22 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Kacey Hammell @KaceyHammell vs Shari Slade @ShariSlade #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231Guarding Midnight –  Kacey Hammell

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“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have you under me in five seconds.” His gravelly voice cut through her thoughts.

Empowered by the passion in his eyes, she grinned at him then shrugged. “Nothing wrong with that, but I like to be on top.” She shifted on his hips, her breath catching as she felt his hard shaft against her ass.

Oh yes, this man had been blessed very well. His length pushed against her, and fire spread from her pussy straight to her toes. Her nipples pebbled tight, aching and throbbing.

Her body rocked against his, friction from his jeans and the spandex covering her was delicious. It was crazy to be so into a man like Gavin so soon after meeting him. But her body led the way. It wanted the connection to him, needed to feel him inside and around her.

These tumultuous emotions were foreign to her.

“Shree.”

“Shh, just hush,” she whispered, shifting her hips against his. She shoved the hem of her bra up over her breasts.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” A growl erupted from his throat.

Gaze locked on his, she lifted his hands and pressed them against her aching nipples. She gasped. The heat of his touch swirled through her body. Shifting her hips down, her pussy lips cradled his shaft through their clothes.

Delirious. Out of control.

Her mind spun with images of how she wanted to ride him. The powerful friction from their clothing and his skin set her on fire. Adrenaline rushed through her, wanting him, and to satisfy the hunger racing over her.

Desperation this strong had never hit her so hard.

Her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it, and drew it apart.

He stilled her movements. “Are you sure?”

Shree withdrew from under his hold, yanked open the button, and parted the zipper. “Going to back out on me?” she challenged, fearing he’d leave her needy.

He chuckled. It was light and relaxed to her. “Not bloody likely.” His fingers pushed beneath the leg of her shorts, pulling it all into each hand.

Frowning, she gaped at him. “What are you do—” She screamed, body jerking as he pulled her shorts apart. Staring at the mess of spandex he held, her jaw dropped. It was like sitting atop the Incredible Hulk whose strength was feared while admired.

The garment lay in tatters, the waistband the only thing keeping the material around her. Gavin tossed the bits that remained in his palms over his head.

His touch eased over her bare mound, reawakening the arousal coursing through her. Thankful she hadn’t worn any underwear, she lifted a bit, allowing his fingers to slide between their bodies and find her clit.

Giving herself up to his touch, she sucked in a deep breath and tilted her head back.

Moisture coated her channel, filling her, making it easier for him to glide his fingers back and forth. Electric currents of heat surrounded her clit and her pussy tightened. Two digits slipped inside her, and the breath rushed out of her. His guttural moan cut through the air.

Her eyelids lifted. She needed to regain control. It was best for her to lead this brief interlude, and remind herself just how strong she could be, realize how much she could still love her body and the needs that couldn’t always be denied.

Adjusting up on her knees, she pushed his touch away. She lowered his jeans and underwear to the floor and off his feet. The gorgeous sight of his hard cock caught her breath and saliva filled her mouth.

She’d never given a man head before, and didn’t know if she could ever bring herself to do so, but in this moment, having him inside her cunt was way more important than anything.

Leaning down, she captured his mouth again, tasting the delectable essence of him that she wouldn’t soon forget. After one last sweep of his mouth, she sat up and clasped his shaft in her palm.

“Shree, protection,” he groaned.

“Oh shit.” How fucking stupid was she? He was too distracting for coherent thought. “I don’t have any.”

“It’s okay, I do. In my wallet. Left pocket.”

She searched for the packet and beamed when she found the answer to her prayers. Handing the latex over, she palmed his dick.

“Shit, that feels amazing. You make me so hard.” His lids lifted and he caught her gaze.

Up and down, she caressed him, squeezing him tight. Soft and warm, his cock was glorious. He was so sexy and made her hungry for everything he had to give.

Shree pulled the foil packet from his hand. Eyes on his, she ripped it open and smoothed the protection over his shaft. “Let’s put this hard-on to some good use.”

He clasped her waist as she pushed further up his thighs and helped position over his cock. Nervous butterflies took flight in her stomach. It had been a long while since she’d been so comfortable with a man like this, but anxiousness to be with him made her hands shake as she held his dick and glided over him.

His hiss of breath mingled with hers as her wet heat surrounded his flesh, stretching and pulling him in.

“Holy fuck,” Gavin groaned.

Shree glanced at him, seated atop him fully. He had his head back and eyes closed. She familiarized herself with his torso. Every bump and ridge excited her and filled her pussy with moisture.

To have him inside her, this glorious beast of a man who she suspected would never hurt a fly unless he absolutely had to, was sneaking past walls she’d spent so many years building.

His hold tightened at her waist as she rode him, giving her an anchor of balance. Her fingers played at his nipples. “Christ.” He growled low, his back arching off the floor.

Faster and with need chasing her, the building tension pushed her to release. Her walls swelled, smothering his dick tighter, sparks of euphoric electricity igniting them hotter.

His hips lifted, meeting hers on the down thrust. Shree gasped. “My God.” It was as if bolts of lightning had just circled lower from the sky and hit her pussy directly.

“Yeah, babe, ride me.”

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Ride Me Hard – Shari Slade 

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Noah squeezes his eyes shut. “I can’t shock you, can I?”

“It’s not all an act—I’m not stupid. You’re a big bad biker. Got it. But I bet you could shock me more if you stopped trying so hard to scare me away.”

“Fine.” He takes a long look at my body, up and down and back up again. A searching gaze that tightens my nipples and raises the blush that had started to recede. Every flick of his eyes feels like a puzzle piece being snapped into place. “Suck me off.”

“What?” I’d expected him to argue with me, to be even bigger and badder, to bang his chest and prove me wrong. Waitressing taught me to read people pretty well, but maybe I’d miscalculated. I roll off him and stand beside the bed.

Ooof. I stumble when his hand snakes between my legs and around my thigh, pinning me before I can’t get more than a step away.

“You heard me. You want me to stop trying to scare you away? Get to work. Put that perceptive little mouth of yours on my cock. I’ve been imagining what it would feel like since you hit your knees outside the diner.”

Somewhere in the back of my brain I know I’m supposed to be a little pissed off, but I’m too busy wondering if he can feel the wetness running down the inside of my thigh and thinking about how fucking hot it sounds. “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t call me sir. That’s for bankers and businessmen and shit. Boring fucks who wear ties and drive Volvos.” He flicks open the fly of his jeans while he scolds me, and his heavy palm pushing down on my shoulder lets me know I’m obliged to perform from the floor, not the bed.

He stands up, and I keep my eyes trained on the open flap of his pants, the navy cotton underwear peeking out, the erection barely contained by either. “I call everyone sir at work.”

“This ain’t work.”

Well, that settles one thing. I tug the pants down from his hips and suck in a breath. The ink swirling over his hands and arms swirls over his belly too. Every inch of him that I can see is covered. Except the lowest part of his abdomen…and his cock. Thick and blunt and glistening with precum. Oh, that cock could hurt me. It could choke me. It might do both of those things before our time together is over. I squeeze my thighs together at the thought, because damn if that isn’t exactly what I want.

“You’re squirming and licking your lips, Star. Tell me what’s going on in that busy head of yours or get to it.”

The silky skin of his dick is so hot against my palm. I curl my fingers around the base and squeeze once before licking the tip with the flat of my tongue, catching the salty drops beaded there and whisking them away. I lap at the underside, slicking him from the base of his cock to the ridge beneath the head—and look up at him. For approval? For reassurance? For instruction? I don’t know. For something.

His eyes are shuttered, offering me absolutely nothing. So I push. I tell him what I’m thinking between lazy licks. “Your cock’s gonna hurt me. That’s what I was thinking.”

“No, sweetheart. I’m going to hurt you. And you like that, don’t you? Shit. I tried to hold back, but you just won’t let me, will you?” He wraps my hair in his hand and pushes me down.

I open my mouth instinctively, taking the hot length of him between my lips. This is what I want. This invasion.

“I’m going to get so deep inside you—your mouth, your pussy, your mind.” He rocks his hips, nudging his cock deeper still.

I try to take it, but no amount of slow deep breathing can stop the reflex that makes my throat spasm and my shoulders hitch. He grunts, tightening his fingers in my hair, and I know he likes that too. Likes me on my knees, choking for him. Likes me whimpering. He pumps faster, and my eyes water. Fuck, he’s big. I try to pull back, to shorten the strokes a little, but his hand is on the back of my head, pulling my hair, urging me to take more. To take everything he gives me. Forcing me.

My clit throbs. I slip a hand between my legs, and he grunts his approval.

“That’s it, baby. Get yourself off while I fuck your face.”

Yes.

My body answers with an orgasm that breaks like the tide, an angry wave against a rocky shore. Hard and fast. Inevitable. I shudder, but my cries are trapped at the back of my throat, muffled against his cock.

I’m coming. I’m coming so hard. All over my hand, on the floor in front of him. I feel ruined and perfect. Powerful, desperate and spent. I feel everything at once.

He jerks free of my mouth and pumps himself, painting hot come across my neck and breasts. Just like he promised earlier. I’m going to come all over them.

He swirls a finger in the mess he’s made—a quick flourish that could be a figure eight even if it does feel like a heart—and swipes it over my bottom lip. “When I’m through with you, I promise you’re going to ache for days and there won’t be an inch of you left that isn’t mine.”

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