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JACK STONE - WILD JUSTICE

Blurb:

Jack Stone is the Dark Master.

A tough man. A hard man - and he is sexy as all hell.

When Jack Stone arrives in the small town of Windswept, Arizona all he wants is answers. What he finds is a sexy woman with a lust for BDSM and a secret the locals will kill to keep.

“On the ground. Face down,” the cop in front of him had had enough. He barked the command, his voice suddenly loud again.

Stone stared at the officer expressionless. Didn’t react, didn’t move. He just stared, eyeball to eyeball for a long time. “The ground is dirty,” he said after a minute. “This is my only t-shirt.” There was no way he was going to lay face-down on the ground. Not for these two country cops. No way.

Excerpt:

"I want you to be on display," the man said. "I want everyone who looks in this window to see what your face looks like as I fill you with my shaft." The woman groaned, a sultry, throaty moan of passion and lust. She nodded her head, and her breathing was ragged and unsteady.

"Yes," she said. "God, yes."

She felt the first inch of him slide within her and he was massively thick and burning hot. She felt herself being stretched, and her body began to thrill and shudder. There was a sudden warm rush of her arousal, molten and uncoiling in the pit of her stomach – and then he was withdrawing himself, teasing her and maddening her with frustration.

"Reach down between your legs," the man said. "Touch yourself and tell me how wet you are." She did as he ordered. Her hand came away glistening with the juices of her excitement. She held her fingers up for him to see.

"Write my name on the window," he said. "Use the juices on your fingers to tell the world who owns you."

The woman gasped. A thundering jolt of wicked, sexy exhilaration burst over her with a force that buckled her legs. It was the most erotic, sexual moment of her life. "I don't know your name."

The man smiled, and then thrust himself all the way inside the woman with a single fluid stroke. The woman sobbed. She felt her orgasm hit instantly – overcome with a surge of pleasure that had been built up with anticipation, and driven to the very edge by the deliciously wicked way he was dominating her. She cried out – a long deep moan of blissful pleasure and the force of her release filled the darkness behind her closed eyes with an explosion of white flashing lights and dizzy relief.

"Stone," the man said. "My name is Jack Stone."