Read TAMED: #2 in the Fit Trilogy Online
Authors: Rebekah Weatherspoon
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Contemporary, #Multicultural, #Multicultural & Interracial, #Romance, #Erotica, #erotic romance, #spanking, #flogging, #TAMED, #FIT, #FIT TRILOGY, #Egyptian Heroine, #Latian American Hero, #Interracial Romance, #Bdsm, #Sadomasochism
Still, her mom wanted to meet him, in exchange for keeping the Shalaby men in line. Especially since her dad, who was so overdramatically devastated that his little girl finally had a boyfriend, continued to pout about it almost every day. God help the man if he ever found out what they were really up to.
Nailah offered to take her mom to breakfast on a Saturday morning, and on the way they stopped by Melrose Fitness to see Armando between clients. All Armando had to do was flash that killer smile and her mom was done for. There was some playful interrogation, though, before she was completely satisfied.
“The night is still young. What do you want to do?” he asked, as he turned at the next stop sign.
Nailah squirmed in her seat. “Probably something about this plug in my ass.”
“How does it feel?”
“You know how it feels.”
“No, I don’t,” Armando said, with a cruel laugh. She’d been threatening to shove various things in his ass ever since they started her plug training. Every time they went up a size she gave him a piece of her mind, but by now Armando fully understood that when it came to him, she was all bark and no bite. Unless he actually stepped out of line.
He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. “How does it feel? Tell me.”
She moved a little closer, as close as the center console would allow her. “It feels too big, but I don’t want to take it out.”
“You want me to leave it in while I fuck you?” he asked, as his hand found its way into her underwear. “Fuck. Have you been this wet all night?”
Nailah picked her pendant up off her chest and ran the chain over her teeth. “Mhmm.”
His hand moved up and a finger swirled around her clit. “You want me to pull over?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He found a spot on the side of the street, between some streetlights, and threw his truck in park. As soon as the engine and their seatbelts were off, Nailah scrambled over the seat into Armando’s lap. He reached for a condom in his glove box. The outdoor sex they had was becoming more frequent. They were always prepared.
He kissed her, that way only he knew how to kiss her, deep and slow, with his hand twisted in her hair. She went for his zipper, letting his cock out to play. He’d been good, keeping those three little words to himself until Nailah was ready to say them back. As he kissed her and pulled her panties to the side she knew she was getting closer to that day. She was nearly there. Just not yet.
The End
Picked up TAMED (#2 in the FIT Trilogy) first? Not a problem. Check out FIT (#1 in the FIT Trilogy) and get to know Armando’s buddy, Grant and his lady, Violet.
Coming December 2014…
SATED
(#3 in the Fit Trilogy)
About the Author
Rebekah was raised in Southern New Hampshire and now lives in Southern California with a great human, one cat whom she loves dearly and another cat she wants to take back to the shelter.
Her interests include Wonder Woman collectibles, cookies, James Taylor, whatever Nicki Minaj is doing at any given time, quality hip-hop, football, American muscle cars, large breed dogs, and the ocean. When she's not working, writing, reading, or sleeping, she is watching HGTV and cartoons or taking dance classes. If given the chance, she will cheat at UNO.
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Copyright © 2014 Rebekah Weatherspoon
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First Edition: September 2014
Credits
Editor: Anya Richards
Cover Design by Awesomesauce Designs
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.