A Passionate Squee: Mary Quast #EroticRomance #Prizes

Rachel knows what she wants. Dustin recognizes what she needs. With the help of Madame Eve and a silk scarf, they set the sheets on fire. Will a rekindled flame die in the morning or blaze even higher?

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A Passionate Squee Excerpt from Taming Rachel by Mary Quast

Being blindfolded accentuated her other senses. She heard ice cubes clink together and liquid pouring. Supporting her by the back of her head, he held a glass to her lips. The ice water cooled her throat as she drank. He wiped a drip from her chin, an adorable gesture. A soft slurping signaled he finished the drink. She couldn’t hold back a smile when the bed dipped with his weight and she heard the crinkle of a foil covered condom package. Her belly fluttered with anticipation.

He elevated her foot and kneaded sensual pressure points. Finishing with a nip on her toe, he moved his attention to her leg and removed her stocking. He picked up her other foot and repeated the process. Once free of her stockings, he gently massaged her legs and placed warm kisses as his touch traveled upwards. Deep growls and soft moans told her of his enjoyment at lavishing her with the attention. Heat radiated off his body, warming hers.

He stroked her swollen bud. She moved with a jolt and begged for more. A rumble in his throat conveyed his pleasure with her reaction.

He moved over her, placing soft kisses across her belly. Cupping each breast, he paid them equal respect with his mouth. His breath tickled her neck as he whispered her name before biting her collarbone. She pressed her breasts against his massive chest.

Holding his erection close to her wetness, he teased her with her own desire. He slid the length of his dick up and down without entering her. She didn’t want to masturbate with his cock; she wanted it inside her. Wrapping her legs around his waist and arching, she tried to force him inside.

He pulled back and lifted her legs on to his shoulders. Desperate to touch him, she pulled on her restraints. He massaged her legs, and she relaxed her arms. His touch slid across her thigh. She pushed against his hand.

“You are so fucking wet for me, babe.” He rubbed her clit with the head of his cock until she released a whimper.

“Please.” Needing to be filled, she opened wider.

Cupping her butt, he pushed into her. She gasped at the invasion. He held still until she accepted his girth. Moving in and out at a slow pace, he used her juices to lubricate his unyielding rod. He pulled out then, in one smooth stroke, he thrust in and remained deep inside her.

“You are tight. I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured next to her ear. “But this position lets me get deep inside you. When we’re like this, I feel like I’m touching your soul. So tell me…am I touching your soul?”

“Yes, you are definitely touching my soul, Sir.”

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Romance Author and Artist Mary Quast lives in a log home affectionately named “Camp Run-A-Muk” located in the woods of Michigan with her husband, three sons, and a collection of animal family members. As a professional artist, Mary Quast answered the call to express herself creatively. With her descriptive writing style she has developed a knack for creating passionate characters and realistic settings. Quast is one of the original writers for the 1 Night Stand Series published by Decadent Publishing. When she’s not busy writing contemporary erotic romance novels, novelettes, and short stories, Mary Quast doles out sensual tips and yummy eye candy on her blog “Romantic Interludes”.

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7 Comments

  • We had friends in the upper peninsula who lived in a log cabin without running water except for a pump in the kitchen. They had a sauna for bathing. We loved our time in MI. Blueberry picking and cross country skiing in the woods. Not at the same time. LOL

  • Once I learned you were from Michigan I knew I had to look into your books. I also am originally from Michigan. I’m hoping you will use Michigan as some of your books backgrounds. Looking forward to checking it out.

    • In the Spirit of the Legend series the heroes are from Great Lakes Tribes. None of the books take place in MI, but in Eagle Dance, the couple remember times together as kids on Coldwater Lake and the hero talks about his farmhouse with a pond located north of Mt. Pleasant – if you are familiar with Beal City and Weidman area. The hero in the book I’m currently working on is from the Traverse City area. Michigan certainly is a state for romantic locations!

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