Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Set in Stone available now!

This is a never before seen peek inside the x-rated statuary.

Set in Stone by LA Day
Copyright 2008


Locked inside an erotic statuary their passions ignite. But are they real or a product of the situation?

There was a reason why she kept her distance from this man. She had known from the moment they met that he spelled trouble for her orderly existence. That’s why she avoided him and declined his invitations. One kiss proved her fears true. He stirred emotions she’d repressed for years. Emotions she did not intend to allow to destroy the life she had cultivated.

Pressing a hand to his chest, she intended to shove him away. Beneath the silk of his shirt, he was all muscle. Her fingers curled against him and she felt the smattering of chest hair. A moan rumbled in her throat as she shifted against him, dragging the aroused tips of her breasts across his firm body. Heat unfurled low in her belly as her clit throbbed to life.

Returning his kiss as if her life depended on it, she slid her fingers between the buttons of his shirt. His skin was hot, smooth and sprinkled with hair. Moaning into his mouth, she arched her back as his hand ran the length of her spine.

His hand cupped her ass and rocked her aching pussy against his firm thigh. A surge of pure energy whipped through her center and she was lost.

Wrenching their lips apart, Jacob pressed his mouth to her ear. “Damn,” he groaned. “I knew if you ever let me close we’d go up in flames.”

“No,” Sarah croaked. She wasn’t sure what she was protesting. The fact that he’d aroused her as no man ever had or that he’d stopped.

She felt his chuckle. “It’s a little late to object.” He pulled back and ran his hungry gaze over her rumpled form. Raising a hand, his thumb brushed against one distended nipple. “This belies your weak complaint.”

She almost whimpered at his touch. “Stop it.” She tugged her suit jacket back into place.

“I did stop it. If I hadn’t, by now you’d be lying under me.”

Of course, he had to throw it in her face that he was the one to end their embrace. “That’s a bit presumptuous.” Sarah patted her hair as she tried to regain her composure.

Jacob shrugged. “Maybe you’d prefer a different position.” He waved his arm at the wall of statues. “I’m partial to this one.” Spinning her around, he cocooned her in his warm embrace in front of a particularly erotic pose. A woman was on her knees, her ass tipped up as a man penetrated her anally.

Sarah’s heart thundered and she swallowed deeply. She couldn’t stop from clenching the muscles of her ass. The muscles that were intimately pressed against the bulge of his arousal. He shifted slowly against her and she clenched her teeth to stop a cry of need. It took every ounce of will power she possessed not to thrust back against him, not to beg him to bend her over the bench and take her.

“Do you know what I like best about this statue?”

Sarah snorted as her head spun dizzily. For a moment, she thought the statues came to life. A low, panting moan of pleasure-pain filled her ears as the large man thrust deep and hard into the woman’s upturned ass. Sarah shook her head to clear her thoughts. Obviously, she had taken an excessive amount of cold medicine.

She shivered in his arms as she wiggled her ass against his aching cock. It was a test of his will not to throw her to the floor and take her. Grasping her chin, he forced her to look at him. “I love the look on her face. Look how much she’s enjoying it.” He turned her back toward the statue. “I want to see that look on your face when I fuck you long and hard.”

“It’ll never h-happen,” she stuttered in denial, but he could feel her resistance melting. Heated blood raced through his veins, he’d never wanted anyone the way he wanted her.

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