#SSceneC2017 : Eden Bradley vs Angela Snyder @edenbradley @AuthorAngelaS

He grinned, an animal hunger in his glittering gaze, in the loose softness of his mouth as he tore the packet with his sharp, white teeth and rolled it onto his heavy erection. “You can thank me later,” he growled, positioning his thick cock at the entrance to her body, making her sex clench. “After I fuck you senseless. Or maybe I’ll be the senseless one. Luckily, it doesn’t really matter, does it, lovely?”“Not at all. I mean, yes please. I mean…I don’t know, Duff, just do it.”

Reaching down between them, he pinched her pussy lips between hard, hurting fingers, but it only made her need spiral higher. He used the same fingers to spread her open, and pushed the swollen tip of his cock into her.

“Oh! God…”

He was so damn big—beautifully so. She wanted to take him in all at once, but she knew, even wet as she was, that it would take a moment for her body to open for a man of his size.

“Ah, that’s it, princess. So. Damn. Good. So tight. Fuck.” He pressed a little deeper. “I am gonna fuck you so good and hard,” he muttered, taking her face in one big hand and holding her tight. “I am gonna bury myself until my balls are pressed tight up against your lovely…hot…pussy.”

He was forcing her to look at him, and the intensity of his gaze on hers was almost shocking. Electric. She was shaking all over—with scorching pleasure at the first hint of him filling her, with the need to take as much of him in as she could. Shaking with sharp desire and a touch of fear at the restrained beast she saw behind his eyes. She wanted that animal to be let loose, unleashed on her body. She didn’t care if it hurt. She wanted it all. Wanted all of him.

In one punishing thrust he buried his cock to the hilt, driving the breath from her body. Driving pleasure deep. Then he bent to kiss her mouth, shifted to bite her shoulder, his teeth grinding into her skin. And she loved it all, the ownership of his actions. She refused to think about it—she wanted to be in the moment, in the pure pleasure of it as he slung his hips and began to fuck her.

It was a rough, relentless pounding, his teeth sinking deeper, his rigid flesh driving harder into her. And all she could do was hang onto his broad shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin. He was hitting her g-spot, his pelvis crashing into hers, and the pressure built inside her until it was screaming to get out.

“Need to come…” she panted.

“No.” He buried a hand in the back of her hair and pulled. “No. Not yet.”

With his other hand he held her wrists above her head, bent and bit into the tender flesh on the underside of her arm. When she yelped, he growled, like a lion purring before devouring its prey. And she knew that was what she was at that moment. A part of her wanted to fight back—she loved that primal struggle—but she felt too taken over by him. Letting her hair go, he slid his hand under her buttocks, lifting her hips to meet his as his fingers dug in, pressing into the pressure points there.

“Ah!”

“Does it hurt, lovely?” he ground out, his Scottish accent so heavy she could barely make out the words. His hips slammed into her as pleasure and pain melded in her system. “I want it to. Need it to. Tell me you need it, Layla. Tell me.”

“Yes.” It came out on a sob—a sob of reluctant yielding and overwhelming sensation and the exquisite need to come. “Yes, I need it. I need you not to be careful with me.”

“I won’t be, I can guarantee you that.”

He started to buck harder into her, one stabbing thrust after another, faster and faster. Pleasure was a hammer, then a tight coil, then a fiery heat, the steam needing to be released.

“Duff, God damn it! Let me come.”

“Too damn used to being the boss,” he muttered, his fingers digging deeper into the sore flesh of her ass.

“Fucking hell, Duff!”

“Oh yeah,” he ground out, his voice low and guttural . “Beg me, cuss me out. Let it out, princess. I love it.”

As soon as I open the door of the library, her soft, melodic voice carries across the library as I enter.  Wearing earbuds from her newly acquired iPod shuffle clipped to her shirt, Adeline dances through the library, completely oblivious that I’m watching her.

I allow the door to close quietly behind me, and I sit down on a nearby leather chair to enjoy the show.

She’s wearing yoga pants, and there’s a slim gap visible between her luscious thighs as she moves.  The dark material is pulled tightly against her plush, little ass, and I hold back the groan threatening to release from my throat.

I watch as she puts books away, softly singing and gyrating her hips in a seductive dance that makes my cock twitch in my pants.  My hand moves down to my hard length pressing painfully against my zipper.  I stroke myself through the material a few times, biting back another groan.

“Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

Slowly, I stand and stalk towards her like an animal on the prowl, unbuttoning and stripping out of my dark suit jacket and my long-sleeve, white button-up shirt on the way.  Her back is still to me, her melodious voice drawing me in.  She’s oblivious that I’m coming for her, oblivious to the things I want to do to her right now, and that thought makes me rock fucking hard.

I feel like at any moment I could spontaneously combust; I want her so badly.  Fuck, this girl is gonna be the death of me. She calls to me like one of the Sirens from Greek mythology, and I would gladly crash into a thousand jagged rocks for just a single touch from her.

Adeline turns to grab a book, and that’s when she spots me out of the corner of her eye.  She jumps and a half-hearted scream partially escapes her lips before she realizes it’s just me.

The recognition and dissipation of fear in her eyes does something to me then.  She trusts me.  But over and above that, she sees me as her protector…perhaps maybe even something more.

I gently pull the earbuds from her ears and unclip the iPod from her tight, little shirt, which is emphasizing the rise and fall of her luscious tits as erratic pants escape her full lips.

“Lucien,” she says in a breathy whisper.  “You scared me.  I didn’t even know you were…”

Her voice trails off as my fingertips graze the soft material of her shirt.  Without speaking a word, my hand travels down her flat stomach and finds her mound through the thin material of her pants.  I can feel the heat coming from her core, and it turns me the fuck on.

She releases a shuddering breath as I stroke her through the fabric.  I just had her last night, but I’m quickly learning that I’ll never get my fill of her.  And by the way her moans are bouncing off the library walls, I don’t think Adeline has gotten quite enough of me yet either.

My lips find hers, swallowing a moan as I plunge my tongue into her mouth and tangle my free hand in her hair, holding her tightly in place and possessing her in every way possible.  I can feel her pussy growing wet, soaking the material and my fingertips.

“Fuck, Adeline,” I growl against her mouth.  I pull back to stare into her eyes.  “Don’t you see what you’re doing to me?”

Adeline gives me a worried and confused look for a moment, but her expression soon turns to surprise when I reach down and grip the crotch of her pants.  With one quick tear, I split the seams, growling like a fucking animal.

She makes me feel reckless.  She makes me feel crazy sometimes.  But most of all, she makes me feel.

I stare down at the hole I created and realize she’s not wearing anything under the yoga pants.  “No panties,” I hiss, my eyes meeting hers.  “Such a bad girl,” I tell her with a smirk.  She sinks her perfect, white teeth into her plump lower lip, making my dick jump at the sight.

“I need to be inside of you.  Now,” I growl.  Not wanting to wait another second without feeling her tight pussy grasping my hard cock, I quickly unzip my pants, pull them down over my hips and slip out my aching cock.  “This is going to be quick…and hard,” I warn her.

“That’s exactly what I want,” is her response, and it’s music to my fucking ears.

My hands grip her ass, and I haul her petite body up in my arms with ease.  She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.  Without hesitating, I line up my cock and force her down on my length, impaling her.

Adeline’s cries echo in the vast room, and it’s like a fucking symphony with notes only I can hear.  I force myself to still and allow her a moment to adjust, because I’m already too far gone to think about anything else but fucking her in this moment.

I move us up against one of the bookshelves, and pull out slowly, thrusting shallowly into her tight, little pussy and allowing her wetness to coat the length of my cock.

She feels so damn good, and I feel like I’m not going to last more than a few seconds.  That’s when I realize why it feels so different this time — I’m in her bare for the first time.  I was so consumed with lust that I didn’t even think about putting a condom on.

Adeline must be able to sense my apprehension, because she asks, “Lucien, what’s wrong?”

I pull back to look in her eyes, those emerald orbs that I could stare into forever.  “Nothing,” I whisper to her.  Nothing at all.

I watch her beautiful face morph into pure ecstasy as I begin to thrust in and out of her, her soft, wet cunt gripping me so tightly.  Her sexy moans fill my ears, and it drives me mad with the overpowering desire to take her, to fucking make her mine.

Slapping my right hand against the wall of books behind her, I rut into her over and over, wringing out every cry and groan and orgasm that I can get out of her sexy, lithe body.

On her third orgasm, she’s trembling against me, her grip on me loosening as she struggles to keep up her strength.  But I’m not done with her yet.

Holding her trembling body against me, I step out of my pants, which had pooled around my ankles, and move us to a leather sofa where I gently lay her down.  With her legs in the air and her ankles at my ears, I fuck her slow and deep.  At this angle, I’m able to reach every inch of her, and I fucking love it.

Adeline shakes her head back and forth, moaning nonsensical things as another orgasm racks her body, making her legs quiver in my grip.

“More,” I demand from her as my hips piston against her.  The sounds of my balls slapping against her wet pussy and our ragged breaths are the only noises filling up the quiet library now.

I’m fucking her like an animal, our lovemaking like some kind of fucked-up ritual bringing us closer than ever before.

I pick up my pace, and I can sense when Adeline is going to have another orgasm by the way she tenses and her tight, little cunt starts gripping me harder and harder.

“Lucien!” she cries out as the pleasure hits her.  Hard.

“Fuck yeah,” I growl at the sound of my name flying past her lips over and over again.

I stare down at our joined union, my thick cock filling her tight, wet pussy.  And that’s what sends me over the edge.  In that moment I know I should pull out, but I can’t seem to force my cock to listen to me.

With a groan that sounds like a fucking roar, I grip the back of the leather sofa with my right hand as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had erupts through me, my seed filling her to the brim as I pump in and out of her one…two…three more times.

Panting and completely out of breath, I collapse into Adeline’s arms, keeping most of my weight off of her with my trembling forearms.  Our bodies are sticky and covered in a sheen of sweat as we lay there together, our thundering heartbeats racing against one another.

Adeline’s hands run their way over my back, skating over my scars gently and then through my damp hair as she whispers sweet nothings in my ear.

I stare down at this mythical, beautiful creature with hooded emerald eyes and a sly smile of satisfaction on her lovely face.

And it’s right in that exact moment that I fall so fucking hard for Adeline that it physically hurts.