26 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 Semi’s : Shari Slade @ShariSlade VS Carrie Ann Ryan @CarrieAnnRyan #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231Ride 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.”

cooltext129750505189949Carrie Ann Ryan – Harder than Words 

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“Okay.”

“Okay, Master.”

She froze, her eyes going wide.

Luc grinned at her then leaned down and kissed her fully. “Kidding. I might want to tie you up at some point and have you at my mercy, but I’m not your Master. I also might spank that pretty little bottom of yours”—he squeezed one cheek and she moaned—“but I’ll only do it if you want it. Do you want it, Meghan?”

She swallowed hard. “I…” She moaned again when he rocked his denim-clad cock against her belly.

“I’m going to take that as a yes since you’ve lost the ability to speak.” He pulled away, putting a foot of space between them. “Now let me strip off these pants of yours because I need to taste you.”

He stripped her leggings down her legs, taking her panties down with them. She lifted one leg at a time to help him, her body shaking at the sight of him kneeling before her. She ran a hand over his head, the coarse hair tickling her palm.

Luc looked up and smiled. “I might have to shave it again if you’re going to pet me like that.”

“I like you either way,” she said honestly. “Although I think I like you more with a bit of scruff on your face.”

He leaned forward and kissed her thigh. Her body shook once more, wanting him, craving him. “You just want my beard scraping the inside of your thighs when I eat you up.”

Her clit throbbed at his words. Luc sure knew how to dirty talk—something Richard never did. She froze once more at that errant thought. No. She would not think of that man right now.

“Looks like I’m not doing my job properly,” Luc growled.

Before she could think, her ass was on the bed, her legs spread, and the man before her had his mouth firmly latched onto her clit.

Her back bowed off the bed, but he had one hand on her belly and the other on her hip, locking her into place. His tongue worked magic, flicking her tight nub even as he sucked. She forced her eyes open so she could watch him. The darkness of his skin was stark against the paleness of her own. She’d never seen anything so erotic…so right.

He licked her then, teasing her opening with the tip of his tongue. When his gaze met hers, her inner walls contracted at the heat in his gaze. He licked her once more, this time slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. When he circled her with his fingers before entering her with two fingers, she sucked in a breath, her eyes closing.

No. I want to see him taste me.

His fingers found that spot inside her that only she’d been able to find before, and he pressed down. Her mouth opened, her body shivering in heat and sparks. Her nipples contracted, her inner walls clamping down on his fingers.

And still, he licked, teased, and sucked.

With her legs wrapped around his head, she tried to push him away so she could get a break from her endless orgasm, but Luc was having none of that. Instead, he sucked harder, bringing her over the edge once more.

Impossible.

Yet not so much.

When she came down for the second time, her eyes finally closed, her body sated yet still at the edge of a precipice she never thought existed.

“Meghan, sugar, look at me. Look at us.”

She opened her eyes to see a naked Luc hovering over her, his eyes dark with need, his muscles straining. “Luc…”

He smiled before kissing her. She could taste herself on his tongue. She’d never kissed a man after he’d gone down on her before. In fact, it had been years since anyone had gone down on her.

Luc pinched her nipple, and her mind came back to the present, her body raring to go again. This man was a machine, and she was greedy. For once, she’d let herself be that greedy.

“With me, Meg?”

“With you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. She vaguely remembered screaming his name when she came the second and third times—hence the strain on her voice. She looked down and sucked in a breath. With the way his body remained over hers, not touching, but oh-so-close, his condom-covered cock lay on top of her mound. The weight of it, the sheer thickness of it made her blink.

“Um…Luc?” How the hell was she going to fit all of him inside her?

He chuckled then, that manly chuckle that went straight to her insides. “You’re all wet and ready for me. I’ll fit.”

She raised a brow. “Sure you will. And how did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

“You said it out loud, sugar.” He kissed her again when she would have cursed at her not-so-inner monologue. “Now look down at us as I fill you. I want you to watch my cock fill your sweet-as-fuck pussy. Once I’m balls-deep, then I want you to move your hips, move your body, just move. Be with me when I fuck you. Fuck me back. Make love. Have sex. Do it all. Okay, Meg?”

Tears filled her eyes, and she nodded, knowing this was her Luc. No matter what happened next, no matter if he found her lacking as Richard had, this was her Luc. She’d never forget this moment, never forget who was inside her.

He kissed her cheeks, licking up the tears she didn’t know had fallen.

“You’re mine, Meghan. Mine for now, mine for far longer.” Then he pressed forward, stretching her with that exquisite burn.

She sucked in a breath, watching him thrust slowly in and out, working until he was fully inside her.

So. Full.

She’d never felt so full, never felt so much a part of something she couldn’t understand, couldn’t comprehend beyond who was with her now, who was with her.

“Mine, sugar. You’re mine.

Her gaze shot to his, and he kissed her then, pulling out, then slamming back home. Her body bowed, her hands going to his back. Her nails dug in, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting more.

She did as he’d asked and moved her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. His cock slid in and out, hitting home each time until she could barely keep up, barely keep her eyes open.

“Come for me, Meghan. One more time.” He met her gaze, and she came, her body already on that crest when he’d spoken. He shouted her name then crushed his mouth to hers as his body jerked, his seed filling the condom within her.

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