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Category: Romance
Description: Who would have thought that the witness protection program could spark a romance? The witness protection program has strict rules about romance, especially a romance between the top agent and one of her witnesses, but that didn't seem to stop Alexandra Hunter. She'd never met a man like Gabriel Elliott. Can they find a way to bend those rules? Can Lexi give in to the feelings that Gabe inspires so easily? Will they be able to have their own happily ever after? Excerpt: He was nothing like she'd thought he would be. He didn't portray the arrogance or the front she'd dealt with before. She wanted him to need her more than she needed him, though. Lying in that hospital bed, he was half-asleep, the bandages on his body tinged with blood. He looked younger than the picture she had in her file. He looked vulnerable, and it touched a side of her she'd always been careful not to let get involved at work. "Mr. Elliott?" she asked softly, seeing his eyes open. He gazed at her as if he wasn't sure who she was or what she wanted. "You're not supposed to be in here," he said, his voice slightly drowsy and baffled. She smiled. "Mr. Elliott, I believe you've been told about me. I'm Alexandra Hunter. I'm here to protect you and help you make the transition. I'll be with you until we get you through trial, and then we'll get you set up in a new life." "You are going to protect me?"
eBook Publisher: Eternal Press/Damnation Books LLC/Eternal Press, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: April 2011

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [231 KB]
Words: 50696
Reading time: 144-202 min.

Chapter One

She slid her tongue down his chest, leaving a sheen of moisture glistening in the bright light of the living room and the television. He grunted, tipping his head to the side and moving his eyes from the screen where two guys were double teaming a red-headed cheerleader, to the tiny blonde who curled onto his lap, slowly driving him nuts with the slow lapping of her tongue on his skin.

She caught his glance and smiled cheekily, slipping out of his naked lap to the living room floor and pushing back the coffee table to keep it out of her way. His cock rose from his lap, a nest of dark, wiry hair cushioning her hand as she wrapped it around the base. "This is so sexy," she lisped as she ran her closed fist over the bulging member.

"Don't talk, suck," he growled, digging his hand into the ponytail bobbing above her head. He guided her down and then looked back to the television set to see the girl on screen screaming as three hooded men broke into her home and caught her masturbating on the couch. It was one of his favorite parts of this video, and he watched as she tried to run, her pussy lips rudely spread by the huge dildo she'd been ramming inside herself.

One of the men caught her, grinning as she jiggled against him, and reached down, moving the dildo inside her and hearing her squeak. Her juices squelched around the heavy plastic, and the shot moved in for a close up, showing off her bare cunt and the man's hand.

Gabriel Elliot gasped as his little blonde parted her lips wide, taking his distended member deep into her mouth at the same time as the little blonde on television was surrounded by the three men in black masks. They held her captive, moving their hands over her, ignoring every protest and weak cry for help that came from her mouth.

He smiled as one man knocked her to the floor, grabbing her hair in somewhat the same manner he had the blonde bitch in his lap, and forced her to rub her face against the bulge distending his black pants. The man on screen ordered the girl to pull his hard cock out of the confines of the dark denim and breathed a sigh as she tugged his zipper down and reached in to take out his bulging prick. Gabriel watched as the girl took it deep into her mouth and the rapist buried her nose against his pubic hair, grinning at both the camera and the other men with him.

"Bitch can suck," Gabriel muttered as the man on television spouted the same line. One of the other men lifted her onto her four-inch heels and yanked the dildo from her cunt, a string of pussy juice hanging from the tip of the huge phallus.

"Let's see if she can fuck," said the man holding the dildo. He dropped the plastic pecker onto the floor and slipped down his black jeans, exposing a hard cock of roughly the same size. It was black, the head shining with his pre-cum, and with one thrust he plowed into the blonde's bare cunt, laughing as she squeaked out her denials of his movements. Slapping his hand on her white ass, he ordered the bitch to hump it and do a good job or...else.

The threat was weak, and Gabe could have come up with something a bit more appropriate and sure as hell a lot sexier than that, but it was effective. The little blonde in the video began moving in ways he had never seen a girl move. He leaned back on the couch in his living room, his hand still wrapped around his blonde's ponytail, forcing the bitch to take his cock deeper and deeper. He ignored her gag reflex, knowing she'd have a hard time puking with his cock in her gullet and enjoying the way her throat muscles felt as they worked around his meat.