Shorn (Erotic Erotica Interracial Romance Short) [NOOK Book]

Overview

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Sam is the older woman, secretly dating a younger man. But she just can’t help herself. From those big hands on her body to the sexy sheen of his dark, shaved head, Del is simply irresistible. When the younger man suggests a private shaving session, Sam finds herself under his spell once again in this modern, sexy and delightfully reversed Samson and Delilah.
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Note: This story originally appeared in the anthology Coming Together At Last V 2

Warnings: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, interracial sex between a hot blond cougar and a sleek young panther cub that will make you purr with pleasure!
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EXCERPT:

I groaned, watching him pull the hair taut with his fingers and snip it, bit by bit, working his way up one side of my labia and down the other. The pulse between my legs was an incessant reminder, and feeling him pushing and pulling at my lips, watching his tongue sneak out of his mouth as he concentrated, was making it worse. I rubbed my fingers over my nipples, feeling it immediately in my clit, and shivered.

"Hurry," I whispered, looking at him through half-closed eyes, and he smiled, watching me pull and twist my nipples, his eyes darkening with lust.

"God, you make me so hard." He reached down to adjust himself in his jeans.

I studied what he'd done so far. There were light blond pubic hairs all over the counter, and my mound looked like it had undergone a military buzz cut. "What if your mom finds blond pubic hair in the bathroom?" I brushed it off my thighs.

"Wouldn't that kind of be a tell-tale sign that a white girl had been in her bathroom?"

He chuckled. "I'll clean it all up." He was changing the blade on the razor and running it under water. Then he put some shaving cream on his hands and started lathering me up between my legs. I wondered for a moment if it would sting or burn and was relieved to find it didn't.

My lips still felt so swollen, my clit throbbing. He was being much more careful with me than I'd ever seen him be with himself. He shaved downward at first, rinsing the razor under warm running water after each pass, and then he shaved upward, clearing every last hair away with the sharp, double-edged blade.

The air on the wet skin of my vulva was cool, and I shivered. It was a strange sensation. He rinsed the razor again, and then got the towel wet, wringing it out before beginning to wipe me down with it. I whimpered as he rubbed it over my pussy, again and again, making a few passes over my thighs and down my ass. Then he used the towel to wipe down the counter and the floor beneath my feet before tossing it into the sink.

He stood back, his dark, muscular arms crossed, admiring his handiwork. I could see the bulge in his jeans and knew he was just as excited as I was.

"How does it feel?" he asked me with a smile.

"Cold." I laughed, reaching down to touch myself. So smooth! The air had dried my skin, and it was as soft as rose petals under my fingers. I stared at him, amazed. "Can I see?"

"Turn around." He came to stand in front of me, helping me swing my legs around on the counter, leaning back against him for support as I did.

The mirror filled the whole wall behind the double sinks. My eyes were drawn between my legs, and I gasped. Completely shorn, my pussy looked so tiny, almost like a little girl, no more hair spreading upward in a triangular thatch to give the illusion of larger proportions. My lips were pink and swollen, parted enough to show my clit peeking out at the top. I touched it and moaned softly, the sensation intense.

"She's beautiful." Del held me against him, cupping my breasts and then moving one big hand down my belly, seeking the wetness between my thighs. "You're beautiful."

His hand stroked my hairless and exposed labia ,and we both watched in the mirror as his dark fingers parted my pale, creamy lips, sliding a finger into me. He lifted his finger to his mouth, tasting me, and I moaned.

"Let me kiss her." He held my shoulders and turned me back toward him.