Surrender to a Sex Therapist by Anita Lawless Read Free Book Online

to control my moans of pleasure. My hands found his hair and buried fingers in his golden spikes. While sucking my cock, he continued to play with my balls, and the combination had me wildly fucking his face.
    That is until he yanked his mouth from my shaft to lap and slurp at my scrotum. His skilled hand replaced his lips. He squeezed tightly as he ran his grip up and down my spit-lubed dick.
    Just when I thought he’d milk me to orgasm while gobbling my sac, he changed it up again. His skilled touch left me, and I opened my eyes, letting out a disappointed groan. After a cheeky grin upward, he coiled his lips around my twitching erection, pumping up and down its length as swiftly as he could. While he sucked me eagerly, his hand went back to massaging my balls.
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Read an excerpt from a sizzling Wild & Lawless release Cindy Eller: 50 Shades of Fairy Tales by Leigh Foxlee
    Cindy Eller
    By Leigh Foxlee
    I ditched my pre-Valentine’s date. And it wasn’t the first time I dumped Prince Charming. I felt like a jerk.
    You are a jerk! my inner voice scolded. I wouldn’t blame him if he never chats with you again.  
    “ Oh shut up,” I grumbled back, pulling my glasses from my face to clean away smudges with my sweatshirt.
    Prince Charming was the chat name of my online paramour. I went by Cindy Eller, after my favorite fairy tale. My real name is Cynthia Ellerton, and everyone calls me Cindy for short, so I suppose it lacks any imagination, or internet security really. Me and PC had met in a Funtime Games chat room while playing Goofee Gophers Word Search. He’d made a joke that he must be the one for me, since our screen names matched perfectly. The conversation flowed easily, amicably.
    Then, about a month back, he’d suggested taking our games over to the adult chat section. I’m somewhat sheltered when it comes to sex, but curious, and I felt I knew him well enough to agree. Besides, it was just online sex, right? What harm could come of it?
    My step sisters and step mother didn’t quite see it that way.
    “ What if he stalks you?” Sally clucked her tongue and shook her bright red hair. “You can’t be too careful these days.”
    I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like I plan on meeting him ever. Besides, I’ve been chatting with him for months. What’s the big deal? Don’t be so uptight.”
    My stepmother’s smooth brow crinkled with fine lines. “Sally does have a point. Those internet--oh, what are they called?--hackers?”
    Rebecca, my other step sister, nodded at her mother.
    “ Hackers,” my step mother continued, “could get your phone number, address, all that stuff and come kill you!”
    I tried not to roll my eyes at the thin, bird-like woman. I knew she meant well. She worried that my social anxiety made me spend too much time on the computer and not enough time face to face socializing. Plus she watched too many tabloid news programs and believed them to be true. My step mom saw me as the sheltered introvert she had to protect, and I could admittedly be a bit too cavalier with my internet security, despite my deep trust issues with people. What can I say? I’ve got a contradictory personality sometimes.
    Still, my family didn’t need to worry. I was great with online game chat, but I was still dodging a face to face meeting with Prince Charming. Commitment and trust issues. Yeah, I’m a real package.
    I remembered our first chat make out session. He broke my sexual ice with a simple question: Are you a virgin, Cindy?
    I blushed profusely before I typed back: No, but I’m new to this.
    PrinceCharming: We’ll start slow. Have you ever touched yourself?
    My cheeks grew hotter and my fingers shook as I typed: Masturbated?
    PrinceCharming: Yes.
    I chewed my lip and stared at the chat window, hating how my face burnt with embarrassment. I was a grown woman, in college for crying in the sink, and this was ridiculous. Taking a deep breath, I told myself to Buck up, Princess .
    I typed: Well…