Sex Scene Championship Final 16! Round 7: Eden Bradley (@EdenBradley ) Vs Shelly Bell ( @ShellyBell987)

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So for our next round we have Eden Bradley and Amber A. Bardan

Execerpt One –

Eden Bradley –  Dangerously Inked©

He stood and pulled her body close to his, his face going into her hair. He held her tight enough that she could feel the hard bulge beneath his jeans—wanted it. Needed it. Desperate.

“Finn…”

“Yeah, I feel it. I feel your heart beating between those perfect breasts of yours. The heat coming off you.” He wrapped his big hands around her hips and yanked her in tight against him. “Do you feel how I need you, girl?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

He slid a hand over her thigh, then dipped down between them, his fingers slipping under the edge of her thong and into her wet heat.

“Oh!”

“Christ, girl…you’re so damn wet. Ready. Are you ready?” He pressed another finger inside her and she clenched around him. “Oh, yes you are. But are you ready? Now?”

“Get your hand out of my pussy so I can think…” she muttered.

He chuckled, slid his fingers out and used them to tease her hard clit.

She moaned.

“Is this better? Answer me quick or I might have to fuck you right here.”

“Mmm…yes, better.”

He laughed. “Tell me what that means, Roison.”

“It means if you don’t take me into one of the back rooms and fuck me I might come right now.”

He nuzzled her cheek with his. “Oh, I do like you, Roisin.”

“Then fuck me, Sir. Come on.”

He hoisted her over his shoulder like some caveman, and her body went hot and soft all over as he carried through the room. Her hair was in her face, but it didn’t matter. She knew where he was taking her.

When they reached one of the private alcoves he set her down on the high, padded table and pressed down on the space between her breasts hard enough that she knew to stay there, on her back.

Watching him get undressed with desire already simmering at a fever pitch in her system was an erotic experience in itself.

The vest came off first, revealing more muscle, every taut slope and hard surface beautiful to behold. He kicked his way out of his boots and his jeans came next—and she almost cooed in pleasure when she saw he went commando underneath. Then she did gasp softly at the sight of his cock.

Oh, Jesus, save me.

It was huge. Steel-hard and as beautiful as every other muscle in his god-like body. The skin was a pale gold, the head a bit darker, swollen and succulent. He had two large, craggy scars down his left thigh surrounded by heavy tribal tattoo work, another scar over his hip on the same side. She wanted to reach out and smooth her hands over those hurting places. Yet they only made him more impossibly masculine. She wanted to reach out and take that beautiful cock in her mouth just as much, to see if she could manage to swallow it.

“Don’t move, Roison,” he commanded, his jaw tight.

She licked her lips. Her sex clenched. All she could do was lay back and open her thighs.

“Christ, what you do to me, girl.”

He yanked her thong off in a flash and bent between her thighs.

Yes, thank you…please…

He kissed her swollen pussy lips over and over, soft kisses that led to nibbling bites. Desire built inside her, ready to explode at any moment. She had to bite it back, not wanting to come too soon. But when he laid the flat of his tongue on her needy clit and thrust two fingers inside her, she couldn’t help it—she came in a torrent of cries and pleasure, flooding his hand and his mouth. He kept working her as her body spasmed, his fingers curving to hit her G-spot, his mouth sucking at her clit. She came again in mere seconds, pleasure crashing over her like an ocean wave while she panted and groaned.

“Ah, God, Finn…”

“Again,” he ordered.

She wasn’t sure she could…until he forced her thighs wider apart and began to fuck her hard with his fingers while he flicked his tongue at her clitoris—hard, relentless, plunging into her over and over. Pleasure built once more, spiraled even higher for having come twice already.

“Now,” he ordered. And it was that one word that set her off. She came again, her climax ripping into her, making her writhe, pleasure so intense she couldn’t even cry out.

Before she was done he was on her.

“Now,” he said again, his tone rough with need.

She felt the enormous head of his sheathed cock at her opening, and she let her legs fall wide to accommodate him.

“Yes…need you, Finn. Now.”

He raised himself up on his arms, paused while his sparking, blue gaze searched hers. He almost looked as if he were in pain, his expression was so torn with desire, his gaze burning hot.

“Going to fuck you through the wall now, girl,” he told her, demanding that she take it with his tone.

“Yes, Sir.”

He held her arms over her head with one strong hand and slung his hips, burying his cock inside her.

Copyright 2013, Eden Bradley

The whirring of her vibrator filled the room, and the excitement of the unknown made her entire body hum.

He trailed the toy down her spine and then spanked her lightly. “Lift up.”

Without thought, she raised her pelvis, keeping her hands resting on the mattress. He slid the toy under her and spread the lips of her pussy so the vibrator bumped directly against her swollen clit. A yelp escaped before she could stop it, and he pinched her sore ass. Hard.

“Feel  free to come as many times as you want, so long as you stay quiet.”

His permission brought the simmering arousal to a full boil. Her toes pointed and every muscle in her body tensed as her pussy clenched and released over and over in one of the strongest orgasms of her life. She cried out, the vibrator too much on her sensitive clit.

He pinched her thigh and tsked. “I thought I told you to be quiet. Now I have to keep it there until you learn. But I don’t think I should be punished for your insolence.”

She bit her bottom lip to keep from speaking. The pain of his pinch momentarily eased the uncomfortable throbbing in her clitoris. She didn’t move, but she heard the swish of his clothing falling to the floor and the tearing of what she guessed was a condom wrapper.

He leaned over her back, pushing her pelvis onto the vibrator. The copper taste of her lip’s blood hit her tongue.

Could she die from pleasure? If so, she didn’t stand a chance with Jax.

His cock brushed against her ass before it dipped lower to her soaked pussy. Jax rubbed it up and down her slit. “Your cunt is quite a sight. Those glistening pink folds begging for my cock.” He thrust into her, his length sliding against that electric spot high inside her, awakening the nerves in her soaked channel.

This wasn’t making love. He fucked her and fucked her hard. His fingers dug into her hips as he slammed himself in and out of her with brutal efficacy, using her body to get himself off.

Her second orgasm loomed just out of reach, building like a crescendo. Her abdominal muscles tightened and everything disappeared except the slide of Jax’s cock across her G-spot. Faster and faster.

Relentless.

Powerful.

And for the moment—hers.

The combination of the vaginal stimulation along with the vibration on her clit sent her soaring. Desperate to please him and end the forced orgasms, she clenched her teeth and held her breath as the contractions went on and on and on.

But he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Didn’t acknowledge her climax. He continued thrusting into her pussy with deliberation, dragging himself across her nerve-laden tissue.

“No more,” she begged. “You may have missed it, but I stayed quiet through my orgasm, Jax.”

“If you stayed quiet, what’s that noise I hear?”

“That’s not fair,” she whined breathlessly.

“Who’s in control, Katerina?”

“You, Jax.”

“I say it’s perfectly fair. Give me another one. And this time, stay quiet until I permit otherwise.”

Internally, she growled with indignation. But she wouldn’t fail again. If Jax wanted another orgasm from her, she’d give him one. She’d give him twenty if it was his will. Good thing she excelled under pressure.

The friction of the vibrator on her clitoris burned. Her head demanded she shout her safe word to end the pain, but her body refused to surrender to any demand other than Jax’s.

If she were truly in pain, would her arousal drip from her legs? If she couldn’t take any more, would her pussy tremble as another climax began to build?

She had to prove to Jax that she could accept his dark needs. Didn’t he understand her needs were just as dark?

She closed her eyes and ceased her battle for control.