January Blues, Until You (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 46,356
3 Ratings (5.0)

[Siren Classic BDSM: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, BDSM, Interracial, MF, HEA]

Tonya Williams is a no-nonsense career woman, so when a vindictive ex sabotages every aspect of her life, she is left trying to pick up the pieces while fearing retaliation. Then Tonya meets Landon who makes all of her fantasies come true, but can she accept his dark past?

Landon Andino, stripped from his title as owner to the family company by a tragic mistake, is left ridiculed and drinking his life away. When fate brings Tonya into his life, he vows to better himself for her. Landon and Tonya find out that betrayal runs deep, but discover that sometimes your life needs to fall apart in order for it to fall into place.

January Blues, Until You (MF)
3 Ratings (5.0)

January Blues, Until You (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 46,356
3 Ratings (5.0)
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I couldn't put this book down. I read it in two days!

While a fun and easy read, the author was able to weave in deep, relatable issues like domestic abuse, dealing with grief and trauma, and the struggle of rebuilding your life - while not taking away from the fast paced, sexy story.

I found the characters to be realistic and I laughed out loud several times. I also appreciated a strong, ambitious career woman lead.

A must read!
Stephanie Bushnell
I did not expect such a compelling story in a romance book. As a black woman, I am excited to see such a well developed and strong black female lead that I can relate to. Plus, what steamy writing! A truly good story with a hot, sexy story that you can't put down.


“My name is Tonya Williams.” She reached out a hand to shake Rob’s hand. Anger flared in my chest, how dare he be the first to touch her. The action caught him off guard again, I could tell no one had ever been this confident in an interview before with how the others were reacting to her. Rob was flustered, the stupid bastard.

He cleared his throat as he introduced himself to her as she moved on to Mister Mood Crusher.

“Nice to meet you all,” she remarked as she moved to Susan, as the grumpy man mumbled “Daniel” for his introduction. My heart pounded harder and harder the closer she got.

In a moment I would be touching her. Of course I’d be the last hand for her to shake. Did I remember how to shake hands?

Then she was there in front of me. Looking into my eyes. I froze for a moment, taking her in. Her smile turned into a smirk like she could read my thoughts, twisting her face into a sensual expression. And there goes my cock.

I somehow managed to take her hand in mine.

“The name’s Landon.” I winked. I fucking winked. What the hell was wrong with me? God damn it. She raised one eyebrow slightly, not losing that sexy smirk.

“I just want to thank you all for getting back to me so quickly, I really appreciate it.” She had already taken this interview over. Usually the one being interviewed was the nervous one, but her confidence and model level looks commanded the room, making our interview panel pale in comparison.

“It’s not a problem at all, we are happy to have you,” Rob replied. Oh fuck no. If he was sitting next to me I would have stabbed him in the thigh with my pen. Susan made a rehearsed statement and explained how the interview would proceed. We would take turns asking questions while we all took notes. Eight questions, I had to talk twice. Now I only had to hope I wouldn’t make an ass out of myself. Just read what’s on the paper, Landon. I wrote down a couple of notes when Rob asked his question. I didn’t even hear what it was, I was too distracted by every little thing she did, the way she moved, the way her ankles crossed, poised. The way her eyes looked up as she thought of her answer and the sure fire way she spoke, like she was telling us the right answer, not us deciding for her. Her high cheekbones gave her face a sharp look that balanced out the roundness of her nose and lips, which were perfectly pouty. This woman would be the death of me.




“I want to see your face as I take your cunt.”

He pushed further inside of me., I winced but moaned after, the sting of his size unlike anything I have ever felt. He moved torturously slow as he took in my every reaction. I couldn’t help but pant out as inch by inch he invaded me. I dug my nails into his arms, pleasure and pain mixing, making my eyes roll.

He had to be all the way inside of me, I was so full, stretched in every direction.

“Half way there, your you’re doing so good,.” he crooned into my neck, softly kissing me. Goosebumps prickled my skin at his soft touch and the contrast to the biting pain of his huge cock.

“Half? Your cock is massive.” I gasped breathlessly.

He just smiled wickedly in response. I knew it was hard for him to go this slow. His hand once again wrapped around my throat but this time he squeezed, pressing me down into the bed.

He pushed the rest of the way into me as he cut off my air supply. If I could have moaned I would have, instead my mouth parted in a silent scream of pure pleasure and pain. He was buried to the base of his cock, all the way inside of me. My pussy clamped down on his dick., he held still inside of me, getting me used to his size, if that was possible. He let go of my neck as I breathed in sharply, filling my lungs with a shuttered breath. I immediately started moaning.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” I panted. “I think.” He chuckled, continuing to kiss my neck. Shivers went down my spine as he started pumping shallowly into me. Pleasure bloomed within my core as I clawed at his back, begging for more.

He took that as a sign to go a little faster, though he was still holding back. He got up and slid me to the end of the bed, keeping inside of me as he stood up.

“Open your legs, sweetheart, I want to see my dick going inside of your tight pussy.” I did as I was told. He moved to long, gentle strokes, going all the way inside of me then pulling out, leaving me completely empty. Soon my pussy was craving his full length, each long stroke hinting at an orgasm.

“Please, my cunt is ready,.” I begged, begged for him to fuck me hard, to not hold back.

“If you say so,.” he commented mischievously. His next stroke pounded into me, stealing the breath from my lungs.

“Let me know when it’s too much.”

That sounded like a challenge, one I was determined not to lose.

“Let me know when your you’re giving it your all,.” I said mockingly.

He raised his eyebrows, still pumping into me.

“Don’t test me, sweetheart, you just might regret it,.” he threatened.

“Try me,.” I challenged back.

 He shook his head.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He set a punishing pace, pounding into me so hard I saw stars. I held into on to anything that I could, the blanket, his arms, my own hair. I screamed out as he bore into me.

“Hands and knees, now,.” he demanded, his deep voice making the demand sound all the more serious. I quickly flipped around, not wanting to waste any time that I could have him inside of me. I heard him fiddling with something, then a loud SLAP sounded and a burning pain exploded on my ass. He spanked me with his belt again as I sank onto my elbows, ass in the air.

“Your You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” The praise sent my pussy into overdrive, dripping my wetness into the bed below.

“Look at how wet I make you.” I jumped in shock as his tongue lapped up my cream. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him to lose control with me, to fuck me so hard I forgot my own name.

“Oh my God, Landon, just fuck me already!” I screamed.

“That’s what I was waiting for.”

 I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see them, he knew exactly what he was doing and he was an expert at it.

The leather of his belt slid around my neck as he tightened it but not enough to stop me from breathing. He slammed into me with no warning in one quick motion. I couldn’t help it, I screamed out his name.

“Yes, sweetheart, that’s what I like to hear,.” he moaned back. I quickly found that the belt wasn’t meant to strangle me, though honestly I’d be happy if it did, but he used it to create more leverage so he could pummel my pussy that much harder.

I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone in the apartment complex knew Landon’s name by the time the night was over.

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