19 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Setta Jay @SETTAJAY_ vs Carrie Ann Ryan @CarrieAnnRyan #NSFW #Final16

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cooltext129748819578231Setta Jay –  Binding Ecstasy

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“I love the dress. And if you make me remove it, it’ll be destroyed.”

She sucked in a breath but didn’t move, defiant, and a hint hopeful that he’d do what he threatened.

Bastian teleported behind her and tilted his head to her hair, inhaling her arousal along with the intoxicating sweetness of her skin luring him in. “I’ll buy you another dress,” he said before ripping the material away.

He slid his fingers beneath her boy shorts to the warmth of her wet pussy. Fucking perfect and so achy she pushed into his touch. “You need me to make this feel better, don’t you?”

*****

Tasha couldn’t speak, couldn’t even think.

His fingers slid to either side of her clit, caging it, but not touching until she was begging for more. He was teasing her pussy and she couldn’t take much more. He tapped her clit and her entire body jolted. God. She needed it again. Harder. He didn’t, though. He curled his fingers instead, pushing two just inside her entrance, pulling her body back so her ass was tight against his cock. His palm grinded slowly against her, and she tried to move for more contact, but he held her firmly as she whimpered for more.

He growled in her ear, “You’re going to come all over my fingers.” The soft vibration sent gooseflesh over her skin.

It was impossible to speak as he started moving, pumping and grinding his cock against her ass while his palm worked her. She didn’t last long. She couldn’t. The climax hit and she cried out, but the second his fingers were gone, she felt empty like nothing had happened. It wasn’t enough.

“I’ve got you. I’ll make it feel better.” The whispered words were a promise she needed. She felt unhinged by the time he lifted her in his arms. Her head found his shoulder and she rubbed her cheek against it as he carried her into his room. She loved the soft flicker of the firelight that sent a romantic glow over the darkly masculine space.

She squirmed as he neared the bed. It felt like days had passed since he’d been inside her, and waiting was torture.

He kissed her forehead and laid her down on soft sheets. She writhed over the silky material as she watched him move. His pants hit the floor and she savored the first full look at his gorgeous body, his strong thighs and the narrow vee of his waist. Her eyes got distracted as she followed the soft trail of hair leading to his hard cock. It bobbed against his stomach as if reaching for her. She groaned and licked her lips.

His eyes flashed and held hers as he crawled between her thighs, slipping off her shoes as he went. One hard tug and her boy shorts were ripped from her body and tossed to the floor. His eyes moved over every exposed inch before leaning down to suck her clit. You taste so damned good.

Her back bowed and she cried out. “No. Not enough.” She hoped her words made sense to him, because she couldn’t take another tease. She needed to be filled.

A split second later he was above her. His jaw was set tight and his chest heaved as he demanded, “Are you wet enough to take me?”

She groaned. “Yes. God, yes.”

She felt him position the silky head of his cock and tilted her hips.

He growled and slammed deep, brutally taking, demanding she open for him. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling it back until her throat was offered up to his lips. His facial hair abraded her skin as she dug her nails into his back. She cried out at the pleasure of being stretched so fully. It bordered on pain as he relentlessly took what he needed. His mouth found hers and she could taste herself on his lips. She bucked to meet him, but his weight held her down as he slammed into her. The bed hit the wall and it was all she could hear beyond their heavy breathing and her whimpers for more. Her legs went around him; it was the only movement left to her as his hips thrust wildly.

I’ll never get enough of you. Of this. You destroy me, Psihi Mou, he growled softly into her mind. He pulled her hair tighter to lift her jaw so he could kiss and nip at the flesh there. She dug her hands in his hair and loved the feel of the strands over her shoulders. Sexy. He looked like a warrior of old and she couldn’t get enough.

“Come,” he demanded and her body obeyed. She heard his harsh groan mixed with her incoherent shouts of pleasure…

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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2 Responses to “#SSceneC2015 : Setta Jay @SETTAJAY_ vs Carrie Ann Ryan @CarrieAnnRyan #NSFW #Final16”

  1. Barbara Hill

    OMG! Are you kidding me? I just returned from my daily walk, and didn’t sweat as much! HOT! Both are so very intense, but I think Carrie has it won by a hair! Woo!

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