Angel Fallen – Jennifer Leighton
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“I’m going to put my mouth on you now, Jessie.” His voice shook, and so did the rest of him, but he didn’t care. Desperation buzzed beneath the surface of his skin, his entire being ready to be immersed in the taste and scent and feel of her.
“Jesus, yes.” Spreading her legs wide, she bared her drenched sex to his hungry gaze. “Let’s see how good you are with that pretty tongue. Lick me, you dirty boy.”
Eagerly he complied. Dipping his head between her open thighs, he stroked up through her folds to find the tiny, erect nub he knew gave her so much pleasure. She tasted just as good as he’d imagined, and he lapped at her swollen flesh like a man possessed, his tongue sliding into every crevice, leaving no part of her untouched by his ardor.
Moaning obscenities, Jessie writhed beneath him, grinding harder against his tongue, taking what she needed without waiting for it to be given. She was a woman of action, his girl, and not shy at all about going after what she wanted. The years of fighting for scraps, whether of food on a meager table or the love of a foster parent, had molded and shaped her into a woman who seized what she wanted without apology. It was one of the things he loved most about her.
Some called her abrasive and forceful, but Garon just saw a girl in desperate need of love and affection, and he intended to be the man to give both to her.
“Suck it,” she ordered, spreading her labia wide with her fingers and exposing her swollen clitoris. He obeyed, pulling the tiny organ and the surrounding flesh into his mouth and drawing on it strongly. With a keening wail, she shattered.
He kept his tongue on her quivering core, prolonging her orgasm through the last little shivers. Limp beneath him, she murmured her appreciation when he lifted her legs to rest on his back, clearly finding the position more comfortable.
Knowing she was super sensitive now and could come again quite easily if properly stimulated, he returned his mouth to her dripping center, licking the neatly shaved mound softly with the flat of his tongue.
Whimpering, she raked her fingers through his hair as he laved her greedily, consuming every drop of her desire and reveling in her throaty sighs of pleasure. When the sighs became moans, he spread her wide with his fingers, gently opening her like the petals of a flower, his tongue stroking deliberately and focused over her hardened clit. She squirmed and panted, signaling another release was imminent, her body shaking with fine tremors.
Wanting to prolong her pleasure for as long as she would allow it, Garon quickly pulled his mouth away without bringing her to completion. She groaned and clutched his head as he ran his fingertips lightly over her swollen labia, learning her, petting her aroused flesh lovingly, but avoiding the engorged nub of her clitoris.
The little erect bud glistened from her desire and his attentions, peeking out from beneath the protective shelter of its hood. She was so close to completion, he knew only a tiny amount of stimulation there would make her climax, and he was in no hurry to finish this particular part of their foreplay.
Dipping first one, then a second finger inside her slick entrance, he slid them deep, his cock jerking painfully at the hot, wet feel of her. She was more than ready for him, but how long had he waited to touch her like this, to give her the ultimate pleasure? He would gladly spend all night loving her in this fashion if he could.
“Finish it, damn you!” she ordered as if she knew what he’d been thinking. He couldn’t help but smile at the urgency in her tone. On the verge of coming himself just from the sight of her naked and open, it was nice to know she was equally affected. Though he knew her body well, watching and participating were two very different things, and he was glad he was doing it right.
Gently pulling the hood of her clitoris back to expose it fully, he touched just the tip of his tongue to it once, twice, a third time, the little flicks directly over the swollen bud exactly what she needed to send her careening into a second peak.
His fingers were still inside her, and he twisted them now, sliding them in and out of her channel at a steadily increasing pace.
“George,” she panted when his tongue again circled her distended clitoris. “I can’t wait! I need you to fuck me. Fuck me now. The hell with games!”
His cock leapt at the words, more than ready to be inside her. “Are you sure? I thought you wanted—”
“This is what I want now!” Grabbing his arms, she yanked him up beside her. “You flat on your back beneath me!”
She shoved him hard, sending him toppling backward onto the blanket, and then climbed on top of him, her thighs straddling his. As her hand seized the base of his cock, holding it upright while she sank down on him, he nearly came right then.
Jessie did, her sheath contracting around him as she took his entire length inside her in one hard downward thrust. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh…fuck!”
Her hands clutched at his chest, her nails digging in as she hammered his cock in her sheath at a sharper angle, her hips working over him faster. The wild woman above him was a stranger, and something inside him exulted in her emergence, because it meant this encounter was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced. He wasn’t alone in the newness.
Planting his feet firmly on the floor, he bucked upward, meeting her next descending plunge. Her eyes opened wide, then rolled back in her head, her mouth falling open on a deep groan. Prying her hands from his chest, he interwove their fingers, locking his elbows so she could use his strength to help her thrust. She stared down at him, her brown eyes so wide and expressive, and chanted his name with every stroke, over and over again like a mantra. An erotic melody.
Another climax hit her, and she screamed, impaling herself on his cock, burying him inside her as deeply as he could possibly go. Her inner muscles rippled around him, narrowing an already snug channel even further, and the pleasure that had been building in his groin swelled to a dangerous level. It was as if he teetered on the edge of a cliff, the suction of her body luring him to take the jump.
Jump he did, plunging headlong into bliss.
His release was violent, bordering on painful, the pleasure slamming through his body leaving him helpless and trembling in its wake. Jessie held him through it, her arms a safe haven during the storm, her lips a comfort, her whispered words a soothing balm to his shattered senses.
“Hold me, George.”
D.K. Silver. – Like Thunder
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Like thunder, the sound of my whip cracked in the air, potent as lightning. A trail of red marked her body. Her voice lifted and shattered like glass. This was my perfect storm; my exquisite wife, her delicate wrists bound, her arms tethered above her head, her legs spread and sex open for Davi, my sometimes lover. He closed his lips against her swelling clit, pulling her glistening pearl closer as the whip rained down on her white skin.
Crystal bucked and twisted, the combination of pain and pleasure soaring through her. Davi lifted his mouth from her beautiful pussy when I dropped the whip to the floor. Focused on me now, he stared as I unbuttoned my fly. As much as he enjoyed loving my wife, I was the eye of his storm. I had the power to rip them apart by merely turning away and blowing out of town. But that wasn’t going to happen, not tonight.
“Davi, stand behind my wife and ease your cock between her sweet thighs.” Hugging them both, my cock slid alongside his, our embrace lifting her off her feet—a wave of heated sweat sluiced down our bodies, erotic and messy like a wet dream.
It has taken much effort and many years to create my world so I have control. I’m not the storybook control freak you read about, that’s for neophytes; I don’t tell my wife what to wear or how to sit, I don’t need to. We’ve been simpatico from our first meeting-that has been our guide.
Because I can, without warning I shifted upward, my cock teasing Davi’s asshole as I leaned back to cup my wife’s breasts.
“Padrao, por favor!” groaned Davi.
“Please what? What do you want?”
“Padrao, I’ve waited so long for you to come back. I want your cock in my mouth, in my ass; I want you. Please don’t make we wait any longer.”
“Mmm, Davi, waiting intensifies pleasure. My sweet kitten is just learning how denial works; she’s a fast learner, a very apt student.” To make my point I stepped away, a ghost of a smile on my lips as they listed towards me. Frustrated, Davi hugged Crystal tighter, squeezing her breast with one hand, palming his cock with the other, thrusting it along her heated seam.
“Jon,” purred Crystal. “Jon, it’s—please touch me,” she begged.
“Oh baby I plan to, believe me. But right now I’m so hard for you both, the view so spectacular; Davi pinching your nipples while thumping his hot cock on your clit. I could cum now just watching, but I won’t and neither will you.”
I placed a chair behind Davi.
With rapt attention, their gaze followed me as I stretched, reaching up to unbind Crystal’s wrists from the knotted rubber loops at the ceiling; she gazing into my eyes while Davi focused on the metronome motion of my cock as I walked to my metal chair.
Sitting opposite them toe to toe with Davi, I spread my legs and took my cock in hand. I stared at her pert tits, her round derriere pushed up against Davi’s firm belly while his glorious cock pulsed against her swollen sex.
“Fuck, Padrao,” growled Davi, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Crystal— he is trying to kill me, making me wait, the way he teases.”
She laughed. “Can that happen, being teased to death?”
“Ah, sweet Crystal, you have yet to experience how lethal a tease can be. Davi, tip her forward, but hold her shoulders so she can suck my cock. You’re going to wait for yours.”
Crystal shuddered in Davi’s grasp, rubbing her clit along his stiff shaft. All the while she sucked me down, Davi stared at me licking his lips, waiting for his turn.
“That’s right sweetheart, just like that, take it in, deeper.” Weaving her long hair through my fingers, the fragrance of her damp hair, her glistening skin and her luscious sex filled my nostrils. Davi was so turned on he looked lost. “How does it feel to have my bride squirm beneath you, hear her suck me deeper down her throat? You remember how it feels to have me in your mouth. You know I love to play the voyeur and right now, as she’s eating me, I’m getting fucking harder just watching you writhe.”
Groaning, Davi leaned toward me, practically prostrating his body onto Crystal’s back, begging for more. Reaching for Davi’s chin, I pulled him closer, breathing into his open mouth.
“Jon, beija me, kiss me!” Davi moaned as the kiss landed, our tongues meeting, setting me on the edge of control.
Breaking the kiss, I lifted Crystal’s head from my cock, her lips deliciously ripe, her hair wild. I forced myself to push them both away from me and strode over to the low settee at the fireplace. I leaned against one of the armrests, my feet firmly planted, my legs straddling the seat.
“Crystal,” I said, “come here, knees on the cushion, hands on my thighs. Davi, I want you to slip behind my wife and fuck her. I want to see you, I want to hear you, I want to watch you as you plow through her wet heat. I want you to keep your eyes on me as you fuck her hard and if I cum, maybe I’ll stop teasing and give you what you want.”
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