The Twelve Cock-tales of Christmas: Whiskey

By Charlene Martin

The Twelve Cock-Tales of Christmas

Christmas. That special time of year when we celebrate each other and the gift of life. Alec and Angel have a very different idea of how to celebrate Christmas. They were invited to an elite sex club for its annual Christmas party, and the theme is the twelve cock-tales of Christmas -- a sultry mix of alcohol and everything sensual that just might land you on Santa’s naughty list, if not his lap.

But like every good story, as it unfolds, will Alec and Angel withstand the curve balls life throws in their path? Love isn’t always so cut and dried, the weather outside is frightful, and lives may be lost in this erotic Christmas tale.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlene M. Martin
• Release date: Dec 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781540172075

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The Twelve Cock-tales of Christmas

Copyright © 2016 Charlene M. Martin

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Interior Design and typesetting by

CHARLENE M. MARTIN

Cover design by RENE FOLSOM

Edited/Proof read by LTE EDITING and CANDY ROYAR

Table of Contents

Copyright © 2016 Charlene M. Martin

Dedication

Angel

CHAPTER 1

Alec

CHAPTER 2

Angel

CHAPTER 3

Angel

CHAPTER 4

Angel

CHAPTER 5

Alec

CHAPTER 6

Angel

CHAPTER 7

Angel

CHAPTER 8

Alec

CHAPTER 9

Angel

CHAPTER 10

Angel

CHAPTER 11

Alec

CHAPTER 12

Angel

CHAPTER 13

Alec

CHAPTER 14

Angel

CHAPTER 15

Alec

CHAPTER 16

Angel

CHAPTER 17

Alec

CHAPTER 18

Angel

CHAPTER 19

Alec

Epilogue

Angel

Bonus scene

Angel

Bonus scene

Alec

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

BLOGGERS

DEDICATION

I dedicate this book to my amazing husband. It’s his love and encouragement that keep me going. He puts up with my endless mood swings, and my many ramblings. He gives me the space I need when I’m in my writing world. He truly is the best husband I could have ever wanted. I thank god every day for him. No one else could put up with me. I love you baby.

Quote by: Charlene M. Martin

PROLOGUE

Angel

The rope squeezes my chest, constricting my ability to breathe. With each difficult exhale, I feel the urge to scream. But it’s not because of the bindings—it’s because of what is going on between my legs, or rather who is between my legs. The way his tongue seductively flicks my clit is about to push me over the edge, but I can’t. . . . Not yet! As he eats my pussy with uncontrollable need, I think about the way we came together.

We met through my best friend, Dr. Rebecca Langford. She took a self-defense class where she met Alec, her instructor, after a psychopathic patient attacked her. I then met Alec on New Year’s Eve while we were all out celebrating. Alec came up behind Rebecca and introduced himself to me. He scared the shit out of Rebecca by sneaking up behind her, but it was in that very moment I knew I wanted him—every last irresistible inch of him.

He was so different, not the normal arrogant guy who treats a woman like shit because he thinks he’s god’s gift to them. Not Alec. He was strong and sturdy with amazing arms. And though he carried himself in a respectable way, something about him just demanded you surrender to him. I’m not sure if it was his honey-colored, soul-deep eyes, or the way his dark hair was slightly spiked in the just-woke-up look. But what had me most was the sexy, didn't-bother-shaving-today stubble that lined his chiseled jaw, and his deep voice that made my insides melt. As the night went on, he ended up abandoning his friends and hanging out with Rebecca and me. It wasn’t long after that I ended up in his bed, or should I say the back seat of his car. Where it was doesn’t matter—it’s the fact that it was the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

I’m about to be pushed over the edge of yet another orgasm when I scream out, gripping the table beneath me. Opening my eyes, I peer at the glass wall. Surely someone is watching, and I don’t mind it at all. Actually, that only adds to the thrill of it.

He wipes my cum from his face, and with unpredictable eyes, he reaches for something I can't see. I feel an instant sting across my thighs. Fuck that hurts! I watch as his cock twitches. He loves this part. It gets him so fucking hard, and I love it when he drives that rigid beast into me. I’m no angel when it comes to the sex department, but he just has that certain je ne sais quoi that the others didn’t have. Smack! Oh my god. I arch my back off the table and clench my eyes shut. My skin heats up like wildfire. Upon opening my eyes, I notice his fist wrapped around his firm cock. My stomach plummets like I’ve dropped a hundred feet from thin air. I’m fixated on the image before me—a tiny bead of cum that sits on the tip of his dick.

I wish he’d come to me so I could touch him or feel him. The most I can reach is the table under me, so I fight against the restraints, but it’s hopeless. I’m completely bound and under his control, just the way he likes it.

The bulging veins and redness of his cock are a sign of just how turned on he is. I’m so wet for him, and if he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to spontaneously combust. Unable to tame my need, I can’t help but request, Alec, please let me cum.

As he glares, his stern voice warns, You know better than to ask for it.

With pleading eyes, I explain, Oh god, I know, but I need this. . . My voice trails off.

He comes around to my backside and slaps my upper thigh by my ass with his bare hand, then asks, You need what?

I answer, I need you inside me, now.

He utters, Ahhh, as we share a moment of true understanding—one in which I demand him to hurry the hell up and fuck the shit out of me, and he realizes that if he doesn’t, I’m going to make him pay dearly for it later. He may be the dominate one in this situation, but I have control over him in other ways.

He answers my request by slipping between my legs to taste me once more. The rough swipes of his tongue don’t tame this need within me.

As he gently sucks my clit into his mouth, I moan, Ohhhh yes.

He shoves two fingers deep inside me, and I feel him rub against the spot that has been aching so badly for him. Lifting my hips off the table to allow him to go deeper only causes him to withdraw. I can’t help but whimper in his absence.

His bedroom talents by far exceed any other talent he has, but another thing he likes to do is take his time. He’s not the kind of man to give you a quickie. Not Alec. The extreme fucking he likes to do wreaks havoc on my body—so much so that I’m in agony for days after. But it’s oh so worth it. He’s ruined me for life.

CHAPTER 1

Alec

It’s been nearly a year that Angel and I have been together. Since being in the military, I never thought that the lasting issues the war left me with would ever allow a woman to fall in love with me. I believe a woman should be able to protect herself in any situation; that’s why I teach self-defense classes.

However, in my personal life, I get off on some pretty perverse shit. Yes, I like to tie women up, and I’ve been known to cause them pain, but never anything they couldn’t handle. I don’t want the soft woman who wants normal, everyday, missionary sex. I want a woman who is adventurous in bed. She likes to try new things and never fears the unknown. I’ve met some kinky women, but my Angel just tops the cake. She’s always up for anything, and the twisted shit I want to do to her does not put her off. I love the way her eyes light up when I spank her sexy little ass and the way she moans. God, she fills me with peace, and I need that in my life. She’s just so damn sensual with her long slender legs and that vibrant red hair with black streaks. She’s bold, and it’s so refreshing to meet a woman who is confident and not down on herself. Angel knows she’s beautiful, and she doesn’t need me to remind her of it. Every time we’re out, guys look at her. It doesn’t make me jealous—it makes me