Monday, August 31, 2015

He's So Fine!


He’s So Fine
by Marie Mason
a MMA / New Adult / College / Romantica Erotica

  Book Description: 
Underground fighter Cage Montgomery was use to making it on his own. When a man in a two-piece suit showed up during his training session, he wasn’t the least bit curious. But Frank, his mentor and the only father figure he’d ever known, ordered him to go to the Hamptons to see his long-lost father.
Cage finds much more than that…he discovers he has a step-sister that makes his body—and his heart—feel alive for the very first time in years.

Theirs was not a forbidden love…but was it a love never meant to be?
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Abby looked at me through the dark veil of her lashes and I could tell she was dying to ask me why I wanted a computer. She looked damn cute this morning. Her hair fell down her back in soft waves and she had on the slightest touch of makeup. Not that she needed it. She was beautifully fresh faced. Today she wore a green and brown outfit that clung to her curves in all the right places. She kept tugging at the top, pulling it away from her breasts. The action only made me want to look even more. I knew she was self-conscious of her size. Hopefully, by the end of the summer she wouldn’t have any doubts about her attractiveness to the opposite sex. I smirked as I took another drink of my protein smoothie.

I could say with no false modesty that being fucked by Cage Montgomery usually ramped up a girl’s self-esteem.

Taking another drink, I had to say the quality and quantity of food was much better at the Montgomery summer residence than I’d had in my entire life. I felt no qualms eating my fill. It was the least the old man could to do, feed me for one summer. It wouldn’t make up for the days I’d gone to bed hungry as a child. But then, I didn’t know if anything could. Except maybe making sure no kid of mine ever did.

“You can use mine. It’s not the latest, but it will get you on the net and there’s a word processing program—”

“You don’t have to sell it to me. As long as I can get on the sites I need, I’m good.”

She walked across the room and took her backpack from the floor. I noticed that even when she went off with her posse, she took her backpack. I watched as her ass cheeks juggled and wondered if she was wearing a thong. I loved slipping my fingers beneath a woman’s clothes and filling my hand with a plump ass cheek.

When she straightened back up, she was biting her lower lip. I just stared at her, realizing she wasn’t doing it on purpose. She had no fucking idea how much that turned me on. How much I wanted to lean down and suck her full lower lip into my mouth and ravage it with my teeth.

“I, um.”

“Spit it out, Sis.”

“I don’t have an anit-virus program. So if you, ‘em—”

“So if I get on my kinky websites, I better be careful and not give you something?”

“I didn’t mean anything.”

“Don’t worry, babe, I’m clean.”

Spotlight Materials

CAGE:       I was a boob man. Always had been. I knew natural from fake. Fake had the perky, almost perfectly round shape that, while filling out a bathing suit or bra perfectly, left a lot to be desired in the sack. I preferred not to knead and bite on a bag of silicone.


Large, natural breasts had a tear shaped droop to them. The flesh gave beneath the fingers and I could make a woman come sucking on her nipples since they hadn’t lost all feeling under the cut of the knife. If this woman’s weren’t all natural I’d go find Big Saul and let him beat me to a pulp. My mouth salivated when I thought of tasting her.



She shrugged her shoulder again and I realized it was a nervous habit, like tugging at the hem of her shirt. I wished she had on something else, something that would slip off her shoulder and reveal her creamy smooth skin. I realized I should have hooked up with a girl before I made the trip. That had to be the cause for my unreasonable attraction to this woman.


My stepsister.

Oh, fuck, that would be just wrong. Wouldn’t it?


She retrieved a glass pitcher filled with lemonade. It had lemon slices floating on top. She had to steady it with both hands, leaving no doubt it was real crystal. Stretching again, she reached for two glasses in the cabinet above her head.


Before I realized what I was doing, I was at her side, taking them down and handing them to her. Now, no one ever accused me of being a gentleman. But hell, if it didn’t bring out something in me to see her struggling like that. “Here you go. Maybe you should get a little step stool or something.” I grinned down at her as I handed her the glasses.


She gave me a reprimanding look worthy of a teacher. Or a nun. “Ha, ha. How’s the weather up there, by the way?”




She wasn’t really short, about five-five in my estimation. But that made her a whole foot shorter than me. I didn’t move as she poured us each a glass of lemonade. It seemed to frazzle her so I stepped closer when her back was turned.


She let out a little yelp when she bumped into me. “I didn’t know you were that close.”


She pushed those cute little glasses up her nose. It made me want to take them off to see just how beautiful those eyes were.


I used the excuse of retrieving my glass of lemonade to crowd her against the counter. I let my cock brush against her hip and delighted in the sharp inhalation of breath she couldn’t control. I took a long drink, knowing her gaze would follow the movement of my throat. It was a cheap seduction trick most guys learned early. I set down the empty glass, caging her in with my arms.


I used that trick every time I could. Chicks went crazy and thought that was how I got my name. Caging them in with my arms.


It wasn’t. My mother had named me Cage. Horace Cage. What a fucking name. I always wondered if she thought my birth had somehow put her in a cage. That was a conversation we would never have. She’d been dead to me long before I’d buried her.



I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. My body was still hot, my thoughts still churning. Don’t ever believe that girls don’t think about sex as often as boys do. Or that we don’t like it as much. We’re just not as overt about it. Well, some girls were. Like Tiffany and Barbara Ann. They flaunted their bodies like lollipops—offering themselves up for a good lick.


Mean, I know, but true. And who’s not to say I might not act exactly like them if I had their rocking bodies. No, I don’t swing that way, but I was honest enough to acknowledge they were beautiful. On the outside at least. Despite the urban legends, not all girls experiment in college. I certainly had no intention. No, my fantasies revolved around a man like Cage.


My hand slipped down and I touched myself. I wasn’t surprised to find myself slick with need. I immediately zeroed in on my clit. Pressing my fingers inside my pussy didn’t do it for me. I think I was one of those women who couldn’t orgasm without some clitty stimulation. Preferably, with a man’s tongue. I’d never had a boy go down on me. But I wanted to. Oh, yeah, I wanted to I thought as I imagined Cage between my legs. I bet he knew exactly what to do. I could almost feel the broad stroke of his rough tongue as he licked me.

My breathing accelerated as my fingers rubbed harder. I didn’t even need to imagine Cage without his clothes to get off. In seconds, I was groaning low in my throat as my pussy spasmed. Withdrawing my hand from my pajama bottoms, I didn’t know how an orgasm with a man could be any better than that.

But, heaven help me, I wanted to find out.

Preferably with my stepbrother who was sleeping down the hall.

I buried my face in my pillow and thought about what a bad, bad girl I really was.


Teaser Quotes


Cage:          Fighting was all I knew. All I ever wanted to know…until that day…


Cage:          I stayed away from trouble if I could. And this small man, holding a thick white envelope looked like trouble. If only I had known how much…


Abby:         I didn’t know how I was even breathing with Cage so close to me. I felt like I had just landed on the surface of the sun and all the air had been sucked out of my lungs.


Cage:          So, little Sis, where am I sleeping? Do we have to share bunk beds? If so, I’m on top.


Abby:         I lost my ability to talk for a moment as I looked into the dark blue pools of color. His eyes said so much and revealed so little. The first thing I noticed was the sadness that had seemed to form a permanent ring around that incredible color. I’d only seen that color once before…Oh, shit, you’re my stepbrother? Aren’t you?


Cage: Are you brave enough to invite the big, bad wolf inside, little red.

My hair is not red.

No, but your face turns a very cute shade every time you’re embarrassed. Which is a lot.


Abby:         I’d dedicated myself to my school for the past thirteen years. I’d been the good-girl, the straight A student. Little Miss Goody-two shoes. It did seem like fate somehow that this boy—man—had been thrown at my feet. Was it time for me to strip away my inhibitions?


Cage: My father wasn’t a bad guy, just didn’t have a clue what happened in the real world. How people like me fought for their very existence every day of their lives.


Cage: Now, ask me what kind of man I am? Oh, right I already told you. I’m a bad boy. What do bad boys do best? Beside fucking up? They fuck good girls and make them bad.


Abby:         I looked at him. At us. I was facing this giant of man, both of us kneeling on the leather sofa. His legs were spread and his shoulders relaxed. Stroke me, he commanded.


Cage:          Are you going to let me have you, baby? Am I going to get to fuck that sweet little c*** of yours?
 About the Author:
Marie loves anything romance. Give her a story about curvy gals and alpha males and she’s one happy person. She writes what she likes to read. All of her stories feature a big, buffed man who takes one look at the woman meant to be his and falls down on his knees. Each of her stories comes with a happily-ever-after all their own.


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