Tackling Lauren

Tackling Lauren 

by J.J. Marstead 

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The Love/Hate Series #1 

Genre: contemporary 

Release date: September 15th, 2017

Synopsis

Lauren My brother’s best friend, Beckett… God, just the sound of his name sends shivers down my spine. He’s hot and he knows it. And I want him. But when a mistake I made comes back to bite me in the ass, will it cost me a chance at happiness? Or will Beckett finally be able to see me as more than just his best friend’s little sister? Beckett My life couldn’t be any better. My dreams are coming true, with everything I could ever want at my fingertips. I get to play football and have my choice of any woman I desire. But my life gets turned upside down when my best friend Eric’s baby sister Lauren comes to stay with us for a month. How will I be able to control myself around the eighteen-year-old if she can’t keep her hands to herself? God, help me. Give me strength that I’ll need to survive the month. I’m going to need it.

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Now this is the perfect wake up call. A pair of lips wrapped around my cock, sucking nice and tight, the slurping sound of suction drifting around the room. God, I love my life. Endless amounts of pussy just fall right into my lap. Hell, I’m not going to fucking complain. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that I’m the best quarterback the league has, and I’m on a team that has won three Super Bowls. I fist the girl's hair in my hands and groan, holding it tight, and start fucking her delicious mouth. “Fuck,” I mutter, breathing roughly. She continues bobbing up and down my cock, her tongue working me over, before taking me fully into her mouth once more. I close my eyes and enjoy. What was her name again? Melinda? Rita? Hell, I can’t remember. Instead, the nickname I use for each girl I have a drunk night of passion with spills from my lips. “Babe, I’m so damn close to losing it.” She looks up at me and grins. The blonde bombshell staring at me has my eyes go wide with panic. What in the actual fuck? “Lauren?” I hiss at my best friend’s baby sister. “What the hell? What are you doing in here, in my room?” What the fuck is she thinking? She bites her lip and blushes. “Umm...” I put my hand up and she shuts her mouth. I’m so fucking dead. Did I screw her last night, too? I try to think back, but my head starts pounding. Shit! “What are you doing in here, Lauren? Please, tell me...we didn’t, umm...you know.” I sigh. My ass is so dead. Eric is going to murder me if he finds out what’s happening inside this room right now; his baby sister stroking my cock and sucking me like a fucking pro. I lean my head back and groan in frustration. “Beckett... I…” she mumbles, not even able to finish her sentence. Jesus Christ, how old is she? Like, eighteen now, if I recall. Eric mentioned having her birthday party here at the house. Is that supposed to be tonight? I shake my head, looking down at her. At her hand still wrapped around my cock. I grit my teeth when she applies more pressure. “Let my dick go, Lauren. You wouldn’t know the first thing to do with it,” I semi-lie, because hell, she was just sucking me off like she knew damn well what she was doing. How the fuck does she know how to give a blow job? The idea of her being with other guys makes my insides twist. She looks up at me and her lip trembles. Oh, fuck no, don’t start crying. Jesus Christ, it’s too early for this shit. “No, we didn’t sleep with each other. I just came in here to wake you up, saw a chance, and took it,” she whispers softly. I shake my head. “What the hell you mean you ‘saw a chance and took it?’” I raise a brow at her. I knew she had a crush on me when she was younger but hell, girls and crushes change almost every week. I didn’t pay attention to it then, but apparently, I should have. If I had, she sure as shit wouldn’t be in my room right now, sucking my cock. I grab my hair and blow out a breath. This isn’t going to end well if Eric comes walking in. She bites her lip nervously, looking everywhere but at me. “I’ve always had a crush on you...and I wanted you to be my first,” she mumbles. My eyebrows reach my hairline while I stare at my best friend’s little sister. “Wait...what?” I stutter. Did I just hear her clearly? She wants me to fuck her, and not only that, take her virginity? I don’t think so. That is a line even I won’t cross, no matter how tempted I am right now.

Author bio

J.J. Marstead lives in a quiet little town in Quebec, Canada. She's originally from a small Island in Canada called ‘Prince Edward Island’. She loves to read and now she has taking up writing as a new adventure. J.J. is married and they have a beautiful daughter. She’s a stay at home mom, so she has plenty of time to think of naughty things to write. She'll have you breathing rough and wanting more.

 

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J.J. Marstead

J.J. Marstead lives in a quiet little town in Quebec, Canada. 

She is originally from a small Island in Canada called ‘Prince Edward Island’.

J.J. Marstead is the pen name; she wanted to have a pen name because it seemed pretty awesome.

Her real name is Jessica Martell, and no she is not ashamed of writing.

She loves to read and now she has taking up writing as a new adventure. 

She’s a stay at home mom, so she has plenty of time to think of naughty things to write.

Married to the love of her life of nine years, they have a lovely daughter who is seven years old, and they have two dogs, full house.

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Aside from dazzling her readers, Tasha is busy raising three young children; two girls and a boy with her loving husband. She enjoys spending time at the beach, swimming and the search for new material for her stories. Tasha has many talents other than, but not limited to arts and crafts, scrapbooking, nail tech and baking. She has a love of movies and doesn't mind a good scary movie or action flick to keep her on the edge of her seat when she's not watching animated movies with her children.

Although she has her hands full, there is always a great story brewing in that creative mind of hers. With the support of her loving husband, family, and friends, she has taken her creativity to another level. Not only does Tasha love exciting her reader's fantasies, she loves to include twists and turns that will blow their mind, leaving them hooked on every word from beginning to end.

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J.J. Marstead lives in a quiet little town in Quebec, Canada. 

She is originally from a small Island in Canada called ‘Prince Edward Island’.

J.J. Marstead is the pen name; she wanted to have a pen name because it seemed pretty awesome.

Her real name is Jessica Martell, and no she is not ashamed of writing.

She loves to read and now she has taking up writing as a new adventure. 

She’s a stay at home mom, so she has plenty of time to think of naughty things to write.

Married to the love of her life of nine years, they have a lovely daughter who is seven years old, and they have two dogs, full house.

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Ace

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J.J. Marstead lives in a quiet little town in Quebec, Canada. 

She is originally from a small Island in Canada called ‘Prince Edward Island’.

J.J. Marstead is the pen name; she wanted to have a pen name because it seemed pretty awesome.

Her real name is Jessica Martell, and no she is not ashamed of writing.

She loves to read and now she has taking up writing as a new adventure. 

She’s a stay at home mom, so she has plenty of time to think of naughty things to write.

Married to the love of her life of nine years, they have a lovely daughter who is seven years old,

and they have two dogs, full house.

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