KD Grace describes herself as a hopeless romantic, born with an obsession to write. Unbeknownst to many, her romantic streak can get gloriously debauched....so of course we welcomed her with open arms here at Sweetmeats Press! KD spends most of her time writing erotic stories, allowing herself to be the creative force within her own raunchy universe.
There wasn’t time to think about it. There was no ceremony, no prayer or meditation nor any of the ritual he would have thought might take place before a mortal fucked a goddess. She just sheathed his cock in tight wet pussy so exquisite that, as she wrapped her legs around him and thrust up to meet him, he was sure he was having a religious experience. But before he could get too enraptured by the goddess’s cunt, she raked her divine fingernails across his ass-cheeks, and he flinched and bit back a curse. “I want you to hold your lust for me, Jack Calendar,” she whispered against his ear. “For I promise you, the longer you hold it, the more pleasure you shall have when at last I give you permission to release it. Can you do that for me, my darling?”
“I’ll try,” he breathed.
Her laugh was low and throaty. “I would suggest that you do more than try, my dear Jack, for I shall punish you exquisitely if you do not.” For emphasis, she gave him another nail raking, this time across his shoulder blades. Even before the sting had eased, Iris joined them in the bath. This time, however, she wore more than her requisite string of pearls. She wore a realistic strap-on dick that looked like it might be gold plated, and the belt that supported it was inlaid with pearls. Simple yet elegant. But Iris’s fashion statement was of far less interest to Jack than the gold plated cock pointing in his direction.
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