08 Aug '15

#SSceneC2105 : Danube Adele @DanubeAdele vs Dorothy F. Shaw @DorothyFShaw #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231 Dreams of a Wild Heart – Danube Adele

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“You know what you’re inviting?” His breath feathered across my lips.

I gave his lips another teasing lick, my smile naturally forming into a come-hither look, my hands trailing around his shoulders to clasp behind his neck. “I know.” But it turned out, I really didn’t. Not by a long shot.

His attack was savagely sensual. His large hands wove into my thick mane of hair, grasped the locks firmly, and tilted my head back with a tug that startled me into a gasp. His lips captured mine in a sizzling heat that immediately had me moaning and holding him tightly. Firm and strong, they plundered over and over again, his tongue sweeping the inside of my mouth like it was his to know, his to mold. Fierce sensation swamped my womb with liquid heat making my inner muscles clench with delicious need. I whimpered, helpless to control my reaction, unable to get close enough, taste enough, touch enough.

He learned my taste, my texture and wouldn’t let me move my head until he’d satisfied himself with his take. I wasn’t driving this car, and the vulnerability of being in that position was so goddamn hot. Moisture seeped from between my legs and holding my thighs together let me keep the building heat.

When is he going to touch me there? Would he put his big fingers inside me?

Soon. Very soon.

The tension was building, the need taking over.

“I want to feel your skin.”

Without waiting for permission, he peeled my shirt off and gazed at my breasts, his own arousal pressing my stomach through the towel. He pulled the bra cups down, which only served to prop my breasts up more. They felt so full, the nipples erect and aching. A sense of shyness came over me.

“I haven’t done this so much,” I admitted softly, my voice quivering.

His eyes blazed heatedly into mine, his hands cupping the mounds possessively in his rough hands. “Good.” It only took having his thumbs run over my aching nipples, circling them, pinching at them, before I was crying out again, unable to stop the wild, desperate storm that was beginning to rage within my body. My hips writhed involuntarily and his hands went back to my ribcage to lift me up, pull me over his lap so I was straddling him, his steely length pressed smack dab on my swollen sex.

Immediately, the seam of my jeans rubbed against my full clit. Automatically, my hips rolled against him, and a hiss escaped between his clenched teeth. Was he feeling as crazed as I was?

“So fucking pretty.” His deep voice rasped before lifting one of my nipples to his lips and sucking hard.

“Ah!” It was a direct conduit of heat to my core and more moisture came out of my sex, dampening my panties. Voice shaking, I whispered, “That feels so good. So good.”

“Are you wet?”

“So wet.”

“Let’s get you wetter.” He alternated sucking with nibbling and flicking with his tongue, first one breast, then the other. I was a slave to his touch, moving on him, trying to get more of what I needed, rocking my sex over his erection that had only gotten harder and bigger.

“Please,” I begged, not knowing what I was begging for, but wanting so badly to get it.

“Let’s see how wet you are.” He looked into my eyes and with a hand under my bottom, stood and walked to the bed. Unceremoniously, he tossed me down and followed after me, kneeling between my legs. “Unclasp them.”

With shaky fingers, I undid the button and zipper. He pulled them off me easily, and all I had left was my black lacy thong underwear. He ran his fingers over my mons and pulled aside the fabric to delve into the wet heat of my sex. I’d never been so wet in my life. He swirled his finger inside of me, and watched as I moaned with pleasure, trying to grind on his hand. More liquid heat dripped.

“Thank the spirits you’re fucking ready.”

His fingers hooked the top of my panties and they joined my jeans on the floor. Now I was completely bare, open to his lust-filled gaze. He took off his towel, and the size of his cock had my eyes widening. It was beautiful and ready for me. I reached out to grasp it, but he caught my hand. Gruffly, he said, “Not this time.”

He ran the mushroom tip along the slippery seam of my aching sex, and then he was pushing in. The stretch and sting lasted only moments, and then he was all the way in and I just felt full with his pulsing heat. Slowly, he pulled back and pushed in again, and my hips met his thrust. He did it again and my inner walls clutched at him.

“You’re so tight.”

“It feels good.”

“I can’t hold back.”

“Don’t.”

And then he was thrusting, hard, and our cries filled the air as the heat built, the need wound tighter, had a stronger grasp on us. Our hips thrust together, and together we fought for the release that was just out of reach. Then his thumb and finger pinched at my clit and I exploded with a shattering of heat that cascaded over my entire body, my sheath clenching his shaft until his own guttural shout hit the air. He laid over me, bracketing my face with his elbows, his lips nuzzling my neck and still deeply connected, still moving gently within me.

He was finally able to catch his breath and pulled out gently before rolling off to the side. But then he pulled me into his body, sheltering me, skin to skin, and this felt good, too. With some humor, I remembered the last time I’d done this had been less than thrilling; two teenagers fumbling around for the first time, just barely getting the parts in the right places. This was nothing like that. Tabron had owned me.

cooltext129750505189949Unworthy Heart – Dorothy F. Shaw

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Maiya whimpered, clawing at his jeans while he played with her nipples. It was the most intense kind of torture, and it drove her nuts that he had this much control over her body. She responded to him even when she was angry. Had her body consulted her mind, they would’ve been in all-out war, but she was sure her body would win.

Maiya’s nipples peaked in impossible tightness, tingling each time he passed his fingers over them. She’d never been into pain during sex before, but she wanted him to bite them and suck them and give her that delicious bit of sting.

She wasn’t certain she could give herself over to him in some sort of submissive role, but her body sure as hell was on board because of how he responded when she did what he asked. It made her want to see how far he would go with this kind of game. Maiya unbuttoned his pants and tugged down the zipper. “Ryan, do you want me to be your naughty girl?”

He dipped his head and flicked his tongue over her nipple. “I’d have to punish you if you were naughty.” He circled the tip with his tongue and then sucked it into his hot mouth.

She hissed, arching her back. “Fuck, but…but do you want that?” She managed to get her hand down his boxers and gripped his length in her fist. His skin was like satin in her palm.

“Hell, woman. Yes, I want that.”

He wants to punish me for being naughty. Maiya had to see what would come next.

Ryan shifted his hips forward, driving his length through her palm, and then snaked his arm up Maiya’s back and into her loose bun. Tugging her head back, he bit her neck.

“What else?” She writhed against him, still stroking his prick. “You want me to be your slut, hmm?”

Ryan pulled his mouth from her throat and gripped her hair tighter. “You are fucking killing me.” He kissed her hard, driving his tongue into her mouth.

Maiya stroked it with her own, tasting and drinking him in. When he pulled away, he bit her bottom lip. The sting of pain drew a whimper from her throat and she gripped his prick tighter in her hand. “Tell me I’m your slut, Ryan.”

Ryan grabbed her hand, stilling her motion. “Be careful, Maiya.”

“Make me your slut, Ryan.” She licked at his bottom lip. “Please?”

She couldn’t believe the words flying from her mouth. She never talked like this—never wanted to be anyone’s slut, either. But as the words slipped past her lips, he grew harder in her palm, and a thrill sprinted through her. She loved it. The power filling her when he responded to the dirty words she used aroused her body and mind more than she could’ve ever imagined.

Ryan rolled over her and then settled between Maiya’s thighs. Using one hand, he pinned her hands above her head. “I’m about to fuck you good and proper.” He trailed the fingers of his free hand down her cheek and then cupped her chin. “Tell me you want it, Maiya.”

Circling her legs around his hips, Maiya met his eyes. “Which part? That I want you inside me?” She rolled her pelvis. “Or that I want to be your slut?”

Ryan moved his hand to her throat and gripped it lightly. “Yes.” He kissed her, but then paused and looked up at her. “Is this okay?” He flexed his fingers on her throat.

Maiya thought she might explode into a million pieces beneath him. Her mind twirled in confusion while anticipation thrummed through her at a steady pace—her clit pulsing in time with it. The man had his damn hand around her throat and she knew for sure this was notsomething she liked or ever wanted anyone to do to her. He wasn’t choking her, just making his presence known, but with him, it turned her on. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but, yeah. It’s okay.”

She arched against him again. Her nipples scraping across his shirt sent a bolt of electricity through her. She needed her hands free; she wanted to rip his shirt off and drag her nails down his back.

 

Every muscle in Ryan’s body was strung tighter than a suspension bridge wire. Maiya was driving him into a lust-filled madness. Even through their clothing, the heat of her core scalded him. The things she’d been saying to him were enough to make him go alpha male on her fine ass and slide his dick in her every hole until she begged him to stop, then begged him to start again.

He’d always liked things rougher in bed, but he never had a partner who was as into it as he was. Tammy wasn’t interested in this sort of play. There had been a few women he’d screwed around with in the years before and after Tammy, but he never had a woman want him to call her his slut. Or respond to him the way Maiya did.

For Christ sake, she practically begged him. That had to be a big deal to her. When he circled her neck with his hand, he did it more to see what she’d do. When would she call a foul on the play, so to speak. He was beginning to think she wouldn’t because when he tightened his grip, with gentle but firm pressure, she got hotter and writhed against him more. Even still, he needed to be sure, and was rewarded with the answer he hoped for. Adding to everything, she wanted to be spanked, she wanted him to call her his slut and she wanted him to take control. Ryan was all too willing to give her what she wanted and more. Rising to his knees, he released her wrists and ran his palms over her breasts. “Leave your hands above your head.”

“But I can’t touch you if I do.” She pouted.

He pinched and tugged her nipples “I know.” She mumbled a curse, but obeyed his command. “Good girl.”

He wanted to push her to see how far she’d let him go, but he had to remember tonight was not the night for testing limits. Even so, he intended on making her come so hard she’d never forget his name. The need to feel her writhe beneath him and scrape her nails down his back while she came all over his cock trumped everything else. He’d happily kiss her lips to keep her little moans and whimpers quiet. He groaned—the thoughts alone were enough to bring him to the edge.

Ryan leaned forward and sucked each pretty, caramel-tipped nipple, circling each peak one at a time with his tongue. God, he was glad Jacob was a sound sleeper. With his mouth on her soft skin, Maiya panted and whimpered, arching beneath him. Moving his hands to her pants, he made quick work of the button and zipper, then pushed them over her hips. He ran his tongue down the center of her stomach to her belly button and she arched again. Ryan placed one hand on her hip, stilling her. “Don’t move, baby.”

“I can’t help it. You’re making me crazy, Ryan.”

“Impatient little slut, aren’t you?”

“Oh!” She gripped his hair in her hands. “Oh fuck. Say it again.”

He stopped and looked up at her. “Where are your hands supposed to be?”

She stared at him, her breath heaving in and out of her lungs. Her eyes were heavy lidded, her cheeks flushed with arousal. She didn’t say a word, just raised her hands back above her head and then licked her lips.

She was a fantasy come to life, and he blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Maiya, I want you. My God, I want you now.” She nodded, drawing in a breath. He pulled her pants the rest of the way off her legs, and then stood and shed his own clothes. “Take your shirt and bra off.” Ryan grabbed his wallet out of his pants and removed a condom.

She did as he asked and tossed them on his pile of clothes. “Ryan, are you sure about this?”

He knelt between her legs on the couch and pulled the afghan around them. “No, but it’s happening because I can’t wait another goddamn minute to make you mine.”

“Let me do this.” She took the condom from him and tore the package open.

Mine. Ryan gazed at her through heavy lids. Maybe she hadn’t noticed his slip about making her his. The statement had shot from him before he’d had a chance to stop it. His head fell back and he had to take a couple of deep breaths while she teased the head with her fingertips before sheathing his length in the thin barrier.

He smoothed his hands down her inner thighs. Gripping behind her knees, he raised her legs, spreading them farther. Ryan glanced at her core and his head spun with desire. The delicate skin of her sex was flushed and swollen with arousal. Her clit was hard beneath its hood of skin and protruded just enough to taunt him. He licked his lips. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Running his finger through her folds, he gathered moisture to spread around the taut bundle of nerves.

She gasped and her hips rose off the cushion. “Jesus, Ryan. The things you say to me. I think you could make me come with words alone.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled. “That’d be fun to try. You taste like heaven, Maiya. Do you know that?” He ran his fingers through her folds again and dipped two inside her opening. “Have you ever tasted yourself?” He raised his hand, her moisture glistening on his fingertips. She sucked in a breath, and then her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “Lick my fingers, baby. Taste how sweet your honey is.”

She parted her lips and he pressed his fingers inside the warmth of her mouth. Maiya’s eyes fluttered closed and she sucked them, curling her tongue around the sides of each finger.

“The things you’ll do for me.” He shook his head. “It’s amazing.” Ryan pulled his fingers from her mouth and then sucked them between his own lips. Leaning forward, he settled between her welcoming thighs and kissed her, long and deep, and with all the passion welling up inside him. Ryan was starving for her and he might never get his fill. He pressed his hardened length into her mound and shifted his pelvis forward dragging the shaft over her clit.

Maiya rocked her hips in time with his and moaned into his mouth. Back and forth they moved while he kissed her until they both gasped for breath. “Ryan, please?”

He thrust forward again. “Ask me to fuck you, Maiya. I need you to say it.” He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain some control of himself—once he was inside her, he’d be lost.

She gripped the back of his hair. “Fuck your slut, Ryan.” She bit his lip and then released it. “Please?”

“Jesus, where have you been all my life?” He raised his hips, positioned the head at her slick opening and slid in until his hips met hers.

She cried out and then bit his shoulder. He held himself still for a moment, allowing her time to adjust. Pausing gave him a chance to breathe too. She was tight and hot and wet. Her internal muscles flexed around him, squeezing his prick, and his need for her skyrocketed to the moon. Ryan shifted his hips, pulled out and then slid back inside her. Her walls flexed again and he growled, grabbed her hips and moved inside her. “Woman, you feel like heaven.”

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