08 Oct '17

#SSceneC2017 : Kate Meader Vs Leela Lou Dahlin @kittymeader @LeelaLou_2

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cooltext129748819578231Irresistible You – Kate Meader

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Desire clouded her eyes as he nudged the broad head of his cock at her entrance. He rubbed a little, enjoying the sleek glide of the sensitive tip as it met all that feminine softness. He dropped a kiss on her parted lips, and running his tongue along the inside, drew a rusty moan. Then the irresistible pull of that spot where they were almost joined won out as they both stared at her fingertips working herself in hot, sultry strokes around his cock.

“Take it, Harper. Take it all.”

He could have done it. Notched, nudged, and plunged deep, but he wanted her to invite him inside her body, for this final decision to belong to her. Control was important to this woman, and he was happy to let her have it in this way that would bring them both higher.
One hand spread herself wide, and with the other, she gripped his cock and positioned it right where they both needed it. That wet heat sucked him in an inch, and then she was arching up and he was pushing in, and it was the hottest, sweetest fuck of his life before it had even started.

Two inches in and he thought his cock would explode. Three inches in and he thought he was going to die. Then this shit happened:

“Stop,” she whispered.

He stopped. His heart stopped. The whole damn world stopped.

She squeezed and gave an evil, your-cock-is-mine giggle.

He should never have answered the door.

“Remy, how long do you think—?”

“Harper!”

Chuckling, she cupped his jaw, drawing a fingertip in a sensuous line along his cheek, before kissing him softly. “Thank you.” And then she grasped his ass, locked her legs around his hips, and pulled him until he was buried to the hot hilt.

A loud groan echoed in the room, a heavenly chorus as the two of them became one at last.

“Jesus, that’s—” He had no words to describe exactly what that was. Sweat sheened on her forehead and her eyes fluttered to half-mast, drugged on the sensation they were creating. He needed to move, but he needed to ensure her pleasure first.

He dragged out a few inches then pumped again. Slow, rhythmically, each thrust making his mark and focused on one goal.

Making this woman his.

Somehow he was still able to form sentences. “You with me, Harper?”

“If I was any more with you, I’d be you. More, please. More.”

He raised his body and angled his thrusts so each return of his cock gave her the friction she needed.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

But that wasn’t enough. He’d promised her a slow, sexy screw, and though it killed him a little, he whispered against her mouth,

“Stop,” before he slipped out and rolled onto his back.

“Remy! What the hell?”

His cock throbbed and his balls felt as large as his ego, yet he had an unaccountable urge to laugh his head off. “I’m not as young as I once was, baby.”

She growled, setting off a vibration all over his body. “Do you need to take a break? Or maybe you’re expecting me to do all the work?”

“I’m expectin’ you to get that sweet ass over here and take what belongs to you.” He was feeling more energetic than he had in years, but he liked the idea of a little tit for tat—not to mention switching up the power dynamic.

“You’ve got some nerve, DuPre,” but she was laughing as she straddled him and held herself suspended over his body for a second.

Then she sank down with a lusty moan.

Fucking A. “Now ride me, minou.”

Oh, she liked that. Mesmerized, he watched as the last flickers of hesitancy fled those glittering green eyes. She started to move, slipping up and down his cock, loving it with every inch of her soft, sexy body. Harper on top was wild, uninhibited, a queen demanding her due. Making it good for her made it perfect for him.

With each rock into her body, his heart beat faster and his brain cells disintegrated in clumps until he was a mindless mass of muscle and sinew and skin. The sexy, sweet talk devolved to urgent demands as their bodies figured out the only way this conversation could end.

“Là . . . juste là . . .”

“Good, so good . . .”

“Plus vite, ma belle . . .”

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh—”

At last she screamed, not for God, but for Remy as her orgasm gripped her along with his hardworking cock, which in all actuality should’ve been destroyed by now.

Good thing he came from hearty sixth-generation Acadian stock, because his people knew pleasure in all its forms. How to create it, appreciate it, take it as their right. And that he did, letting it pull him hard and deep, using Harper’s aftershocks to fuel a release so explosive he might have worried whether he’d recover in time to play tomorrow.

Except his boss would probably have something to say about that.

Wrung dry, his brain a lust-mush, he stayed lodged deep and pulled her down over his chest. He needed to feel the heat and heart of her close to his skin.

“Think you might’ve broken my dick.”

cooltext129750505189949All For Her Pleasure – Leela Lou Dahlin

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“Is this what you did to your servant?” Angie wanted to kick herself for letting that come out, but you can’t un-ring the bell.

“You want to see what I would do if you wanted to be a servant? I’d want to know what you taste like. I’d want to reach into your panties like this.” Dillon followed his words with his thick hand curving into the space between her thighs. “Would you be wet for me? Huh, baby?”

Angie couldn’t get her legs spread quickly enough as she tried to help him get in there. “Yes.”

He rubbed his fingers from her clit to the opening of her pussy and paused. “I don’t know if you want this enough. I can feel that your kitty is very slippery, but I want you hotter for me.” He slipped one finger inside and she rocked her hips against his hand.

Angie tried to lean forward for a kiss. It felt strange for him to just watch her with all her clothes on and make her come apart for him. She wanted him hot, sweating, and pulling out his cock and stroking it a few times.

“I want your cock.”

“Where do you want it?” He answered quickly as though he had preempted what she would say and already knew exactly how he was going to reply.

“In my mouth.”

“You want to taste me, baby?” He had slowly pushed in two of his fingers and was now dragging them out even more slowly.

“Yes. Now.” This little scene was making her atomic. Her breasts were too tight in her bra and he wasn’t giving her enough friction to come.

“You’re a bossy little servant. What should I do about that? A bit selfish, too, because I said I wanted to taste you long before you said you wanted the same.” He continued to hold her arms above her head as he fucked her a little faster with his fingers. “I bet your pussy is sweet. Just as sweet as you.”

It was hard to verbally spar with this man. “Taste me and see if I’m sweet or not. I love it when you kiss me right after you pleasure me.”

He moved faster now and she could feel her body tighten up, but he moved his fingers out of her pants and left her trying to catch her breath.

“Why did you stop?”

He brought his fingers to her lips and smeared the wetness all over her mouth, down her neck, and then pulled her shirt so that it ripped down the middle. The hum was back as he leaned back to look at his handy work.

“Fuck. You are gorgeous.”

She stood there a bit shocked, as this wasn’t what she had expected. He let go of her wrists and brought both of his hands to the sides of her head and pulled her to him. He kissed her mouth, licking and sucking off the juice he’d just put there.

Dillon cleaned her off with his tongue and threw a couple of bites in for good measure as he moved downwards. Her bra was in his way and she thought to take it off, but he found her nipple through the sheer fabric and sucked her into his mouth, material and all.

“Bite me, Dillon, please.”

He looked up at her. “You want me to bite your pretty pink nipples hard?”

She nodded and tried to reach for him.

“You’re too hot for that. If I bite you you’ll come because you like that lick of pain with your pleasure, but I’m not ready for that yet.” He stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled out just his cock and balls, leaving the rest of him business as usual, and damn, if she didn’t love that look.

“Get on your knees, baby. I’ve got something for you to taste, too.” He stroked his cock and waited for her.

She lowered herself and tried to look as though she was put off, but she wanted whatever he had to give. The slight salty aroma made her mouth water and she opened up to take as much as she could, but he stopped her with his finger on her head.

“I haven’t given you permission to take my cock. You see it bobbing there and think you can just latch on and suck me off?”

“Please?” She didn’t know what to say or do, but damn it she was going to explode if she didn’t do something.

“You think a little please will help?” he asked, stepping back from her and shaking his head. “Maybe you should present to me and let me see your tits. That might make me feel like sharing.”

She ripped her shirt the rest of the way off and got rid of the damp bra as fast as she could. She then sat back on her heels, with feet flat to the floor, and held her hands palm up on her thighs. Angie tried to calm her breathing as she felt like she could hear it over the air conditioner and the hum of the refrigerator.

“You remembered to have your palms up, and your nipples make me want to abandon what we were going to do so I can feast on your body.” He stroked himself a few times before stopping, but kept his hand on his cock.

“No.” She looked up at him and hoped he’d see the plea in her face, because she didn’t have enough words to explain what she was talking about.

“You’re not supposed to look at me until I tell you to. You must want to be punished tonight.” He waited a few seconds.

Angie’s body started to shiver. It was like she was having dick withdrawal. The term just popped up in her mind and although she would probably laugh later, she was hurting for a fix right now.

“I may make an allowance, since you are new. Suck me good and I’ll see what I can do.”

Angie sat up and reached for him.

“No. You have to wait for instructions, although it makes me that much more aroused that you are so eager. You want me to fill your mouth, Angie?”

She nodded.

“Keep your hands down on your knees and I’ll feed my cock to you.”

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