28 Aug '13

Semi Final Two : Cari Quinn/Taryn Elliott Vs Kit Rocha

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Excerpt One 
Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliott: Seduced
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Nick knelt between Jazz’s spread legs. His mouth was actually watering. But he didn’t move. Not yet.

Jazz wet her lips and relaxed against Gray, wriggling a little from what Nick knew was the very hard cock wedged against her back. Gray’s fingers wandered higher, drawing circles over her inner legs, sliding up to the tops of her thighs. Inching closer to the juncture between.

Jazz squirmed as if she couldn’t stay still as Gray’s thumb darted between the lips of her pussy, almost shyly. Did Gray expect her to refuse him? Couldn’t he see how she was jiggling back and forth, her skin prettily flushed and already damp with sweat?

All of her was damp. Nick fisted his throbbing cock. Seriously frigging damp.

Gray’s long fingers met up with the piercing that caged her clit and his hand stilled. He grabbed her chin with his other hand, making her look at him. “What the hell is that?” he growled against her lips.

She whimpered some unintelligible response before slanting her mouth over his. At the same time, Gray slid his fingers inside her. Even muffled by their kiss, Gray’s long, ragged groan echoed in Nick’s head.

This wasn’t just a good fuck to Gray. This was a dream coming true.

And he was about to break it wide open.

Nick edged forward. He had no intention of coming on his own stomach, and if he didn’t do something fast, he was going to. He leaned in and captured one of her nipples between his teeth, pulling hard while he twisted the other. She writhed between them, Gray’s fingers dancing over her with a skill he hadn’t only learned on his instrument. While he’d been expecting Jazz to save herself, he’d obviously been screwing his share of chicks.

Nick switched his attention to Jazz’s other breast, licking the swollen tip while he looked down at the action way too close to his cock. Gray’s fingers pressing in and out, wet from her. So wet, all the way up to his knuckles.

“Christ.” Nick contented himself with her breast, sucking hard while he covered her clit and piercing with his thumb. Gray made room for him, spreading his arms so that one finger from each hand pistoned into her, cramming into that tight little slit until each movement sounded slick from her arousal.

Nick nearly groaned and counted to ten in his head to try to distract himself. Man, he was so close. Evidently so was she. Two, maybe three strokes of Nick’s thumb and Jazz exploded between them, twisting back and forth without shame. God. Nick bit down harder on her nipple than he’d meant to but she only cried out again.

Such a sexy thing she was. All pent-up and ready to go. And so was he.

Instead of Gray demanding a condom—as Nick would’ve in his place—he reached down and grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her up to Nick. Putting her pussy so damn close to Nick’s face that he would’ve been a moron to say no.

Lowering his head, Nick made eye contact with her an instant before his tongue trailed over her soaked flesh. She reached back to fist her hands in Gray’s messy hair, locking him in place so he had no choice but to watch as Nick covered her with his mouth.

Excerpt Two 
Kit Rocha : Beyond Shame

It was like one of her dark fantasies come to life. Jasper, looming over her bound, helpless body, rasping dirty commands. Orders that absolved her of any complicity in her own defilement. Shuddering, she sealed her lips tight and sucked, and she’d almost forgotten about Ace until he hissed out a breath. “Fucking hell, Jasper.” .

“I know.” He glided the pad of his thumb over her tongue. “She’s beautiful.” .

Drunk on the look in his eyes, on the buzz trembling through her body, Noelle scraped her teeth over his thumb. .

He pulled free of her mouth with a pop and smiled approvingly. “That’s good, honey.” The smile lingered as he tugged lightly at her silky shirt. “Is this Lex’s too?” .

“Yes. I didn’t buy much yesterday.” Mostly just the corset, the one he’d liked so much. .

He drew something from his pocket, but she didn’t get a good look at it until it clicked and light glinted off the blade. A knife. He teased the tip under the already-plunging neckline and slit the fabric clean away from her skin. .

Her breasts spilled free, unbound and heavy. She twisted so hard that Ace grabbed her forearm with a warning noise, but she couldn’t sit still. Her pulse pounded in her ears and between her legs. She was painfully aware of her clitoris, of the way it seemed as hard and hungry as her nipples. .

If he cut off her skirt, she might come from that alone. .

But he folded the knife and put it away. “Stay still, honey. The longer it takes, the longer you wait.” .

“Jasper—”.

Before he could say anything, Ace tweaked her nipple, pinching hard enough to force her breath out in a moan. “Jesus, she’s hot for it,” he murmured as he went back to the tattoo. “One more line, honey, and then we’ll play with you.” .

“She’ll want the cuffs too.” Jas sounded certain. .

“That so?” Ace drawled. .

As if there was any question. Noelle felt as if every day stripped away a layer of numbness, a layer of respectability. The girl who’d stumbled out of Eden might have bowed beneath the hard work and endless rules of the commune. .

The girl she wanted to become could only live here, in the darkness of the sector slums. “Yes. I want cuffs.” .

Ace hummed. “What do you say, Jasper? How much more can she take without someone working her off?” .

He stroked the same nipple Ace had tweaked, a gentle touch instead of a rough one. “Not long. Finish blacking out the bar, and we’ll give her a break, make her come. Then you can start on the rest.” .

Noelle groaned and rocked on the seat, so hungry she didn’t care if she looked shameless. “Have you two done this a lot? Tied a girl up and made her listen to you talk dirty about what you were going to do to her?” .

“Oh, she’s cute, Jas. She thinks we’ve been talking dirty.” .

“Ace isn’t dirty,” Jas observed conversationally as his hand drifted down, over the waistband of her skirt. “He’s obscene.” .

Lower. Lower. If she thought it hard enough, maybe he’d slide his fingers over her wet panties and realize how close she was to shaking to pieces. “What’s the difference?” .

Ace finished the final line with a flourish and reached out to catch her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Dirty’s saying I’m going to make you come. Obscene’s saying I’m going to spread your pretty pink pussy lips open and spank your clit until you come all over my face.” .

Oh God

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