By Alana Church
Synopsis
Roy
Lee McCoy is desperate to leave the dying town of Deer Creek, Alabama and find
his mother, who abandoned him when he was a teenager, leaving him with his
alcoholic father. When he stops by his aunt's hair salon on his way out of
town, he finds that his sexy Aunt Eileen wants to leave town just as badly as
he does, terrified of her abusive husband.
And
Aunt Eileen will do anything to convince Roy Lee to take him with her.
Anything
at all...
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
“Please,”
she said, hating the way her voice sounded, thin and desperate. “I won't be any
trouble. I can help drive. I can cook for you when you get your own place.” She
stepped forward again until he was trapped against the counter, her body
pressing into him, her trim waist nestled against his thighs. Unable to believe
what she was saying, she stated, “I'll do anything you want.” Remembering his
reaction to her cleavage, her hand dropped to his groin, cradling him. With a
surge of pride she found that he was erect, his hot hardness throbbing against
her palm.
“Anything,”
she whispered, a jolt of unexpected lust making her ache.
Are you insane, her mind shouted at her. Why don't you
just validate every single white-trash stereotype that northerners have about
us? Trying to seduce your own nephew? That is just sick.
I don't care, she replied. He's my ticket out. Out of this town, away
from Bobby Ray, somewhere I can start a new life.
Plus, he's not bad looking at all.
Seducing him won't be a hardship. Not after having to put up with my asshole
husband for the last seventeen years.
Keeping
her eyes locked on his, she unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down below his
waist. She slid her hand inside the waistband of his underwear, and smiled as
his steely length filled her palm. More than filled. God, what would that feel like inside me? For the first time in
years, she felt the welcome bloom of desire for another man, not the sterile
ritual of masturbation while Bobby Ray was at the police station, safely distant.
Cradling
his heat, she slowly rubbed him, fingers taking the slick pre-come from his
slit and spreading it around the sensitive head of his glans, while Roy Lee
gasped like a landed fish.
“What
do you say, baby?” she crooned, her nipples turning hot and hard inside her
sweater. “I saw you looking at my titties earlier.
Take me with you and I'll let you do more than look.” She knelt down, his jeans
now pooled at his feet, her eyes locked with his, her tongue sliding out to
caress his thick, hard cock.
At
the first touch, her eyes rolled up in her head. So good! The salty taste of strong male sweat and clean scrubbed
skin lanced through her mouth. She ran her tongue up his shaft, hands reaching
around to slide up his strong thighs, cupping his firm young ass-cheeks. Her
mouth opened wide, taking in his head, then slid down the full length of his
shaft until her nose was nestled in the wiry hair of his groin.
His
hands settled on the top of her head, and she waited, cringing, for what was to
happen next. The pain as he pulled her hair, then the savage pounding as he
thrust her up and down on his length, until her lips were raw and her throat
was bruised.
But
instead, a tender miracle. His hands, light as butterfly wings on her hair,
only rested there, seeming only to serve as proof that this was actually
happening. Emboldened, she bobbed on his rod, for the first time in years
taking actual pleasure in the act of arousing a man.
Good Lord, is this what it can be
like? This sense of power, of control? Pleasing him without being a simple
receptacle? One
hand came up to cradle Roy Lee's balls. The other joined her mouth on his
phallus, stroking in time as her head rose and sank. Above her, she heard her
nephew hiss in pleasure, and her efforts redoubled.
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Roy
Lee McCoy is desperate to leave the dying town of Deer Creek, Alabama and find
his mother, who abandoned him when he was a teenager, leaving him with his
alcoholic father. When he stops by sexy Eileen’s hair salon on his way out of
town, he finds that she wants to leave town just as badly as he does, terrified
of her abusive husband.
And
Eileen will do anything to convince Roy Lee to take him with her.
Anything
at all...
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
“I'm
glad you're here, Eileen,” Roy Lee admitted. “If you hadn't come with me, I'd
probably still be parked at that crossroads outside town, having a panic
attack.”
“You're
welcome, baby.” She laid her hand on his cheek, and lifted her head, brushing
his lips with hers. He reached with his arm, meaning to give her a quick hug,
and was startled when his hand found the warm skin of her belly, in the gap
where her t-shirt had pulled away from her jeans.
Pull away, his mind commanded him. Pull away now. But her skin was soft,
and warm, and her lips were firm and sweet on his. Instead, he spread his
fingers and gently rubbed his hand across the smooth flesh of her stomach,
smiling as she moaned into his mouth.
Eileen
cradled Roy Lee's cheek in her hand, taking pleasure in the slightly raspy feel
of his stubble against her palm. Below, her stomach churned in lust as the heat
of his hand sank through her skin, warming her belly and her feminine core.
Suddenly,
her clothes felt too tight, the loose fit of her t-shirt a restraint across her
breasts, the worn denim of her jeans shackles that should be removed. Her hand
moved from his cheek to the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to hers,
and her lips opened, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to enter his. His hand
moved from her belly to her hip, and she moved with him, rolling onto her side
until her chest touched his, their bodies molded together from head to toe.
So wrong, she thought to herself. This is so wrong. If Jilly could see us now
she'd have a heart attack. Seducing this boy to get out of town, Eileen? What
sort of god-fearing woman does that?
But it feels so right. As soon as I
felt how gentle he was, back at the salon, I knew I had to have him. And I
will. Tonight.
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older woman/younger man, romance, road trip, blowjob, masturbation, hardcore
sex, Promise Montana, The Promise Papers