The Twelve Cock-tales of Christmas by Charlene M. Martin

Celebrate
your holidays with this hot

New release!

***This is book 4 in the whiskey collection, it can be read as
a stand alone, but not recommended. ***

The
Twelve Cock-tales of

Christmas

Christmas. That special time of
year when we celebrate each other and the gift of life.

Alec and Angel have a
very different idea of how to celebrate Christmas. They were invited to an
elite sex club for its annual Christmas party, and the theme is the twelve
cock-tales of Christmas — a sultry mix of alcohol and everything sensual that
just might land you on Santa’s naughty list, if not his lap.

But like every good
story, as it unfolds, will Alec and Angel withstand the curve balls life throws
in their path? Love isn’t always so cut and dried, the weather outside is
frightful, and lives may be lost in this erotic Christmas tale.

Editorial Review: “Deliciously dirty right from the start.”

~ Samantha Talarico.

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Editorial Review: “If you want a short erotic story for Christmas this is your book.
Charlene M. Martin has a way with erotic books. She always has you begging for
more and leaving you very sexually frustrated.” ~ Tammie Lee @ For the love of books blog.

I lean down and
tenderly kiss the top of her head then slowly slip the blindfold over her eyes
before pulling each one of her wrists up and clasping them in the cuffs. Once
secured loosely – I never truly want to hurt her – I raise them over her head.
“Keep these up here.”

She nods in agreement,
and I unclasp the top of her outfit, exposing her bare breasts. “Stay still,” I
instruct as I walk back to the bar to grab my desired items. I set the tray of
cookies down on the table, adjacent to the chair. By straddling her hips,
though my weight isn’t on her, I position my cock over her center and gently
cover her nipples in raspberry filling with the spoon from the jar-full on the
tray. She wiggles a little in response. I can almost taste her raspberry. My mouth waters, but I continue down and place a
little filling in her belly button.

Reaching for a
gingerbread cookie, I place it over her pussy. I glide my body up hers to place
another cookie in my mouth. I rub it against her lips, and she opens them, taking
a bite. “Mmm.”

The remainder of the
cookie I skim down her chin, neck, chest, and into the red raspberry filling
coating a nipple. I bring it once more to her parted lips, and she takes
another bite. “Oh God, that’s good.”

I pull the cookie from
between my teeth, and ask, “You like that, do you?”

“Oh god, yes.”

I dip a cookie into the
filling and take a bite. It’s one of the most unique flavors I’ve ever had.
Gingerbread and raspberry — who would’ve thought that would be a good
combination?

Crunching the remainder
of the cookie, I swallow and bring my mouth to her erect nipples. I deliver a long
lick, swirling my tongue roughly against them. She arches her back in response.
As I run my tongue down her torso to her belly button, I create a sticky trail.
I lap a taste of her raspberry-filled navel, then slide my mouth lower, between
her legs, taking a bite out of the cookie there. Crunch. Her body shivers in response, and I moan, meeting her
excitement. Reaching down, I grab the spoon and pour a big dollop between her
parted thighs. Raspberry-covered pussy. .
. YUM.