by Lola Rebel
Her lips pulled back as her teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of his throat, scraping across stubbled skin.
"Oh, God," he breathed, though Misty couldn't have said that she was supposed to hear it. His hand reached around behind himself, wrapping around her head and taking a handful of hair into his grasp. He pulled on it, pulled her over his hip and into his lap. Misty let him, slipping around until she was standing propped up on one leg, the other perched beside him.
Then she pushed forward, and he was pressed back onto the bed. Her leg didn't hurt any more. It was like she'd never been hurt, though she knew she had. She also knew that if he pressed on it then that feeling of pleasantness wasn't going to last very long.
She let out a long, low breath, and leaned over him until she was held up over his head. She let herself down enough for their lips to press together, just enough to be a little rough.
"Are you sure about this?"
The one question he shouldn't have asked. This wasn't time to wonder about whether or not they were sure about anything. This was time to decompress, to unwind, to explicitly not worry about anything or whether or not they were making the "right" decisions. Asking questions was anathema.
"No," she said. "But I'm not thinking about that right now." She pushed herself up until she was straddling his hips. She wasn't wearing anything, and with her hands lifted above her head, anything that Grant might have had to say to her about his doubts was swallowed up by the need to look at her breasts. He let one hand come up to cup one.
Grant was gentle with her. Too gentle, she thought. There was a time and a place for gentle. Desperation didn't go well with gentle, or sweet. Desperation didn't want to make love. Desperation wanted to fuck, and in that moment, Misty was as desperate as she had been the entire last year. The sooner she forgot about her worries and her troubles, the sooner that she could get back to thinking about them with a fresh head.
She moved her hips up until she was sitting on his chest, and then with another scoot forward, her wetness hovered above his mouth. Grant didn't need a hint about what she wanted. His hands gripped her hips and pulled them down. His tongue started exploring immediately, parting her folds and probing. He started shallow, exploring the opening, exploring her clit. Tasting her.
It was nice, but it wasn't enough. Misty started to rock her hips against him. He didn't complain, nor did he speed up the pace. His tongue kept moving exactly as fast as he wanted it to, deliciously teasing her. Forcing her to wait for what she wanted, even though waiting was the last thing that she had any interest in.
Then, just as she was about to give up, Grant seemed to change his mind. He decided to give her what she wanted after all, and pulled back, pressing his lips against her clitoris and sucking. She shivered at the sudden sensation, her fingers digging into his hair as if he could get any more pressed against her womanhood.
His mouth went back to exploring, but with a desperate need that overwhelmed Misty in exactly the way that she had wanted all along. Her body shivered as he did, a pressure building up in her entire body as she threatened to come in a shower of juices and need.
Her shoulders were the first to lock up. Her fingers tightened in his hair until she was sure that she couldn't have tightened them any more. Her toes curled up, and then the big muscles started to get involved, the long ones along her back, her abs, her thighs, until she was as tight as a drum from her forehead down to her toenails, and then… everything started to relax.
Through it all, his mouth never stopped moving, never stopped exploring, never stopped sending delicious electric signals coursing through her. Misty rolled over, off of him. Her breath came hard and fast, and kept catching in her throat, but she couldn't have asked for anything more. At least, she hoped she couldn't have–what she'd been given had felt hard enough to control already, and she wasn't sure what would put her any further over the edge.
She heard the zipper of Grant's trousers working, but it didn't mean anything to her exhausted, sex-addled mind. It didn't mean anything until he was the one hovering over her, and something hard and thick pressed against her opening.
Then it meant a lot. "I just came," she breathed.
"You've had a minute," Grant said. "Now you're going to cum again."
Misty didn't have time for a witty reply; he was already moving to take her knees in his arms, pulling himself tight against her opening and forcing the two of them together in delicious agony.
"You're a bastard, you know that?"
"Is that a problem?"
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Break me. Make me yours.
Handsome, broken, and a mistake from the beginning.
He held all the answers.
I didn't even know all the questions.
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He got under the blanket with her. His smell overwhelmed her. She wanted to turn away from the wall, to turn towards him and wrap her arms around him. She wanted it so badly, that after a few moments, she did. Her arms looped under his, around his chest and tightened. She felt his breathing push his ribs out. She felt his exhale. She felt his hair against her face. Every movement made her chest ache, her stomach flip more and more.
Lance turned to face Terra, and he cupped her face in his hands. There was nothing in her that resisted. His lips fell on hers, and it felt right. She pressed her lips against his, and it felt right.
She didn't want his lips to leave hers, ever. Lance no longer felt like a stranger, he felt like an old lover, like a comfort, like a long lost friend. His hands slid down her back, pulling her closer to him. Her leg wrapped over his hip, pulling him closer to her.
His breath was hot in her mouth. Her tongue was hot in his. She bit his bottom lip. Lance groaned, groping her butt. He kneaded the cheeks, and then slid his hand up her dress. He grabbed her breasts, brushing the rough skin on his hands against her nipples. She gasped into his mouth.
Terra pressed her hand against his crotch, feeling his hardness growing. She rubbed it from over the fabric, coaxing it to grow more and more. He swore, telling her how good it felt.
She undid his pants and slid her hand into his boxers. The tip of his cock was already wet with precum. Lance slid his hand down her panties. She was already wet, too.
At Terra slowly moved her hand up and down his meat, Lance pressed a finger against her entrance. She widened her legs. His finger popped in, and she hissed. It hurt, first, but then he put in a second finger and it felt good.
It felt so good.
She came quickly, grunting and shivering against him. He pulled her panties down, throwing them onto his floor, and pulled her on top of him. He lifted her dress over her head. It also fell to the floor.
Her breasts, in Lance's opinion, were perfect. They filled his hands just right. He wanted to feel them, always in his hands. He wanted no other hands to ever feel them. He felt suddenly jealous, possessive.
He pulled her down and sucked on her breasts, hard and with teeth. She sucked in air and pressed her pussy against him. His cock was hot as it hit her clitoris. She rubbed back and forth as Lance pinched and bit her nipples, until finally she lifted herself up and sat down on his manhood.
He entered her slowly. They both breathed hard, and sighed as the full length of his cock was swallowed within her. “Ride me,” he said. She obliged.
Terra's hips moved slowly at first. She enjoyed the movement, the moment, lookin
g into his beautiful eyes as she fucked him. And then she moved faster, unable to control herself. She was driving them both to climax.
Lance grabbed her hips, helping her to move faster still, until they both screamed and orgasmed at once. His seed spilled inside of her, filling her.
Their arms and legs tangled together as they shifted again, laying next to each other. There was no awkwardness. There was only peace, until there was only sleep.
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That cult won't keep her from me.
Her father asked me to save her.
So I will.
No matter what it takes.
Even if I have to die to do it.
Even if I fall in love with her along the way.
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She didn't want to want his touch. She didn't want to need his kiss.
Her wants and needs seemed to defy all reason.
He caught her chin with his hand and kissed her again, more softly. The gentleness took her breath away more than his ferocity had. She gave in, abandoned her sense of duty, just for a moment. His kiss burned, his soft lips searing her soul.
His hips pressed up against her. She felt him as he hardened, her hands grabbing his shirt in fistfuls and pulling him closer to her.
Her sudden change startled him, made him back away from her.
"Shit," he said, shaking his head. "We need to not do this."
"I need you to do this, Dean," she said, her voice low.
"I'm takin' advantage of you," he said, his accent returning.
"Like hell, you are. Come here before I take advantage of you!" She laughed, but he only backed away again. Fury course through her veins, along with embarrassment at being shunned. She slapped him again, to teach him a lesson, but it made his desire return.
She was slammed against the bookcase even harder, with a gasp and a laugh. His teeth sunk into her neck, biting into her skin. He hit just the right muscle to make her nipples tingle, going hard.
Deft hands made quick work of her skirt, bunching it up around her hips. Her hands undid his jeans, pushing them down and letting his manhood spring free.
She couldn't see it, but her hand felt it. He was large, the texture soft. It pressed up against her slit, rubbing back and forth as they kissed again.
His fingers touched her mound, pushing her panties out of the way and opening her slit to prepare her for him. She was dripping wet between her legs.
She lifted her left leg and wrapped it around his hips, shifting her position just enough to press his head against her hole. He entered her, slowly. Both held their breath until the head of his cock pressed against her cervix.
She hauled in a sharp breath and tensed. Yeah, he was big. It hurt, but not for long.
His mouth devoured hers as he took her, their tongues playing and exploring the soft texture of their mouths. Her orgasm came slowly at first, like waves of drugged bliss. He spilled inside of her, and kissed her again.
"Please, leave with me. Tonight."
Cady shook her head. "I can't. I have to save them."
He gave her a frustrated look, his eyebrows stitching together. As he left her, he sighed.
"You have one day. Tomorrow night, we leave, whether your friends are safe or not.”
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A quick flick of his arms had me held above the floor.
Her past was mysterious.
Her body was bangin'.
She came straight from Hell and f*cked my life right up.
I didn't want any of her trouble... but I did want a taste of her sweets.
If I died after having a night with her, well, I could die a happy man.
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“Come with me,” he said, pulling on my hand and leading me to his bedroom. I playfully pulled away from him, but his grip on my hand was firm.
A quick flick of his arms had me held above the floor. “Hey!” I yelled, laughing. He chuckled as he laid me down on the bed, his mouth still hot on mine. Using his hand, he stroked up and down my thigh, moving slightly more inwards each time. He was so close to my cunt, then, and I was ready. I knew that I was soaking wet.
His hands reached up under my dress and pulled down on my stockings. They slid over my dark legs, down my calves and then off at my feet. Fingers played along the lining of my panties. I whimpered as he slowly lifted them, sliding his hand beneath them so that he could feel my skin.
“You're so wet,” he said, and I nodded emphatically. His voice was filled with lust and power. I was more turned on then than I had ever been before, my whole body hot and almost buzzing with an intense desire. A desire for that man, Scott, the human who stole my heart.
When he finally touched my sensitive nub, I shot up and cried out in joy. My legs opened wider, quaking with pleasure. He slid my panties down next, so that he could have a clear view of my slit, easy access to my hole.
His fingers were slick with my juices. Slipping one of them into my sopping hole, he used his thumb to make circles around the sensitive spot at the top. I shook and let my body collapse back onto the bed while he fingered me slowly, exploring my insides with gentle prods and strokes.
Glancing down, I found Scott admiring my body. His other hand was on his cock, rubbing it through his pants. My mouth began to salivate.
Scott began to deliberately stretch my hole with another finger. He was pushing me closer and closer to a loud orgasm, and when it finally hit, it was even harder than expected. Drugging waves of pleasure wiped me out, leaving me a panting mess on the bed. Still, he did not stop moving his fingers inside of me, pummeling my hole harder and faster than before. I came again, and again, and yet again on those fingers.
When he finally stopped, I realized I had been screaming out with each orgasm. The sudden silence rang in my ears as I smiled down at him. But instead of being finished, he slipped yet another finger inside, and then dipped his head under my dress. My hands gripped at the bed sheets, my toes curled as I felt his tongue touch my clit.
Lapping up my juices, his slurping noises made me feel both dirty and sexy all at once. As his tongue lashed at my clit, his fingers pumped in and out of me. He fucked me hard like that, forcing me to orgasm more.
He pulled his head back out from under my skirt once I was truly spent. “I'm not sure I can do much more,” I said, panting.
Shaking his head, he grinned. “Oh, no. We're gonna fuck. Take your dress off while I undress.”
My heart pounded in my chest. I was so wiped out, but at the same time so ready for the fucking I was about to receive. Pulling my dress over my head, I waited, watching as his pants and shirt came off.
He was so hot, it was a sin. That body was so perfect, and for that moment, it was all mine. I spread my legs and touched myself while I watched him, pleasuring myself to the sight of his tight muscles and that shapely ass.
When he turned and saw me with my hand on my cunt, he gave me a cocky grin. “Take your hand off my prize. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.” Grabbing my legs, he pulled me down to the edge of the bed and threw them over his shoulders.
He entered me quickly, somehow still stretching me even after I had been fingered. That big cock of his slid right up to my cervix, lightly brushing it. He stood in that position for a while, his hands on my hips holding me still. I felt so deliciously full.
I looked up at Scott with adoring eyes, my fingers running up and down his arms as I waited for him to fuck me.
His movements were slow at first, but then he started moving at a faster pace. I fought the urge to squirm and wiggle beneath him, letting him just take me as hard as he wanted to.
I got the fucking of a lifetime. It was fast, and hard. He slapped my tits, which feels better than one would expect. His fingers scratched down my body. But he fucked me for a long time, his huge cock stretching me out.
Leaning over, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. His
wet tongue against my breasts felt heavenly. My pussy spasmed around his cock, and an orgasm that I thought would have been impossible after all the ones that came before it crashed through me. With one knee on the bed beneath my leg, the other leg on the floor giving his thrusts more power, he fucked me harder, grunting and cursing with each pleasurable stroke.
His cock twitched within me, and I knew he was close to exploding within me. A drop of sweat slipped down his forehead and onto my stomach. Scott's thick, creamy ropes of cum spill into me, filling me up as he slid out.
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His abs were so lickable.
His c*ck was unbelievably huge.
And he was going to put my life back together.
Someone took my baby.
I had no one to turn to...
Until he walked into my life.
Handsome. Smart. Muscular. Brave. My savior.
His was a world of violence.
I was off limits to him.
Could he be the missing piece to my life?
Could he save my baby?
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He could fill a book with the number of rules he's breaking right now, but it doesn't matter one God damned bit. She turns her head to the side to take his cock between her pretty lips.
The searing heat that envelopes him threatens to send him over the edge right then and there, a pleasure that he can't possibly resist.