The Best Erotic Stories….for hardcore readers

Cruel Men Books are taking Amazon by storm!

Good and bad.

It is not for everyone.

Some readers do not enjoy Snuff erotica. Yes, the little part that after a good hardcore fuck, they end up dead. Neither do they (or Amazon) like dark and dubious concent.

Luckely, I know there are plenty of readers who do.

And that is why I cater for them.

Or at least I try to!

Not sure what Snuff erotica is?

Dont worry, below is a sample from the first Cruel Men book.

Her dark green eyes explored his face, but he looked at her body, the manner in which it curved and how the moonlight caught her wet skin, glimmering with desire. The ends of her hair clung to her young body as she moved; pointy soaked in perspiration. It was easy to lift her, and that was important to Mark, especially tonight. Helena weighed no more than 110 pounds and Mark, being an ex-marine in his early thirties; he had no problem maneuvering her in ways she could only dream of. Mark secretly smiled.

He hammered hard into Helena, fully relishing his accomplishment to have seduced one of the most stunning women ever to deem themselves unattainable. A splitting headache shot through his head and had him reeling, but he quickly recovered. In his momentary oblivion, he saw Victoria’s face distorted in passion…at the doing of another man. Mark could not shake the red filter that covered everything he looked at while thoughts of his cheating wife flitted through his mind. It had been a few weeks since he found out she was fucking her boss and to Mark, coming from a broken home built on infidelity, such things were just unacceptable.

He had to equalize the scales, so he endeavored to get himself some payback and after some research Mark frequented Helena’s favorite night spots, made himself seen, but maintained his distance.  She was drawn to his silent power, his glaring grey eyes and his wild brown hair that fell in deliberate streaks over the side of his face and brow. For a man like him, it was easy to draw out the high end stray cat like her, and he had a bath tub with her name on it.

What he did to Helena right now was satisfying on so many levels. Not only was it poetic, but it was liberating. It felt like drowning a cat. The power of subjugating a weaker pest the way he used to in the dark corners of Baghdad filled him once more and only when Helena started hammering her fists against his chest, he snapped from his clenched jaw fantasy.
“You’re hurting me,” she cried out, her voice vanishing in the wind as her words left her mouth. He knew that expression; he knew that high pitched voice that came with a woman’s panic.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he lied gently. Mark pulled out of his lover and carried her to the four foot border wall. Helena’s dress whipped in the wind like giant batwings, draped over her stomach, leaving her legs and chest bare in the cold night as she licked his neck. Mark was not the tallest man, but his brute musculature was impressive and his rugged handsomeness held a hard thrall over women.

“Where are we going?” she asked in his ear.

“Well, we’ve done it in three directions already. Now we’re going to check out the view on the East face,” he smiled cheerfully and put her down. Mark kissed her deeply and then turned the beautiful blonde to face the awesome scene on the eastern side of the building.

“Wow,” she said, looking over the splendor of a million colored lights, moving and inanimate, floating in the blackness of the city night. Mark stood tightly behind his lover and his strong hands pulled up her dress to her waist, leaving her buttocks naked against his penis.

Mark bent her over the wall.

The four lanes of the main street below stretched into forever and she felt Mark enter her harder than before. Helena squealed with surprise and delight at the surge of pleasure and watched the lights below shift and turn as her lover fucked her over the wall’s edge. Eventually he noticed her getting lightheaded, growing quiet from the vertigo. Her body was weak, but she still clenched her legs together to tighten her hold on his cock and he rammed her incessantly until welling with a hot flush of orgasmic thunder and blew his load into her.

He crooned out into the endless darkness overhead and his lips curved into an insidious smile she could not see.

The sexy young woman bubbled with alcohol and joy, falling against Mark from the dizziness of hanging upside down for a roughing. He held her firmly in place.

“Thank you, angel,” he whispered into her left ear and she loved the feeling of his hot breath in her neck.

“For what?” she laughed.

He lifted her above the wall and summarily threw her over.

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