23 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Brenda Huber @b_hubie vs Cecelia London @authorclondon #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231Cecilia London – Conscience

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 “Hold on to me.” Jack pushed her up against the wall, his thumb circling around her clit as he kept two fingers inside her. “You like that?” He groaned when she clenched his hair in her fists. “I’m taking that as a yes.”

She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall. “How do you always know what to do to me?”

Jack kissed her collarbone. “I know you get off on the sound of my voice,” he whispered. “Everything else is dumb luck.”

Caroline gasped. How could he say that, knowing how she reacted to him? “This is much more than luck.”

“Are you saying I’m good at what I do?”

She gasped again as he quickened his movements. “So. Good.”

He wrapped his left arm around her waist, holding her up. “I have been waiting for this all damn day.”

Caroline buried her nose in his neck, whimpering quietly as he continued to stroke her.

“You’re close,” he said, after an unusually short amount of time. “I want to be inside you. For as long as possible. Do you want that, baby? Do you want me to fuck you right here against this wall?”

She arched against him, biting at his neck, clawing into his shoulders. He held her tighter, continuing to caress her gently as she came against his hand, calling out his name. He kept stroking her until her spasms subsided and she fell forward into his chest.

“Jerk,” she panted. “You know what it does to me when you talk to me like that.”

Jack wiped the perspiration from her brow. “Can you stand up?”

Caroline took a deep breath. “Not really. But that doesn’t mean I’m totally non-functioning.” She knelt down on the floor, running her hand along his thigh until she reached his zipper. She stroked his erection through the tailored material of his suit pants.

“I’ve been thinking about chocolate,” he said. “Can you tell?”

“The hell you have.” She unzipped his pants, making an executive decision to dispense with any blow job foreplay. He was already hard as a rock. No need to waste any time using her hands. Caroline took him in her mouth.

Jack tousled her hair. “You won’t need to do that for very long. Just until you can stand up straight again.” He groaned. “And I hope you can stand soon. Jesus.”

She looked up at him, then at his pocket, and snapped her fingers. He took the condom out and handed it to her. She drew back and tore the package open, squeezing his cock in her hand.

“Are you a mime now?” he asked.

She laughed. “How fortuitous you didn’t say that while you were in my mouth or you’d have a very unattractive bite mark on your favorite body part right now.” She rolled the condom onto his length. “Mimes don’t snap, Monty.”

He pulled her to her feet. “Good, because I expect you to make as much noise as you want. This part of the mansion is deserted for a reason.”

“We should try to maintain some propriety in here,” Caroline said. “Don’t you think?”

Jack pushed her against the wall, spread her legs apart with his knee, and thrust inside her. A slick, fluid motion without a hint of awkwardness or unease. Yes, the man knew what he was doing. He smiled when she cried out. “What the public doesn’t know won’t hurt them,” he said.

A valid statement. She wrapped her arms around him. “I love you, Jack.”

He stopped moving. “What was that?”

Caroline grinned. “I meant, oh Mr. Governor. Give it to me. Ooh baby. Harder.”

He laughed. “You little minx,” he said, thrusting inside her again.

She moaned as he plunged in and out of her. He started to breathe faster. She clung to his shoulders, panting with every move he made.

“I love the sound of your voice, sweetheart,” he said. “But sometimes your nonverbal communication is a hell of a lot better.”

Caroline leaned into his neck, her sweat mingling with his. “Faster, Jack,” she whispered. “Faster.”

He pushed into her so hard that she flew off the floor, her shoes coming off her feet. Jack held her steady against the wall, kicking her pumps aside so that she stood there in just her nylons. He moved inside her, his pace increasing. She could hear the fulfilling slap of his skin against hers, could feel the sweet bite of his zipper against her pussy as the warmth inside her began to build and he drove her to orgasm again. Caroline screamed his name as he exploded inside her. Or inside the condom, to be precise. How the hell was that sucker still intact? She collapsed around him, her knees weak.

He held her up and withdrew from her slowly. “I think the first lady needs to visit me in my office more often.”

cooltext129750505189949Brenda Huber – Temptation  

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She was too satiated to argue, too limp to move. Here and now she fully understood the phrase, putty in his hands.

Gideon captured her lips, dragging her back from the edge of languid satiation, plunging her into needy awareness. Competent hands lifted her higher against the wall, till her feet left the floor. He used his body to hold her in place while his hands skimmed down her sides. He gripped her knees, pushing them up, guiding them high around his waist. Maggie locked her ankles over his taut buttocks. His motions were rough once more. Her drenched cleft skated along the rigid length of his erection and he snarled, his fingers digging in, bruising her.

“Have to get inside you,” he growled.

She whimpered. Her arms felt like rubber, but she twined them around his neck, winding her fingers in the warm silk of his hair as he kissed her senseless once more. She could feel the thick head of his shaft pushing at her entrance, stretching her though she was more than ready. She could feel every beat of his heart pulsing in his member, connecting them somehow on an elemental level. A new, corresponding ache formed in her womb, deeper, more painful and more demanding than before, and instinct told her the only way to ease that ache was to get him inside her, all the way inside, as fast as possible.

She squeezed her thighs tighter around him and rocked her hips in frenzied demand.

She tugged his hair sharply when he didn’t immediately shove hard inside her. Maggie sank her teeth into his lower lip. She didn’t recognize this wanton, demanding female she’d become, had never had her body slip beyond her control like this before. Had never had such a physically carnal encounter in her life. It was as if she’d been awakened. Gideon had brought this out of her. Only Gideon. And only Gideon could satisfy her now.

A dark, guttural curse burst from him. He pried her fingers from his hair, manacled her wrist, slammed it against the wall above her head and held it there. He jerked his head back, his golden eyes sizzling with hunger as he stared her down. Slowly, so she’d be sure to see it, she knew, he licked the thin ribbon of red at the edge of his lower lip where she’d drawn blood. She was shocked by her own behavior…and more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.

Reaching beneath her, he gripped her bottom, angling her, holding her in place as he fastened his mouth over hers again. Gideon slammed inside her, to the hilt, capturing her scream, swallowing it. And then he started to move. Long, deep thrusts that bound them together, body and soul. He tore his mouth away and pressed his cheek to hers. His hot breath was ragged in her ear.

“You’re mine now, Maggie,” he growled, his voice raspy and thick. “I claim you as mymate, and I’ll never release you from my keeping.”

She couldn’t reply, caught up as she was in the sensations of his body laying siege to hers. But a sense of rightness, a sense of finality slammed through her. Gideon buried his face in the side of her neck. One hand was clamped on her bottom, firm and unyielding, possessive, gripping painfully tight, the other still held her wrist. The muscles of his arms and back were taut beneath the exploring fingers of her free hand. Fine beads of perspiration glistened on his skin. Her own flesh felt damp with it. Her legs were still wrapped tight around his lean waist, her ankles still locked over his taut buttocks. His back flexed and bunched as his lean hips pumped in an ever increasing, primal rhythm until flesh slapped flesh.  As he pushed them mercilessly toward that glimmering peak, a fleeting thought shot unerringly through her mind.

Some things are supposed to happen, just the way they happened.

Gideon released her wrist, released her bottom, and wrapped both arms around her waist, squeezing her tight enough that she had trouble breathing. His thrusts increased, frantic, pounding, pleasure almost to the point of pain. Her own orgasm had begun to coil tight, waiting for that final second to spring free.

And then Gideon issued a feral snarl against her flesh, driving himself impossibly deep. His teeth clamped onto her shoulder, setting off a chain reaction. All around her, his body went hard as tempered steel. Her own body quaked and shuddered, exploding in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. Her orgasm slammed into her the moment she felt him jerk and pulse deep inside her as a deluge of hot seed gushed from him. She screamed his name, gasped for air and screamed again.

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