Sex Scene Championship Quarter Final 4 : Eden Bradley (@EdenBradley) vs Sidney Bristol (@Sidney_Bristol)

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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

Damien knelt between her spread legs, releasing the ropes, coasting his touch up her thighs to the juncture.

Oh God, she chanted in her head.

Damien passed his fingers through her folds.

“You’re wet,” he said.

She whimpered, unable to form words.

He spread her labia and she closed her eyes, too vulnerable at that moment to watch. She gripped the ropes and let her head drop back again, waiting for a more intimate touch.

His lips wrapped around her clit and her spine bowed up, the air rushed from her lungs, and for a single moment the world seemed to pause.

That was not what she’d expected.

Damien’s tongue flicked the bundle of nerves back and forth while he kneaded her ass in his palms.

Her breath stuttered in her chest and her pussy clenched on nothing, and yet she arched farther into the ropes. She opened her mouth on a silent shout as her body convulsed, the delicate muscles in her channel spasmed, and the delicious release of climax washed over her. Just a little one, enough to leave her gasping for breath, her head spinning.

She pried her eyes open, to find Damien watching her as he pressed a kiss to her thigh.

“Again,” he said.

“What?” she panted.

He didn’t repeat himself.

Damien gently brushed his fingers over her clit, pulling the hood back.

“Oh God,” she whispered. If this was his idea of payback, she’d make sure he always owed her.

His mouth settled on her clit, hot and raw against the little bundle of nerves. Her body, sensitized and strung tight, quaked despite the small respite. He rubbed his tongue over it, and this time she couldn’t tear her gaze away. He stared at her while he teased her opening with his fingers. He saw down to the depths of her soul while his mouth made love to her, demanding the rise and fall of her breath, the pounding of her heart.

“I can’t,” she sobbed.

His gaze said, Yes you can.

She gripped the ropes and moved her hips, urging his fingers faster. Heat rose on her cheeks, spread to her chest, warming her body. Multiple orgasms weren’t something she’d done more than a few times, but he’d played her body with expertise before.

Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, blossoming into lust. She tossed her head back and groaned, reaching for the ropes and stretching, arching into it. Damien stroked her through it, prolonging the sweet torture of release without his cock.

“That’s it,” he whispered, stroking her thighs, and up to her stomach.

She sagged, the second release taking all of her energy.

Damien brushed his fingers over a nipple and a sensation like an electric charge zapped through her. She gasped and jumped, snapping her eyes wide open.

He chuckled and leaned against her, some of his weight falling on her and the ropes, but not too much to bear.

“Time to remove these.”

He stroked the other breast and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The clamps came off with a little tug; he did both at the same time. She groaned as blood rushed into the peaks. Maybe the clamps were stronger than she thought.

Damien didn’t give her any respite. He rubbed his palms over the abused flesh. She whimpered, trying to move away, but he had her captured, completely at his mercy. Or lack thereof. Pain turned to pleasure and she arched into his hold.

Whatever he wanted of her, she was willing to offer.

Damien pulled away from her and she whimpered at the loss of his body, the weight that pressed the ropes into her skin, and his heat.

“Shh, sweetness, I’m here. I’ll always take care of you,” he whispered, stroking her body, drawing trails down her chest and stomach, up her legs. “I’m going to fuck you now, unless you want down.”

“No,” she wailed.

“No, what?”

“Don’t take me down, not yet. Please, sir.”

He cupped her face, swiping his thumb across her cheek. “You’re flying hard, aren’t you?”

Poppy knew he didn’t mean the ropes. She nodded.

“You have to open those eyes. Watch me fuck you. Know who it is inside you.”

She pried her eyes open again, unsure when she’d closed them, and peered up at him. Her muscles were starting to ache, and she would have rope burn, but those physical reminders would be her most precious possession. Because he’d given them to her. He’d given her this.

Damien rocked back on his heels and she realized for the first time that he was completely naked. His big, black cock jutted toward her. Again she wondered how he’d fit last time, and if he would now. She hoped so. She ached to feel him again.

He ripped open a condom and rolled it on. His gaze slid to her and she froze. Not that she was allowed much movement, but she stilled. Her body swayed on the ropes, not having gotten the memo.

The blunt head of his cock pressed against her opening. He grasped the ropes suspending her hips and pulled. His length slid into her channel and she gasped at the intrusion. Slick from orgasm, her muscles stretched around him. She groaned as he pulled the ropes again, impaling her further on his length.

This was completely new. Not only was her mind soaring, her body was floating on air.

Damien grasped the harness around her hips and thrust deep, seating himself fully in her channel. Her eyes fluttered wide and she gasped, feeling every inch of him. Her toes curled and she dug her nails into the rope.

They froze for a moment, each breathing heavily, gazes locked.

He moved first, grasping the chest harness with one hand and hauling her upright, into a sitting position, and taking her mouth in a savage kiss. He thrust up into her and she squealed against him.

“Hold on to the ring.” His voice was low and rough.

She did as he told her, grasping the ring, which changed the position entirely. Now she faced him, but still she was suspended.

Damien held on to her hips and thrust. Her breath stuttered out and her head rolled back on her shoulders.

So good.

He touched all of her, every nerve ending and secret place. The drag of flesh on flesh urged her ever higher.

He withdrew and thrust hard, but didn’t stop. With the harness restraining her, he had complete control. Again and again he thrust deep, pushing her further up.

She came on a shout, moaning out her release as he continued to pound into her, and the room resounded with their lovemaking, raw and primal.

Damien came in a series of frenzied thrusts, freezing at the last second to bite down on her shoulder, muting his shout of release. She hissed, but didn’t begrudge him another mark on her body. He’d branded her his, and even if this was a passing relationship, a little piece of her would always belong to him, and that was a terrifying thought.