#SSceneC2017 : Kate Allure Vs Amy Andrews @kateallure @AmyAndrewsBooks

Posted October 12, 2017 by Nix in Active Giveaway, Sex Scene Championship 2017 / 2 Comments

cooltext129748819578231 Bed & Breakfast & Bondage – Kate Allure

Author Links : Website | Twitter
Buy Links : Amazon | $2.35/£2.00

Cat stood there naked before him, panting and proud. Her blond tresses hung about her shoulders like a veil of spun gold. Her sparkling sapphire eyes called to him with passionate desire. But it was her pale breasts and their pert rose centers that made him want to fall to his knees before her.

“Catriona” Mason breathed, his voice heavy with lust. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She stepped forward and her delicate fingers grasped his briefs to tug them down. Before he realized what she planned, Cat was on her knees, her pretty pink lips slipping around the end of his dick.

“Cat. You don’t need…I don’t expect…”

He wanted to tell her that it wasn’t necessary. That she didn’t have to serve him.

That he wanted to serve her.

But it was too late. He was too far gone. Once she’d buried his dick in her hot mouth, he lost the ability to talk or think or do anything…except feel. Feel the way her lips formed a tight ring of suction around his cock. Feel the wet velvety heat as she drew him deep inside her mouth until he was fully buried, her face pressed to his groin. Feel her tongue lave him mercilessly till he could barely stand upright.

Her hands grasped his ass, using him for leverage, and Mason shuddered at the erotic feel of her fingers squeezing and kneading him. She pulled back and cool air washed over his heated dick that was wet with her saliva. Just at the point of no return, she swooped forward again, sucking him even deeper. Cat repeated this over and over, pumping him into her velvety heat until he started to shudder with the need to explode in her mouth. His hands found her head and held on. Had Mason any control at all he would have pushed Cat free so he could worship her, but he had none. He was reduced to a being of pure sensation, his entire world reduced to the feel of Cat’s mouth servicing his cock.

Somehow, he managed to find his voice. “Please Cat, I want to fuck your pussy, give you pleasure too. I can’t hold back.”

Not quite releasing him, Cat declared, “This is what I want.”

Then she started again. Pumping him relentlessly, Cat wouldn’t let up, wouldn’t stop, until Mason was unable to resist thrusting into her, feverishly fucking her mouth. He drove faster and faster, until he juddered one last time. With an ecstatic roar, he exploded into her mouth.

But Cat didn’t stop, kept pumping until he was drained and couldn’t take anymore.

Barely aware of his actions, Mason pulled her upright and scooped her into his arms. He carried her to the giant bed, stretched her out on it and began a journey of exploration across her peaks and valleys, teasing and nipping and licking. He was rewarded by her responsiveness. Her whimpers were like an erotic melody, her pleas like sonnets, and her shudders a delicate dance. She was a masterpiece, and Mason would not stop until he had meticulously studied every inch of her, learned what made her sing, and drew from Cat her total surrender.

“Please, Mason,” she begged. “I want you.”

“Shhh,” he murmured. “I’m so far from done with you, it’s like we haven’t even started.”

“Mason!” she cried, but her needy hunger was more music to him. She reached for him, trying to bring his pelvis to her pussy.

Mason leaned over her, studying the magnificent mounds of her breasts, fascinated by their perfect pink peaks.

Cat frantically pulled at him, trying to drag at least a hand to the part of her that ached the most. Without breaking his meditative contemplation of her, he found her arms and dragged them above her head. Holding her wrists against the pillow with one hand, it left the other free to explore. He gave one mound a gentle squeeze. His finger flicked the nipple, and Cat involuntarily arched into him.

Bending closer, he slowly brought his mouth to her breast. He dragged his wet tongue in a circle around one glorious tight bud, loving the sound of her eager moans.

Then, in the same way that Cat had pulled his cock into her wet depths, he sucked her teat into his hungry mouth. He played and tugged on that one glorious tit as she writhed beneath him. He could spend hours worshiping her breasts.

Mason moved to its twin, his eyes studying the other peak with equal concentration.

“Mason!” Cat squirmed and whimpered. “Please!”

“Shhh.” But he gave her some relief, his hand gliding down across her flat belly, through her damp blond curls, to tease her body just above the spot he knew ached for him.

She spread her thighs wide and lifted her pelvis in welcome.

Mason sucked her untried peak into his mouth at the same time his thumb unerringly found the nub of her pleasure. He bit her nipple sharply and flicked her clit.

Cat about came off the bed, crying out and writhing beneath him. He grinned around the breast in his mouth, loving that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. But he wasn’t ready to let her come. While he continued to feast on her breast, the fingers of one hand grazed her inner thighs, teased her wet folds, and slipped inside her hole. Cat bucked her encouragement. Mason continued to play her body mercilessly until Cat was thrashing about, eyes tightly shut, pulling uselessly to free her arms, and moaning incoherently.

Her wild abandon was beautiful, and suddenly she had all the power. Cat intoxicated him, drugging him into a mind-numbing state of urgent need. He could think of nothing else but sliding his aching shaft into her body. Nothing else in the world mattered. Mason had become her slave.

“Cat!” he cried, rising to look at her. He couldn’t manage anything more.

Her eyes opened to meet his, and he silently begged her.

“Yes!” she murmured.

He released her wrists and started to cover her with his body. Then hesitated.

“The night stand,” she said, rolling toward it. Yanking it open, she pulled out a condom and tossed it to Mason. Within seconds, he had it open and on. He moved into position over her and, holding himself up, stared down into her deep blue eyes. His dick nestled at the apex of her thighs, jerked with wanting.


She answered by tugging on his hips and spreading her thighs.

Mason slid home in one powerful thrust. He lowered his upper body so that he could kiss her and began moving inside her. She smiled against his lips and joined the dance, meeting each thrust.

They moved like one, plunging and bucking. Sensation washed over him, drowning him in pleasure. Her hot tongue rasping against his. Her tight pussy gripping his cock. Her breasts damp with sweat sliding against his chest. Delicious friction everywhere.

He was desperate for more. Mason drove into her over and over. Faster and faster. Cat matched him, head thrown back and eyes closed, she held on and frantically rubbed against him, offering little cries of encouragement. Grunting and panting and moaning, they moved as one, always seeking more.

Mason was almost there, his groin tightening in a relentless drive to find oblivion, but he wanted her there with him. He grunted encouragement until he couldn’t.

Unable to hold back, pleasure exploded through Mason.

“Oh, Cat!” he roared.

He made one last powerful thrust as waves and waves of ecstasy rolled through him, so powerful that he almost didn’t hear her answering shudders. Delight that she was cresting with him, bucking wildly on his shaft, made the euphoria last for endless moments, until at last they grew still.

He’d been right all along. He was a goner. Cat owned him body and soul, and Mason was seized by a powerful longing to stay right where he was in this moment.

Inside her.


cooltext129750505189949Playing With Forever – Amy Andrews

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Buy Links : Amazon ($1.33/ £0.99)

He spun her around and yanked the dress down, leaving it to pool around her ankles, a lace thong the only thing between her and naked.
“Fuck.” His breath hissed out at the sight of her bare breasts, the two pale triangles of flesh glowing like a torch in the subdued light. His gaze locked on the slight swing of them and Juliet’s gut clenched.

So did her sex.

He swooped down, his mouth opening over a nipple and Juliet almost screamed it felt so good. Hot and wet, the suction almost brutal. His hand squeezed the other breast and she arched into it, his fingers pinching the diamond hard tip.

It hurt. It hurt so freaking good.

“This what you want, huh?” He pulled her hips off the wall with his spare hand to fit snug against his body. “Me using you like this?”

His head lowered to her other breast, replacing the pinching with suction, soothing the stinging tip as his fingers tortured the other.

Yes. This. Them using each other. That was what she wanted. What the hell was wrong with that?

“Fuck you,” she panted, her left hand ploughing into his hair, her fingers twisting hard.

He didn’t even flinch and that just made her madder.

She shoved his jacket off his shoulders, pushing it half way down his arms, deliberately restricting the movement of his hands. But his mouth was still free. Free to lick and nip and suck, relentless on her breasts, ravaging them until she thought she might just die from the flood of pleasure and the tiny daggers of pain as he grazed his teeth against the sensitive tips.

She groped in his back pocket for his wallet, pulled it out and quickly located the condom he always stashed there. Blindly, she reached for his fly, not bothering with buttons or press studs, not caring whether his trousers were on or off, just needing access to his cock.

She found the metal tab and reefed it down. He grunted at the noise then groaned as she quickly freed his dick from his underwear. Her nipple slipped from his mouth, his forehead pressed to her chest.

He was smooth and big and lethal and hers and Juliet’s heart sped faster at the thought of him being inside her. “This is what I want.” She ripped the condom open and groped between them, fumbling. A guttural noise of triumph escaped when she finally managed to sheath him.

“Now –” Her hands slid to his hips. “Fuck me, damn it.”

He didn’t need to be told, his hands trapped at her hips, were already rolling her underwear down, pushing the itty bitty thong as far as he could reach before sliding the hard, thick length of his cock through the slickness between her legs.

He notched himself at her entrance and Juliet lifted her leg, gripping his hip with her inner thigh. “Ryder.” She panted into his neck in frustration, rutting against him as he held still, trying to wiggle herself on to him. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might burst through her chest. “Do it, damn it.”

He did it. Flexed his hips and in one quick thrust, ploughed straight in to the hilt. He groaned and she gasped, her head rocking back against the wall. “Yesss.”

It was perfect. Just right. Just what the raging, frothing she-demon inside her needed. The demon that had driven the stupid argument between them and nothing short of his possession was going to drive her out. Revenge sex had taught Juliet that it wasn’t possible to screw the angry out, but if anyone could, it was Ryder.

She moved restlessly against him as he held himself high inside her. “Again,” she demanded. “More.”

“Christ.” His breath was hot on her neck. “You’re so fucking bossy.”

But he gave her more, his hands clamping hard on her hips, locking them into position, using them for purchase as he pulled out and slammed into her again.

And again. And Again. Over and over.

His hips bucked with precision, like a machine, pistoning in and out, ramming his cock right to the hilt, her entire body jerking with every thrust.

He didn’t try to kiss her. She probably would have bitten him if he had. This wasn’t nice sex. It wasn’t considerate. This wasn’t the kind of sex lovers had. It was two angry people trying to fuck each other into submission.

And she’d never been more turned on in her life.

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2 responses to “#SSceneC2017 : Kate Allure Vs Amy Andrews @kateallure @AmyAndrewsBooks

  1. Tina Marie

    WOW what a perfect way to TRY and fall asleep tonight NO WAY. That was awesome can’twait to read more.

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