24 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 Quarter Finals : Naima Simone @Naima_Simone vs Jennifer Leighton @LovesGamble

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cooltext129748819578231Witness to Passion – Naima Simone

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Holy shit.

Pearlescent moonlight streamed into the room through the windows, cascading across the floor and the rumpled sheets…

Across the bare chest and thrusting hips of the straining male who fisted and pumped his cock.

God he was beautiful.

Black sweatpants covered Shane’s long legs and most of his hips, shoved down far enough to bare taut skin and the delicious cut of his hip bone. Ridged abs were etched in stark relief as he drove into the tight grip of his fist. Damn. Fallon swept her tongue over suddenly dry lips. She’d guessed the night before that the bulge beneath his briefs hinted at an impressive erection. But, good God, seeing was believing. He. Was. Huge. Each stroke over his stiff cock required use of his arm, not just his wrist.

Desire and greedy lust poured through her, stiffening her nipples into diamond-hard points and pooling between her thighs, until her sex spasmed with an empty ache. Flames licked over her skin, and beads of sweat dotted her palms and chest.

Reluctantly, she drew her fascinated gaze away from his hips and traveled up his torso to his face. Her breath snagged in her throat. If she’d thought him beautiful before, the tortured pleasure twisting his features transformed him into something that defied description. The tendons in his neck stood out as his head pressed into the pillow. Though thick lashes hid his eyes, erotic hunger stamped his face in the skin pulled tight over his sharp cheekbones and his lips drawn back in a sensual snarl.

His hand sped up, and the rasp of his breathing roughened. She stared, captivated, as he drove in and out of his fingers, faster and harder. Her nails dug into her palms as she fought to remain hidden in the shadowed doorway instead of crossing the room, climbing on the bed, palming his cock, and finishing the job.

“Fallon.”

I’m busted. I’m so freaking busted. Shock and fear gripped and shook her like a rag doll. How had he known she was standing there? And what would he do now? Yell at her? Berate her… Invite her in, replace her hand with his? Push her head toward that straining, beautiful, hard flesh to impale her mouth?

Wait. Oh damn.

He doesn’t know I’m here. And he’d growled her name. Her name. Was he fantasizing about her while bringing himself to pleasure? Cream spilled from between her folds, dampening her panties as her clit swelled. What should she do now? Leave—hightail it out of there before he realized he had an audience of one? Or stay. Enter that room, climb up on the bed, and turn fantasy into reality.

Her heart lodged in her throat, her stomach clenching in sharp need, anticipation, and fear. What if she went to him and he rejected her…again? Another long, low moan rumbled in his chest, reverberating in her belly, stroking over the hypersensitive flesh between her thighs.

She moved into the room.

No thinking. No second-guessing. Her bare feet slid noiselessly across the hardwood floor. But she must’ve made a sound because his thick lashes lifted, and turquoise fire blazed bright in the shadowed darkness.

Pulling up short at the foot of his bed, she met his hard, luminescent stare. His chest rose and fell on deep, rough breaths. The harsh stamp of arousal on his face didn’t ease. The sexual, almost cruel slant of his mouth didn’t soften. He didn’t beckon her closer.

But he didn’t order her out either.

Clutching that small detail like a lifeline, she raised one knee onto the mattress. Then the other. Slowly, she crawled the short distance to his big body, granting him time and opportunity to send her away. Yet, even when she knelt between his spread, hard thighs, he remained silent.

Need was a living animal writhing inside her as she gripped his cock directly above his fist. Hot. Steel. Velvet. She tightened her hold, and it bucked and pulsed in her hand. This close his fresh wind scent was sharper, distilled, and combined with the unique musk that belonged solely to him, it made her mouth water for a taste. A taste hell. She wanted to gorge herself on him.

His fingers unraveled from his rigid flesh, and as she gave the shaft one lush pump, those long digits speared through her hair, twisting, pulling. Tugging her down to the cock she dreamed about and craved.

Sighing, she rubbed her lips across the cap, her mouth coming away wet with the precum slicking the swollen tip. She hummed, licking the essence of his desire. Sharp. A sweet tartness. And him. Hungering for more, she swiped her tongue over the shallow slit and was rewarded with another pulse of fluid.

Growling, Shane thrust his other hand into her hair, pressing his fingertips to her scalp. Wordlessly, he ordered her to take him. Suck him.

And she obeyed.

Her lips parted over his flesh, swallowed him. A ragged moan ripped the air. His. Hers. Theirs. Because as his thick shaft slid over her tongue, pleasure coursed through her like rushing waters bursting free from a dam. God, he was hard, wide…delicious. She curled her tongue under the flared hood of the head and gave a healthy suck.

His dark growl preceded the tiny pricks of pain to her scalp as he yanked on her hair. Those bee stings reverberated in her clit, sparking and aching in correspondence with each tug. Needing more, yearning for more, she rose slightly, angling her head. At this new position she took him deeper, engulfed almost half of his cock. Groaning, she reveled in the stretch of her lips, the pulse beneath his taut skin, the strain in his thighs.

“Don’t play with me, Fallon,” Shane snarled with another pull on her curls. “You came in here for something. Take it. Suck it.” He rolled his hips, pushing another inch into her mouth. “Suck it hard, baby.”

The raw eroticism and demand in the words enflamed her. Her pussy clenched as she closed her eyes and, cheeks hollowed, rose and fell over his flesh, the wet suction of mouth over skin filling the room like a sexual symphony. She lost herself in the sensuous glide of his rigid cock over her tongue, the hoarse breaths and harsh groans, the samples of his cum with every lick to the bulbous tip. Pumping one hand, she lowered the other between his thighs to cup his balls, squeeze and roll them.

“Goddammit,” he rasped. “I told you about teasing me,” he warned. Tightening his hold on her head, he held her steady, immobile. “Now I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth. Open wide, baby.” He barely waited until she acquiesced before thrusting between her lips in a fast, hard pace. That quickly he wrenched the control from her, making her a prison to his hunger and lust. And she loved it. Loved every stroke, every pulse, every raw curse.

“Wider. More,” he ordered, his hips punching upward in a rhythm echoing in her clit, her pussy. Digging her fingers into his thighs, all she could do was hold on for the ride. “Yeah, baby.” He groaned. “I’m about to come. Damn, I’m about to come hard.” His hips slowed as he tilted her head back slightly so she could meet his burning gaze without slipping from her mouth. “Out or in?”

In reply, she sucked harder on his cock. And he swore, resuming the rapid thrusts. His shaft swelled, expanding until he seemed to fill and brand every inch of her mouth. Then, with a long, low, rough roar, he stiffened. Exploded. Her name caressed her ears as hot, thick spurts blasted over her tongue, hitting the back of her throat. Eagerly, she swallowed, taking everything he had to give her. His big body bowed, tremors running through him. And still she continued to draw on him, licking, comforting.

As his jagged breathing evened and eventually quieted, she pressed a last gentle kiss to his flesh, scattering small presses of her lips to his hip and thigh. Just moments before the room had been soaked with serrated groans, carnal demands, and hoarse curses. But now, after the storm had crashed and ebbed, the silence rolled in like a dense fog. Bringing with it the cold, the confusion, the dark.

Shivering, and not from the unsated desire that thrummed under her skin and between her legs, Fallon inched off the bed, her gaze on his thighs, on his ridged abdomen, on the cock that still remained long and thick in spite of his recent release.

Anywhere but his face. If she spied greed there, she might not leave the room, or him. But if she spotted the cold reserve there, the rejection, she might go Lorena Bobbitt on him. She couldn’t handle that with the taste of him still strong in her mouth. The feel of his dominant thrusts still echoing on her tongue…

A hard, unyielding hand gripped her wrist.

She jerked her head up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Shane’s voice, hoarse from his orgasm, danced over her skin, stroked between her legs. He sat, drew her back onto the bed, and flipped her over so he loomed over her. His palms pressed the mattress on either side of her head, his knees nudging her inner thighs. “We’re not finished.”

cooltext129750505189949 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.

“George…George…George!”

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.”

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