Sex Scene Championship Quarter Final One Eden Bradley Vs A.S. Fenichel

Eden Bradley : Sanctuary 

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He began a slow pumping rhythm, fucking her with his hand, and at the same time he began to spank her.

It didn’t hurt at first—she was too full of pure pleasure from what he was doing to her needy pussy. But soon he began to smack harder, and it became more difficult to keep quiet. But she would do it. For him.

He kept up the spanking, raining blows over her ass, her thighs, and all the time fucking her with his thrusting fingers. She was lost in pleasure—even the pain was pleasure. Lovely.

And then he hit her with something.

She smelled the leather even as she felt the wide strap across her bottom. She was too shocked to cry out.

He hit her again with the strap, and this time she did yelp.

“Come on, Devin. You can take it.”

And she could. She felt a certain pride well within her as he smacked her ass over and over with the leather strap, as she felt the welts rising on her skin. She knew she could handle the pain. And somewhere between the hurting strap and the lovely sensation of his fingers plunging inside her, the line began to blur. Sensation became one thing—pleasure and pain—and her service to him, that she was doing this to please him, but as she’d said, it was what she craved most now, as well.

It went on and on, until she felt her pussy swell with need, felt her climax trembling in her body, waiting, waiting.

Shaye must have felt it, too.

“Hold it back,” he ordered. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

“Yes…”

He began to fuck her harder with his hand, really slamming into her. At the same time he kept smacking her sore and stinging skin with the strap. Something about the sharp scent of the leather was driving her crazy. Needing to come was driving her crazy. Her legs began to shake.

“Oh, baby, this is beautiful,” he told her, his voice a little breathless. “You can do it. Hold it back for me.”

He hit her harder, and pleasure surged, making her pussy ache, her clitoris hardening until she could barely stand it.

“Shaye…I can’t.”

“You can. And you will. Because I need to be inside you when come, baby. I need you to come all over me.”

She groaned as he slipped his fingers from her—at the loss of sensation. At the knowledge that he would fuck her now.

In moments he was behind her once more, and she felt his strong, naked thighs against hers, the slight tickle of the fine hair there. Then his sheathed cock was poised at her entrance. She surged back against him, trying to take him in.

A low, rough chuckle from him. “Little Devin, you are not the one running this show, are you?”

“No, Shaye.”

“I like that—the way you say my name. I want you to ask for it.” His voice was rough with desire.

“Ask me by name, Devin.”

“Please, Shaye.”

He pressed his thick cock against her, the tip just slipping inside. She could feel the cool metal of his piercing even through the condom. “Please, what?”

She groaned. “Please fuck me.”

“Say it again. The right way.”

“Oh…please fuck me, Shaye.”

She screamed again. Sensations pulsed from her clit and her pelvis tightened. Her arms shook from the strain and she sank to her elbows. The new angle exposed more of her to his mouth and his tongue dipped inside her, fucking her sopping pussy. He sucked and licked her clit, then plunged his tongue inside her.

Her body bucked against his face and she cried his name and maybe called for god too. She wasn’t at all sure what came out of her mouth. She only knew her climax was building and she wanted more.

His hands gripped her ass, but she felt them moving just before his thumb pressed inside her. He sucked her clit hard and she cried out again, fucking his face by pressing her thighs against his shoulders and digging her heels into his back. His thumb probed deeper and he licked around her sensitive cluster of nerves before pulling it back inside his mouth and sucking again and again.

Pure rapture descended on her and shot outward. Her pussy pulsed around his thumb while he continued to suck her clit. She bucked and twisted while the orgasm crashed around and within her.

As her climax subsided, Kane lifted her ass back onto the table. It was cold again against the heat of her pussy. She watched him move the chair he’d been sitting on to the right just below her foot. Then he took a second chair and placed it under her left foot. She put one foot on the corner of each chair with her legs still wide, and pressed her hands against the table, lifting her bottom past the edge. Kane moved forward into the space between the two chairs. He tore the condom open and rolled it onto his cock. He was once again at her apex, his thick head touching her pussy. He gripped the shaft and slid the head through her wetness. While he held himself at her opening, she eased herself onto his cock. He stretched her deliciously.

She was gasping for breath.

“Look at me, Lena.” The rasp in his voice got her attention more than the words.

She looked up into those stunningly blue eyes. A bead of sweat trickled from his temple. She straightened her elbows and looked down as the base of his shaft slid from inside her, then bent them again, swallowing him to the hilt. He gripped her ass and helped her find a rhythm. She watched his eyes grow darker.

“Lena, you are so fucking hot.”

He gripped her ass tighter. At her core, she could feel her orgasm building again. She quickened the pace. Kane groaned as his orgasm racked his body. He kept thrusting into her, brought one hand around and rubbed her clit. She threw her head back and screamed as she came for the third time. Her sheath clutched at his cock and she bucked one last time.