Rawr HOT and LOL Funny TEASERS from TAMED by Emma Chase!!!

I’m super excited to be sharing a few teasers with you today from Tamed by Emma Chase.

You want funny? I have funny. You want hot? I have that too, so go check them out…

Let’s start with funny…

She puts on the helmet, but doesn’t climb on the Ducati right away. She stands on the sidewalk, hands on her hips, looking thoughtfully at it. “What would you say if I said I wanted to drive your motorcycle to the party?”

“I’d say you’re shit out of luck. I don’t ride bitch.”

She knocks me upside the head—but my helmet softens the blow. “Then let me take it for a ride myself. Just around the block.” 

“I . . .don’t think so.”

She pouts.

I sigh. “Have you ever driven a motorcycle before?”

“No, but I’ve always wanted to.”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to fly, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna strap on a squirrel suit and skydive from the god damn Empire State Building.”

She steps closer, and rubs her placating hands up my chest. “Come on, please? I’ll be really careful and grateful. Really grateful. Like . . .deviantly, let you handcuff me to the bed, kind of grateful.”

Forget the national broadcast system—this is the test. Am I going to stick to my man-guns, keep my pride, and protect my cherished vehicle from almost certain carnage? Or, am I going to be ruled by my dick and swayed by the promise of kinky, have-Dee-at-my-mercy-all-night-long, sex?

No contest.

“Riding bitch, it is.”

And how about one with Drew included? 

We return to Alexandra’s side and I can tell by his expression that he’s going to ask to be excused again. But then, Drew seems to decide on a different strategy. He smiles deviously. “Hey look—Squeaky’s here.”

“Who?” Alexandra inquires.

Drew gestures with his wine glass. “Curly haired brunette, in the blue dress near the bar.” 

Lexi’s head bobs until she spots the lady in question. “That’s . . .Alyson Bradford.”

Drew shrugs. “She’ll always be Squeaky to me.”

“Why do you call her squeaky?”

Mentally I shake my head. Because Alexandra should’ve known better. 

“She squeaks when she comes.”

“What?”

Casually, Drew explains, “Like a dog’s chew toy.” He holds up his hand, opening and closing it. “Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeeeeeak. At least she did when we were seventeen, but I don’t think that’s a condition she’d outgrow.”

“How do you know that?” Alexandra asks, expectedly grossed out. “When did you have sex with Alyson Bradford?”

Drew looks to the ceiling, recalling the event. “Um . . .junior year. It was in the dark days following our loss to St. Bartholomew’s in the playoffs. I wouldn’t say she was my rock bottom, but she was close.”

Lexi turns away. “Eck . . .forget it, I don’t want to know.” If it’s one thing The Bitch can’t stomach, it’s detailed stories of her brother’s sex-capades. Which is precisely why Drew says, “She also does this nasty thing with her tongue . . .”

Alexandra clasps her eyes shut. “Alright! You know what? Fine—if you want to go that badly, then go. If you want to leave me in my hour of need . . .”

She never should have given him an out. Drew smiles brightly, puts his glass on the tray of a passing waiter and kisses her cheek. “You’re the best sister ever. Bye.”

Ready for hot? 

Dee wets her lips with her tongue and slides my jeans down over my hips, freeing my already aching dick. She wraps her small hand around the base, pumping slowly. “Until you take those photographs of me, and develop them here, I want you to think about this, the next time you’re in this room.”

Still stroking the base, she covers the tip with her lips, sucking gently and flicking it with her tongue.

I lean more weight against the door—my knees going weak. She removes her mouth, peels the foreskin back, and takes me fully in. And I can’t help but moan. “Fuuuck.” 

Her mouth is hot, and wet and so tight, bright dots appear in the darkness of my closed lids. Slowly she increases the suction of her mouth, the speed of her rubbing palm—my hand buries in her hair and tightens.

Dee hums around me, and I beg, “Faster . . .”

Even hotter? 

I rip at the remaining fabric of her tube top and yank it down, revealing two plump, gorgeously full tits. And on one, is a winking diamond piercing.

Holy mother of fuck. 

My cock grows harder, weeping at the sight. I attack her breasts like a gluttonous animal—sucking and biting—grasping and tugging with my hands. My mouth covers her pierced nipple, tasting cold metal and warm flesh. I pull at it with my teeth and lap it with my tongue.

Dee writhes and whimpers below me, scratching my back with her nails, leaving scalding, sensuous gouges in their wake. “Fuck me, Matthew.” Dee wails. “I need you to fuck me, now.”

In a flash, I retrieve a condom from my wallet and roll it on in record time. By her ankles, I drag her to me, so her ass is at the edge of the bed. I drag the head of my dick through her needy pussy, teasing at the opening.

Then I look her in the eyes and ask, “How . . .how do you want it?”

“Hard,” She moans. “Hard and deep. I want to feel every fucking inch of you inside me.”

This is lust at its finest—primal passion, visceral hunger.

O.M.GGGGG right?!?

This baby comes out on Tuesday people…just two more days!!!!

Tamie Xo