Intro to Sex Weed & Guest Author: Sylvia Hubbard

Good Morning,

I’m so excited about participating in Sydney’s guest appearance. Whenever I’m a guest in someone’s blog home, I like to conform to what his or her visitors usually expect, but with a twist.

First let me introduce myself. I’m romance suspense/erotic intrigue and excitedly dubbed Cliffhanger Queen by my readers. I have been a writer for as long as I can remember and I choose romance because I was addicted to historical romances (Johanna Lindsey, Katherine Woodwiss and Beverly Jenkins. But I’m a lazy writer and I hate all the durn research, so I usually take historical themes and turn them into contemporary stories.

On my blog, I usually post stories and with Sydney’s blog being erotic, well, that’s just up my alley.

I should warn you in advance, I am a cliffhanger queen and I love suspense, so expect a little twist and turn along with a story to make you wiggle in your chairs and then shift into hot.

This little number is especially for Sydney’s blog for the month of April that I’m going to call Sex Weed. I decided to “make it up” just for you and I’ll post every Monday. I love comments and critiques.

Sex Weed (yes, from the R. Kelly song)
Dyson Peare a man who maintained a strong control on all parts of his life is dead set on coming out the winner in a long battle with his step-brother, Reed Lawson. Upon the knowledge of finding out his brother is secretly married to a woman who doesn’t want to be married to him, Dyson prepares himself to get the ultimate win when he found Reed fathered the son Dyson thought was his own. Yet, Melissa Lawson is a complicated woman who even Reed could not deal with but did not want to let her go. Now Dyson prepares to bend her to his will, but he finds himself obsessed with the heaven he finds between her legs and once his victory over his brother is done, he doesn’t know if he can give up her sex weed.

Pressing deep into her, his shaft pulsed and it took all his control to not come again, but she felt so damn good. There was just something about morally wrong sex that turned Dyson Peare on and the more he had of her body, the more he wanted her. It was the second time that day he had given in to his lust, this time right across his desk where he drove deep into her knowing the wood was going to tear her back up, but she didn’t seem to care and he was so oblivious, he didn’t care either.

She licked his ear, nibbled voraciously at his neck and then gyrated her body under him widening her legs and moving him even deeper. Her breathless sighs of pleasure aroused him and then she bit her lip to make sure she was quiet knowing he didn’t like noise. Her light cinnamon eyes closed and she trembled.

It was beautiful to watch her orgasm, but he forced himself to look away, yet her nails digging in his back and her snatch practically suckling against his manhood made him very aware of her presence despite how quiet she tried to be.

‘Fuck! Damn! Fuck! Damn!’ His body succumbed to her exquisite hot womanhood and he released himself shuddering and cursing.

He buried his face in her neck to recover himself. This was not just to avoid looking down in her face, but he found that for some reason the sweet smell of her was pleasant and even though he avoided the growing attraction to her, he was a cold son of a bitch that rarely found pleasure in anything other than what a woman could do to his manhood.

Rising above her, he looked down in her now soft brown amused eyes knowing that they were wrong to do this. “What the fuck do you find so damn funny?” he sneered.

Her smile disappeared and whatever amused her she wasn’t going to say. Melissa Lawson was the most complicated woman he had ever met and although he was just screwing with her to screw with his brother, he couldn’t stop wanting what she had between her legs. Did she know his weakness for her?

Dyson wanted to tell her that he found her smile to be the most beautiful thing in the world and he wanted to kiss her until his lips fell off, but he refused to say a word. Instead, he jerked out of her and grabbed some Kleenex to wipe off the condom and hide it, before throwing that in the garbage.

She winced getting off the desk and he saw the bruise on her lower back before she pulled down her skirt, but refused to say anything to that. Call it a love mark, he teased to himself. Love was war and that was just one of the wounds. She could accept it and just go on.

“Is there anything else, Mr. Peare?” she asked, pulling up her underwear and fixing her
hair.

Why couldn’t she be like other females and plead for more attention from him? She wasn’t normal. Sex wasn’t supposed to be routine – especially his sex. He knew he did something to her. The more she didn’t respond the more he worked to make her. That’s why he didn’t mind the nails in his back and loved to see her bite her lips. She enjoyed what he did to her, but dammit she didn’t act like it once he wasn’t touching her. Melissa Lawson was not a normal woman.

‘This is just sex! Revenge sex! And when’s it’s all over you’ll ignore her,’ he told himself.

“I’m going on my two o’clock and then I’ll be picking up my son,” he said. “I won’t be returning, but I do expect that proposal I emailed you to be finished by the time I get in tomorrow morning.”

She only nodded before switching her thick hips out of his office. He allowed his guard to fall as he looked at her luscious backside and told himself next time he would hit it from the back.

Going to his private bathroom, he threw water on his face, washed himself down quickly and then admired his good looks in the mirror. He knew Melissa was attracted to him. He made sure he looked good at all times. He was an inch below six feet and working out twice a day, he looked like a black Spartan, cut right from God’s hand and sent as a gift for women. So what he was arrogant as hell, selfish to the bone – except when it came to his son, Royce, and cold as hell to any female unless he wanted something other than sex from her. With his caramel brown eyes, his bald head, mocha perfect skin, and a goatee around his thick dark pink lips, he was a temptation to any woman.

Checking his Breguet watch, he grabbed his coat and walked out. When he got to the elevator he hit the back wall angry at himself.

‘You’ve got to stop this madness! It’s just a stupid slut cunt!’ Taking control of his emotions, he forced himself not to let her get to him.

Yet for the past month since she had laid eyes on her, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to get between her damn legs. His manhood had almost shot out his pants. On the discovery of her secret, he had used every tactic to get her to give him what he wanted without a fight.

Now he held that against her and used it for every opportunity to fuck her. She didn’t refuse him. Her secret meant more to her than her own body and she allowed him to take pleasure in it whenever he wanted.

It was perfect for him. No commitment, no guilt and all the pussy he wanted. All the while getting the best damn secretary he had ever employed and an occasional babysitter since her son and his just happened to be best friends.

“You look bothered, Dyson,” his client, Alejandro Bellini said placing the wine glass down.

“Do I?” Dyson asked guiltily.

“Does my offer bother you?”

“No! That offer is perfect. I had not expected you to accept our bid when there were two lower bids, Alejandro.”

“My uncle said the same thing, but I liked what I saw on paper, Dyson. You’re damn good and your references spoke highly of you and I know you can get our operations online without me hovering over you every second.”

“I will,” Dyson said arrogantly.

“So why are you bothered?”

“It’s really all personal.”

“This sounds juicy. Do tell.”

Dyson had no close personal friends to confide in. All of them were happily married men and all their wives were close personal friends of his.

“I’m cheating on my wife,” he confessed.

(More to come next Monday April 9th)

Sex Weed Part 1(c) 2007 Sylvia Hubbard

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