11 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Mia West @AuthorMiaWest vs Kacey Hammell @KaceyHammell #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.”

cooltext129750505189949Mia West – Thrust

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Marc threaded the chain through the headboard and shut the second cuff on Wolf’s bare wrist. He immediately pulled on his restraints. The force shifted the headboard and drew his biceps into melon-sized knots. The bed was a heavy piece but, frankly, Marc’s money was on Wolf. The smith saw him sizing up the potential destruction and grinned.

Marc’s prick jumped. It was a confident grin, a cocky one, and it brought something indefinably attractive to Wolf’s face. The man chained to the bed wasn’t thinking about looted, empty garrisons or bandits or his powerlessness over death. This man knew his strength. He had, since Marc had left, grown into his body, filling out the long, strong bones with supple layers of flesh. He now fully inhabited every inch of it.

Every thick, meaty inch.

Marc sat on the mattress next to Wolf’s hip. The smith’s cock stood at half attention, wine-dusky and blunt in its hood. Slowly, Marc wrapped his hand around it. Wolf hissed. With gentle but firm movements, Marc slid the foreskin down to expose the crown of the cock, then back up to cover it. The chain binding Wolf rattled as he pulled it tight. He pressed his head into the mattress, then jerked it upright to watch Marc’s hand.

“More?”

“Yes.”

Marc stroked him again, pulling a deep grunt from his massive chest. With his free hand, Marc shoved his fingers into the blond hair covering that chest. Wolf’s heart thumped against his fingertips. Marc squeezed his cock.

Wolf’s thighs tightened, and he pushed up into Marc’s fist. Marc lifted his hand. Wolf chased it, but lost contact a foot above the mattress. His eyes grew wide as he began to realize what the restraints might mean for him. His expression when he turned it on Marc was fierce with consternation, but Marc could see the plea in it.

He had no desire, he realized then, to tease Wolf that way, and certainly not to humiliate him. Marc had only wanted to bring them to some kind of physical equilibrium—level ground on which they could meet, weapons and defenses on par. The one way he could think to do that was to take away Wolf’s easy ability to turn the advantage with his greater size. Marc supposed he could have just asked the man to keep it in check, but that could be difficult in the heat of battle. He could, however, show Wolf a benefit of the bindings: surrender.

To have no need to worry about anything.

To be cared for, tended to.

He leaned over Wolf, meeting his troubled gaze. “Lie back and relax.”

“Stop telling me what to do.”

Marc chuckled. “All right. But you’ll enjoy this. I promise.”

He set first one knee then the other between Wolf’s legs. Sitting on his heels, Marc smoothed his hands along Wolf’s shins, over his knees, up his thighs. Muscle twitched under his touch. He pushed back. When his hands reached the smooth skin of Wolf’s hips, he paused.

Wolf watched him, hands flexing above their cuffs.

Marc looked down at his own fingers, dark against Wolf’s pale skin. He slipped them into the thick hair above Wolf’s cock. The hair was both coarser and softer than Marc had imagined. He curled his fingers and tugged.

“Unh!” Wolf shifted, startled, one heel digging into the mattress. Before he could twist away, Marc bent and took Wolf’s cock into his mouth.

Somewhere above his head, the chains rattled. Marc ignored them, focused on how Wolf, even half-hard, filled his mouth. He smelled musky in a way that made Marc’s balls ache. Easing off, he pulled the foreskin back to run his tongue along its edge.

Wolf bucked.

No teasing.

Cupping his hand, Marc swiped his tongue up Wolf’s length from root to crown. He kept on, lavishing the man’s cock with single-minded attention until Wolf’s legs grew restless, his feet pushing against the mattress as if to climb it. His thighs pressed against Marc’s shoulders. He let them, enjoying their strength. When he finally swallowed Wolf’s cock again, the thighs fell away. Marc braced a hand on each, pushing them open. He sucked on Wolf in long, forceful pulls that dragged matching long, forceful groans from the man. Smoothing his hands firmly over hair, skin, muscle, and tendon, he dipped briefly to coax a testicle from its tense position. Pressing his tongue to the ridged skin of Wolf’s sac, he nibbled and sucked until he could draw the balls into his mouth.

“Gods.”

Marc smiled around Wolf’s stones, feeling, well, wolfish. Predatory. Possessive. He wanted to be Wolf’s first man, felt a ridiculous pride in it.

And if he got some pleasure from it too… no harm done.

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