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Hannah & The Dom Next Door by B.J. Wane

I’m so excited about this release today!  I love B.J. Wane’s books and I’ve read all of them.  I even listed one of her books in my Top 10 Books.  Trust me, you’ll love this book I have no doubt.  AND she’s gifted us with a HUGE excerpt which is sooooooo HOT! You are all in for a treat!

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BLURB

    
Struggling with the recent discontent with his life made Mitch Burnett
wish he hadn’t promised his neighbor he’d look in on her niece while she was housesitting
for the summer.  An Amish widow, he was
sure she was going to be a prudish, bible thumbing pain in the ass.  Much to his surprise, Hannah Hershberger was
nothing like his preconceived notions made her out to be.  His immediate response to the full curves her
plain clothing couldn’t hide as well as to the innocent surprise and interest
reflected on her pretty face took him off guard, especially since the pure,
wholesome girl next door type was not for a man as sexually dominant as
he.  Determined to keep his lust in
check, he swore he’d keep his distance from Hannah unless she needed some
neighborly help.  But Mitch wasn’t
prepared for Hannah’s determination to meet her challenges head on, which
included her attraction to him.
     Hannah
was looking forward to spending the summer tackling the challenges of immersing
herself into the modern world, but none of those challenges had included her
body’s response to her neighbor.  The
closeness of his tall, thickly muscled body brought about sensations she had
only felt when making love with her husband. 
After discovering her responses weren’t a fluke, she brazenly asks Mitch
to have sex with her, thinking a one-night stand would put an end to those
irritating, stimulating feelings.
     Unable to
resist, Mitch tables his more dominant urges to spend a night with Hannah.  What started out as a one-time thing soon turned
into an affair when she realizes how much had been missing from her marriage
bed.  Each time Hannah embraces something
new, Mitch discovers he wants more until he finally introduces her to his more
dominate practices at his club.  It took
an assault on Hannah and a terrible loss to make her question how far she was
willing to stray from her moral beliefs for the sake of pleasure and sends her
running back to her roots to find the answers.   
EXCERPT

    
    Hannah ‘s eyes were glued to Mitch’s
taut buttocks as she followed him upstairs, the decadent feel of her exposed,
semen streaked breasts swaying, kept her mind shuttered against questioning the
moral repercussions of agreeing to an affair. 
She flat out refused to believe being with Mitch was immoral, that the
feelings and sensations he gifted her with could be deemed wrong in some eyes
when they made her feel so right.  Her
body was practically humming with arousal and he had yet to touch her
intimately.  As they entered his bedroom,
she barely took note of the large, masculine furniture or the French doors that
appeared to lead out to a small upper balcony that overlooked his back yard. 

Despite
the rapid heartbeat of excitement as well as trepidation in her chest, knowing
she didn’t have to do anything but follow his lead made her more relaxed than
she had been the two times he had been in her bed.  When he turned those dark, intense eyes on
her, saw the heated lust flare in them when he gazed blatantly upon her
breasts, her hand tightened around his as she shook inside with barely
suppressed desire.
Mitch
raised his eyes to her flushed face and noted the need as well as the
uncertainty in her eyes.  “Strip,” he
ordered her quickly before he could second guess himself.
Hannah
stood stunned for a split second, watching him as he turned and opened his
closet door to reveal a tall mirror on the other side.  When he turned back around and raised a dark
brow and crossed his arms over his chest at seeing her standing there, putting
the decision whether to continue by obeying him or stopping this now, she felt
her tension ease enough to unbutton her skirt and step out of it.  Conscious of his eyes on her, she laid it on
a stuffed armchair before slipping off her blouse and bra.  As she stood before him in nothing but a pair
of plain white panties, white socks and sneakers in the semi-dark room, the
sound of rain beating against the windows, she felt self-conscious about her attire
for the first time.  Why did she ever
think she could compete with the women he must have known, women who would
undress and look sexy standing before him in fancy underwear and heels?  Whatever made her think he would want someone
as plain as her?
Watching
her closely, Mitch strode across the room the minute he saw her face blanch in
mortification.  Cupping her face, he
demanded, “Talk to me, Hannah.  Whatever
it is, we’ll work it out, or try to.”
He
was so close her nipples brushed his chest, his springy curls tickling them
into harder pinpoints, his eyes holding her captive as surely as his calloused
hands held her face so she couldn’t look away. 
“I’m not what you’re used to, am I? 
I mean, the women you’ve known…they probably wore sexy underthings that
men like, right?”
“Are
you under the misconception that clothes make a person?  Do you really think that I care whether your
panties are white cotton or red satin?” 
Sliding his right hand down her neck to cup her full breast and tease
her nipple with his thumb, he said hoarsely, “When I see you, Hannah, dressed
or undressed, I see a beautiful woman with a soft heart and a will of
iron.  A woman I admire on every level
and one that can do this to me,” taking her hand, he wrapped it around his
jutting cock, “by just asking me if I want to have sex with her or bravely
telling me she’s ready to give me a blowjob. 
The only thing you need to be concerned about is pleasing me by doing
exactly as I tell you.”  Releasing her,
Mitch stepped back, struggling with the unaccustomed desperation filling
him.  He was taken completely off guard
by how much he wanted this to work, how badly he ached to see Hannah submit to
him, which made him harden himself to accept her withdrawal. 
From
the look of implacable resolve on his face and the way he once again crossed
his arms and simply watched her, waiting for her to decide whether to accept
his terms or end their relationship now, Hannah knew he wasn’t going to say or
do anything else to help her make this decision.  What decided her was the way her palm itched
to hold his silky hard penis again, her nipple throbbed with the need to feel
his thumb rubbing over it and the way her sheath swelled and dampened in
preparation for his possession without him touching her there.
All
misgivings withstanding, she wanted him again, any way she could have him.  Toeing off her shoes, she slid her panties
down, pulling her socks off with them before straightening.  Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait before he
pulled her roughly into his arms, kissed her with demanding urgency that made
her toes curl then lifted her up on his bed.
“Scoot
into the middle, kneel and face the mirror,” Mitch instructed before settling
behind her on his knees and heels between hers. 
Pulling her hips down until she was sitting on his thighs, he reached
around her to cup her soft, full breasts in his hands.  “Look in the mirror, sweetheart.  Do you see how beautiful you look with my
come staining your soft skin, my hands enjoying your even softer flesh?”
Hannah
struggled desperately not to blush and managed to get away with just turning
slightly pink, about the same shade as her nipples she noted.  Mitch’s dark hands kneading her much paler
breasts was an erotic sight, a huge turn on, and being surrounded by his much
bigger, much harder body helped her relax. 
The feel of his hair roughened, rock hard thighs under her buttocks made
her want to squirm, but the tight band of his equally muscled hard arms
effectively kept her still.
“Hannah,
answer me,” Mitch growled in her ear, refusing to let her remain silent.
Hannah
jerked at his rough command, not realizing he expected an answer.  “Sorry. 
If you think I look pretty…”
“No,
I think you’re beautiful, inside and out, but right now?  You’re stunning.  Watch how your nipples respond so quickly to
my touch.”  Wanting her to see what he
does, he rolled her tender nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and when
her eyes got that glazed, lust filled look in them, he tested her boundaries by
pinching them lightly.
Hannah
was enjoying the pleasurable zing he wrought in her nipples, a sensation that
spread straight down to her core, when that euphoric feeling was interrupted by
a startling but minor flash of pain. 
Gasping, she automatically covered his hands with hers intending to push
his away, but instead he quickly turned the tables on her and replaced his
hands with her own.
“There.  If that pinch bothered you, make yourself
feel better.”
Hannah
didn’t know what shocked her more, the way that small nip of pain had quickly
morphed into pleasure or his plan for her to touch herself.  Masturbation was one area of sex that she at
least knew about even though, like almost everything else he had introduced her
to, she had no personal experience with it. 
She caught his direct gaze in the mirror and asked for clarification.  “You want me
to touch myself?” 
It
was obvious from the look on her face that she was excited just as it was
obvious this was another area she was lacking in experience.  “Yes, and I’m going to watch while I brush
your hair.  You’d like that, wouldn’t
you?” he asked her in a tone that let her know he expected an answer.  She had to become more comfortable with her
body before she could feel comfortable around him or others if he was lucky
enough to introduce her to their club scene. 
Mitch pulled the band from the end of her long braid and slowly began to
unravel her hair as he watched her wrestle with her answer.
“Honestly,
I don’t know.”  She instinctively knew
he’d want honesty even if it wasn’t the reply he was hoping for.  The slight tugs of her hair coming loose from
her braid felt good, as good as the thought of him doing something so sweet as
to brush it out.
“Good
answer.  Honesty is a must in any
relationship.”  Running his fingers
through her loosened hair, he spread the long tresses out, marveling at the
sheer beauty of the intertwining shades of browns and gold.  “You won’t find the answer sitting there.”
Now,
why did that deep, commanding voice make her melt inside, make her want to obey
him more to please him than herself? 
Shoving aside her jumbled, confused thoughts, she mimicked his moves and
kneaded her breasts, the feel of her hard nipples stabbing her palms giving her
a good idea of how they felt to Mitch. 
That thought, along with the stimulation in her nipples, made her happy
place even happier, her sheath getting so wet that she was able to see her damp
curls surrounding the sheen of moisture glistening along her crease in the
mirror.  Embarrassment had her attempting
to shift off his lap so she could close her knees, but Mitch had obviously been
keeping a keen eye on her and quickly deflected her intent by widening his
knees a fraction, palming the inside of her thighs to let her know he wanted
them to remain that way.  With her most
private part put on display her first instinct was to protest.  But the hard look on Mitch’s face stopped
her. 
He
waited for her to relax before saying, “You may not be ready to admit it, but
your body doesn’t lie.  You like the way
your hands are making you feel.  Do you
want to feel even better?”
“Yes,”
she responded unequivocally.  Running her
fingers over her distended tips, she was surprised to feel her core quiver in
response, the pleasurable sensation urging her on as she watched Mitch move one
hand north to settle at the juncture of her splayed legs while he went back  to tend her hair with his other hand.
Despite
the decadent position, she was totally relaxed against his thighs, her fingers
now moving faster on her nipples, her breathing increasing into short pants,
her pale skin dampening with the rush of pleasure.  “Mitch,” she breathed as her body spiraled
out of control and she didn’t know how to steer it where she wanted to go.
“Pull
on your nipples like I did,” he told her as he grabbed the brush off the
bedside table and started running it through her hair.
The
slight tugs on her scalp felt good, just as the harder tugs on her nipples
did.  The dual sensations bombarded her
senses, throwing her into a tailspin of pleasure.  A small whimper escaped her as she leaned
fully back against him, trapping his hand and brush between them, her eyes
unable to look away from the mirror.
Chuckling,
pleased, Mitch wiggled his hand out from behind her, tossed the brush aside and
wrapped his arm tightly around her waist. 
Her soft ass made the perfect cushion for his stiff cock as his other hand
cupped her pussy.
“Let
me help.  No,” he snapped out, “don’t
close your eyes.  Keep them open.”
Helpless
to do anything but obey, Hannah watched in the mirror as he penetrated her
vagina with his middle finger.  The sight
of her labia folding around his digit coupled with the feel of him rubbing that
one special spot that enflamed her senses had her reaching for the orgasm that
was hovering.  She plucked at her
nipples, his harsh breath at her ear making her shiver as that one finger moved
to tease her clit.  Her hips rose
automatically against his hand, silently begging him for more while she
struggled against the desperate urge to beg.
“You’re
shaking.  You want to come.”
“Yes,”
she quickly admitted hoping he would end her torment.
Mitch
pulled out of her slick sheath, let her watch as he licked his finger clean
from her juices then took her right hand from her breast and lowered it to her
pussy.  “Then make yourself come.  Let me feel you come apart.”
From
the look on his face, Hannah knew if she wanted to climax this was the only way
he was going to allow her to do it.  Had
she been on her own, she knew she wouldn’t do this no matter how much she
wanted to, but having him in charge took that decision away from her as well as
any lingering guilt she harbored over whether this was right.
As
she slowly slid her finger inside herself, she studiously avoided looking at
Mitch in the mirror.  That left looking
at what she was doing her only other option. 
She didn’t know what startled as well as excited her more, the warm,
damp feel of her vagina for the first time or the way Mitch’s penis jerking
against her rear elicited a warm gush over her finger.  She gasped at the sensation, wiggling against
his thighs as she tried to find the spot he was so good at locating, that one
spot that made her feel so good.
“Take
your time,” Mitch told her as he squeezed her right breast.  “Get to know yourself by feel, where you like
to be touched, how soft or how hard. 
We’re in no hurry.” 
Hannah
paused in her ministrations long enough to turn her head and glare up at
him.  “You may not be, then again you’ve
already had your fun,” she reminded him tartly.
Mitch
grinned at her.  He liked the way that
feisty streak overrode her shyness when she was pushed beyond her comfort level.  Flexing his cock against her ass, he said,
“And I’m ready for more fun, but I can wait.”
Just
as he said that, Hannah found her special spot, that one place that was sure to
push her closer to coming.  “Oh God,” she
whispered tremulously as she rubbed herself over and over, her hips shifting
restlessly with her increasing pleasure. 
“Mitch.”  She didn’t even know she
whimpered his name on a plea, didn’t realize she was pleading for help until
his finger rooted out her clitoris, joining hers in driving her to the edge of
madness.
“Now,
Hannah,” Mitch bit out as he milked her swollen little bud between his fingers
while her finger continued to stroke her pussy. 
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
Like
a magnet to metal, she was powerless to resist the pull of his command.  She was left with no choice but to obey that
deep, demanding voice, no option but to let go and allow the exploding pleasure
to take over her senses.  Her last glimpse
in the mirror before she closed her eyes was of his fingers working in tandem
with hers, her legs splayed wide, her breasts swaying with her body’s
gyrations.  Fireworks erupted behind her
closed lids as her skin dampened from her exertions.  She felt her vaginal walls clamp around her
finger, vaguely acknowledged that Mitch was feeling the same thing as well as
the increased moisture from her climax. 
That knowledge seemed to set off more sparks in a kaleidoscope of
colors, the increased pressure of his fingers around the most tender part of
her anatomy making her cry out and shudder against his hard embrace.  
Mitch
lied when he told her they were in no hurry. 
Watching her, feeling her climax under her own hand made him desperate
to have her again.  Grabbing a condom
from the bedside table, he quickly sheathed himself then lifted her hips far
enough to give him room to sink into her still spasming sheath.  Her pussy enveloped him like a warm glove,
her slick walls clutching at his cock with the final tremors of her climax.
“Mitch!”  Hannah’s eyes flew open in startlement at the
sudden shift in positions and the first thing she saw in the mirror was Mitch
penetrating her, his penis replacing their fingers in a move so smooth it left
her gasping.  He gave her no time to
adjust, no time to question right or wrong, no time to panic over her
insecurity about the strange position and no time to recover from her first
climax before he drove her straight into the throes of another one.
He
took her over, physically and emotionally, as he grabbed her hips and thrust up
into her, controlling her, his well-aimed thrusts rasping her clit over and
over as the odd position allowed him to go deeper, the mirror allowing her to
watch him thrust jarringly over and over. 
She could do nothing but accept the pleasure, watch as her body welcomed
his, each hard thrust making her breasts bounce while she leaned back against
him to keep her balance.  Another orgasm
ripped through her, had her clutching at the burgundy spread in an attempt to
anchor herself against yet another storm of pleasure.  

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