Drilled (Hard 'n Dirty) from Ava Sinclair.
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My Review:
**3 stars**
I enjoyed the dynamics of this story. Cal and Iris were from two totally different worlds, but their attraction was undeniable.
At first I didn't like Iris as a character, but she won me over with her inner dialogue. I liked that she was so conflicted between the way she was raised and what she knew was right. Her dad was an absolute monster. I hate that she was made to believe that she didn't fit in her father's world because she wasn't born a male. Cal was sweet and I enjoyed their interactions with each other.
Overall, it was a good read, but I enjoyed the ending more than I enjoyed the book itself.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice is deep and warm in my ear, a molten growl. "If you want it, you have to say so."
I can smell the musk of my arousal on his hot breath. His chest is slick and hard against my back.
I can still walk away. There's still time. He's giving me an out. I can feel his strength, but also his restraint. I feel something else, too- the sharp stab of shame at how deliciously filthy it feels to have the spike of his cock pressing into my ass through his pants. The fabric is all that separates me from the feel of him thrusting into my drenched pussy, from being claimed by a man I've only just a met, a man from a world so different than mine. I feel like a fawn in a tiger's grip.
Do you want me to consume you? The tiger is asking.
"Yes," I say. "Yes, please."
I expect him to take me from behind. I hope he will. But he is going to make me face what I'm asking for, to face him. Cal rises from the bed, turning me around. His eyes command me to lie down. I obey, reveling in his dominance. I look down at my own body. There's a smudge of grease on my side. The insides of my thighs are slick. The room smells like sex. I'm still wearing my pumps. Who knew daddy's girl could be such a little slut. I almost climax again from the thought of the change that's come over me.
Cal is beside the bed, those big hands slowly undoing the clasp of his belt. I'm mesmerized by those hands, by what they have already done. My ass aches slightly from their squeeze; my nipples tingle as if those calloused thumbs are still abrading them.
He pushes his pants and briefs down together. His cock, released from its confines, springs up in freedom amid a thicket of dark curls. It's huge like the rest of him, the knobby head crowned with a drop of pre-cum, the length mapped with a network of thick raised veins. My lips part, as I imagine him holding my hair and shoving that beautiful cock in the back of my throat as I whimper in submission.
What is wrong with me? I've always given head as a perfunctory act, but I want to taste Cal like he tasted me, want to know if his flavor is as salty and earthy as I imagine it would be. I don't get the chance, though. As soon as Cal steps out of his pants, he lowers himself over me, and I feel the power of his naked body against mine. I'm delicate next to him, my skin slick with sweat. The whine of the air conditioner is barely a hum, the hot air of the room pressing us together. The only illumination is a shaft of early evening light coming through the slit in the room's blackout curtains.
Cal lowers his mouth to mine. The tongue that just delved between my nether lips now parts the lips of my mouth, fencing with mine as his hands roam my body.
"So beautiful," he says. "You're so damn beautiful. Spread those legs for me, baby."
It's the same commanding tone he used when he told me to get in the truck, the simple comment stirring something in me that I didn't even know existed, something manifest now as I part my thighs, crying out with something deeper than fulfillment as he pushes himself into me. His girth stretches me to the point of pleasure pain. I whimper as my legs go around him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder as our sweat-slick bodies begin to move, sliding against one another. I close my eyes, imagining our bodies as some kind of carnal machine, his cock a drill, plumbing and plumbing my well of pleasure. The sound of his breath, his moan…it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard. I hug his slim hips with my thighs, the heel of one shoe spurring his back, urging him to fuck me harder. He heeds my wordless request, his hips moving like a piston, his heavy balls slapping against my ass.
"Come for me. Come for me now!" His tone is intense, the dark eyes more so. I can't breathe, can't speak. I can only fall into the void opened by the quaking climax. The shockwave that starts as a quiver becomes a strong ripple that milks his cock. He tenses just before I feel the sensation of his hot seed washing into me. My legs squeeze in time with his spurts. I hear a cry and realize it's mine, realize that whoever is in the next room must have heard.
I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. When it's over and I come back to my senses, I will. But for now, for the first time in my life, I feel free.
Iris Tremaine is rich, sexy, beautiful, and way above my pay grade. But that’s not about to stop me.
The attraction is mutual and intense. Iris has never been with a man like me, a man who overwhelms her, a man who says and does things to her that her pedigreed boyfriends never dreamed of.If her oil baron father finds out, losing my job will be the least of my worries. Roger Tremaine will never accept the thought of a common roustabout putting big, dirty hands on his little princess.
When Iris gets pulled into a plan to cover up the company’s poor safety record, she needs my help to expose the truth. Getting involved raises the stakes for both of us. When it comes down losing her inheritance or the rough love of the only man who's ever given her real pleasure, which will Iris choose?
Variety is the spice of life and Ava Sinclair writes a little something for everyone, from dark romance to menage to kinky AF age play. But the one thing that is consistent in her books are strong storylines, alpha males, and strong women whose hearts and bodies aren't given up without a fight.
Ava lives in southern Virginia, where she enjoys hoarding books, hiking, running, spoiling her cats, and spending time with her Eurasian eagle owl, Lucius.
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