Writing under Nicki Day as well as her more commonly known pen name, Nicole Morgan has two hot and steamy winter tales to warm you up on these cool autumn nights and each is on sale exclusively on Amazon for only 99 cents!
Newly divorced, Vicky Browning is coming home for the holidays for the first time in years. After losing her supposed friends in her recent divorce, she has nowhere else to go and tries to make the best out of the situation.
U.S. Marine, Michael Barnett just set his boots down on American soil for the first time in eighteen months. He wants nothing more than to go home to his humble mountain home, drink a few beers, and fish the rest of the year away. Michaelâs mother has other plans though, and insists he come home to spend Christmas with those who love him.
Michael and Vicky havenât seen one another in seventeen years. Their last meeting was less than enjoyable as they said goodbye to one another in a bitter break up at the tender age of eighteen years old. As the awkwardness settles between the two they soon begin to realize that the flames of desire havenât died between them. The wounds they thought had never healed, might just be the very thing that brings them together again.
âFuck. Youâre so wet, Vick.â
She didnât answer, but ground her hips into his hand and moaned. Her movements might have made him want to drive into her, if he hadnât been so mesmerized by the sounds she made. He felt a new sense of greediness overcome him. He no longer cared about how he felt. He wanted to see how far he could take her.
He used his index finger with the middle finger this time. Thrusting inside of her he worked his fingers in and out, pushing deep inside while hitting the back of her cervix.
Her body bucked and she whimpered his name while moaning. He looked down at her. Her face was flush and her full and round tits bounced with every move she made. The taut peaks of her nipples called out to him. It had been far too long since he laved one of them with his tongue.
Opening his mouth, he latched on to one of her nipples and sucked it into his mouth. He kept up the ministrations with his fingers. He could hear her breathing hitch and her voice was beginning to become squeakier the more he worked his fingers deeper inside her pussy.
After 12 years of marriage, Priscilla Blackwood has decided to leave her husband. Retreating to their mountain cabin, she hopes the time away will help heal the heartache she feels from leaving the only man sheâs ever loved.
When Max Blackwood returns home to find out that his wife has left him he is devastated. Refusing to give up on her or the life theyâve built together, he sets out to find her before it is too late. When a winter storm hits, his plan to rescue their marriage careens off course.
Will being stranded together in a blizzard be enough to repair their broken relationship? Or will Max be forced to say goodbye to the woman who stole his heart so many years ago.
He slid his fingers past the slick folds of her pussy and dipped his middle finger inside. A whimper tore from her, which he quickly swallowed. He loved feasting on the lascivious noises that came from her. They were like fuel to his fire, encouraging him to take more.
Hot juices coated his finger as he continued to play with her, ensuring her readiness for him. He pulled his finger out and worked her wetness up and down along her slit. With his thumb he pressed against her clit and strummed it. He alternated his pressure, touching soft and then hard, moving faster and then slower. He continued the taunt until her body started to squirm against him. His cock twitched in anticipation when he felt her start to move. He knew his Cilla and knew she was past the point of no return.
Pulling his hand out from between them, he lifted her up, effectively breaking their kiss. They stared at one another breathlessly as he pushed her back until she hovered over his cock. She straddled him as he positioned himself at her entrance. With his cock fisted in his hand he looked into her eyes like he had so many times before. They were blue and absolutely breathtaking. There wasnât a spec to her irises that he didnât know. He studied every microscopic millimeter of those eyes and knew them as surely as he knew her body. He sensed her hesitation despite her readiness. He knew they needed to talk about her letter, about why she did it and about so many things. This wasnât the time, though. He needed this, and from the gaze he saw in her eyes, he knew she did, too. She didnât say a word as he pushed himself forward. Her head dropped back and her body arched into his thrust.