent. High forehead, high cheekbones, broad nose and pouty lips stuck in a Mona Lisa smile. Her red dress clings to her breasts and hips, showing off all of her curves but hiding enough to entice Adam with her intrigue.

Adam is the exact opposite of her. Green eyes and dirty blonde hair, his Irish ancestry showing through his skin with freckles dotting his nose. He wears only plain jeans and a black t-shirt. The same as almost every day, a truly typical man. Not ugly, not by a long shot. Gorgeous, but normal. His arms are sore from weights, his ass well sculpted from heavy squats.

Still, compared to that dark goddess that his eyes linger on, Adam looks positively human, average in every way. Ordinary. Still, something inside of him urges him forward, forcing him to go say hello to her and offer to buy her a drink.

Across the room, Oya watches Adam from the corner of her eye. She thoroughly considers him, watching the way his body gracefully moves as he chats with his friends at the bar. She came here tonight specifically to get laid, because life is tough and she is stressed. Some sex is exactly what she needs right now, and that man who keeps staring at her is the best looking man here.

She puts her glass to her lips, sipping on her Bloody Mary as she waits for him to come introduce himself. She practically wills him, pretending to be psychic. Come to me, she thinks, trying to direct her thoughts into his brain. Still, she is not a psychic and she'll have to be more direct than that.

She stands up, pushing down the skirt of her dress so that it covers more of her silky black legs. Her shoes match the red in her dress, and when the shadows are just right she looks like a flame as she moves toward Adam.

Oh god, she's coming over here. Adam gulps down some more of his vodka, trying to look cool. He doesn't succeed. The drink goes down wrong, and he's left a sputtering mess, coughing and clutching at his chest. Still, Oya does not falter. A little awkwardness can be fun.

Once she's close enough, Oya lightly touches his hand and pulls it toward her. No words. None are needed. She pulls him to the crowded dance floor, her body feeling the beat of the remixed hip hop song the DJ is playing. Once she finds a place where she feels comfortable, she turns around and finds the man looking a bit scared. Maybe he can't dance. That's okay.

She pulls him into her, pressing her chest against his as she wraps her arms around his neck. She pulls the tall man down so she can speak into his ear.

My name is Oya, she says. Her voice is like silk, deep but still feminine. The sound sends a shiver down Adam's spine and gives him a twinge in his stomach. Butterflies.

Nervously, he presses his lips close to her ear and replies, I'm Adam.

Oya's hand falls to his back now, as she leads him in dancing. Her body never leaves his. The feeling of her breasts against his body makes the man blush, but he tries to follow her cues. His body moves awkwardly against hers, his hands falling to her hips. She turns around, pressing her ass against his crotch now. She shakes it, her quivering globes massaging his cock through his jeans.

He grunts and accidentally humps into her, pushing her forward. Oya nearly falls to the ground, but catches herself before she does. A flash of anger, but when she sees the look of remorse on his face she calms down. Maybe dancing isn't the best idea.

Why don't you buy me some chardonnay and meet me at my booth in the back, she says, pulling him in close again. He smells like spice and alcohol, his aftershave tickling her sensitive nose.

He nods and pulls back, leaving her to saunter to her booth. Adam watches her, her