Excerpt: Eight Days Ablaze (m/f smut)
Aug. 17th, 2008 05:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdFor everyone who wanted this one. It's het, and Adina is playing with her CloneBox, which provides a Fully Integrated Sensory Experience.
This is...not at all work safe
She skipped the candles tonight and plugged straight into the box. Her chosen lover was the Italian bouncer she’d seen that night. Tall, dark and absolutely gorgeous, with black hair that rippled and curled down his back, she’d wanted him the second she’d seen him, but sex with a stranger was too risky. The room shimmered a little and he stood in front of her with a sexy grin, wearing only a pair of very tight leather pants.
Goy, she thought as she glanced at his package, which bulged ominously large. Then there was no time for thought. Full hot lips pressed hers, and his tongue demanded entrance. She opened to him, and he took her, the ravishing of her mouth a promise for her body.
His large, strong hands groped over her with no finesse, their very roughness arousing. She pressed into the, when he squeezed her breasts and then gripped her ass. Two fingers rubbed along her cleft before plunging into her.
She cried out a little at the thickness of his fingers and then rocked against the broad palm of his hand. “More,” she demanded.
He laughed, a low rumble that was almost menacing, and added a third finger. “Slut,” he said. “You like my hand in your cunt so much, you’ll love my cock.”
She gave a small gasp as he vacated her and yanked open the leather pants. She stared at the monster he’d unleashed for long seconds, then she felt his hand on her shoulder, pressing her down. It was gentle now, but she had no doubt he’d shove her to her knees if she hesitated too long.
She sank to her knees and felt the thick fingers, still damp with her own juices, dig into her hair and muss her tight chignon. The hairpins made little “plinks” on the hardwood floor. She licked the head of his cock, unable to believe she’d get it in her mouth.
"Suck it, slut. Little whore that takes strange bouncers home.” He pulled her forward and she opened for his cock. The head made it past her teeth, and then part of the length. She gagged on it and wrapped both hands around his shaft.
She slurped and licked, sucking just at the head. She remembered the Kama Sutra calling this “sucking the mango fruit.” It was all she could manage, deep-throating being out of the question since she was not a professional sword-swallower. She got two fingers wet with her spit and let go of him with that hand. Adina weighed his large balls in her hand and stroked his perineum as she moved back. She pressed the wet fingers to his opening, feeling the way it clenched.
He pulled her up by her hair and kissed her hard again. She almost whimpered under the harsh mouth and brutal hands. She brought her own hands up, buried them in his hair and yanked him to her for another kiss. She took control of this one, biting at his lips, thrusting hard with her own tongue, invading him for a change.
"Yeah,” he grinned, shoving her toward the bedroom with a swat on her bottom. “Gonna fuck you so deep you’ll taste it when I come.”
"Ride you like my personal pony. Grind you raw and then fuck your ass with a strap-on,” she growled back.
He laughed again and spread out obligingly on her bed. Adina swung one leg over him and knelt over the enormous cock, letting her nether-lips just barely kiss the head. He grabbed her hips and tried to shove her onto his cock, but she retaliated by kneeling straight up.
When he let go of her, she tipped his cock up to the vertical from where it lay along his stomach and slowly slid down it, squeezing at every inch and letting him feel each contraction of the strong muscles.
"So good,” she gasped. “So big. Fuck me with your big cock.” The last was snarled as she plunged down to bite at his throat as she came, hard enough to force him from her body.
This is...not at all work safe
She skipped the candles tonight and plugged straight into the box. Her chosen lover was the Italian bouncer she’d seen that night. Tall, dark and absolutely gorgeous, with black hair that rippled and curled down his back, she’d wanted him the second she’d seen him, but sex with a stranger was too risky. The room shimmered a little and he stood in front of her with a sexy grin, wearing only a pair of very tight leather pants.
Goy, she thought as she glanced at his package, which bulged ominously large. Then there was no time for thought. Full hot lips pressed hers, and his tongue demanded entrance. She opened to him, and he took her, the ravishing of her mouth a promise for her body.
His large, strong hands groped over her with no finesse, their very roughness arousing. She pressed into the, when he squeezed her breasts and then gripped her ass. Two fingers rubbed along her cleft before plunging into her.
She cried out a little at the thickness of his fingers and then rocked against the broad palm of his hand. “More,” she demanded.
He laughed, a low rumble that was almost menacing, and added a third finger. “Slut,” he said. “You like my hand in your cunt so much, you’ll love my cock.”
She gave a small gasp as he vacated her and yanked open the leather pants. She stared at the monster he’d unleashed for long seconds, then she felt his hand on her shoulder, pressing her down. It was gentle now, but she had no doubt he’d shove her to her knees if she hesitated too long.
She sank to her knees and felt the thick fingers, still damp with her own juices, dig into her hair and muss her tight chignon. The hairpins made little “plinks” on the hardwood floor. She licked the head of his cock, unable to believe she’d get it in her mouth.
"Suck it, slut. Little whore that takes strange bouncers home.” He pulled her forward and she opened for his cock. The head made it past her teeth, and then part of the length. She gagged on it and wrapped both hands around his shaft.
She slurped and licked, sucking just at the head. She remembered the Kama Sutra calling this “sucking the mango fruit.” It was all she could manage, deep-throating being out of the question since she was not a professional sword-swallower. She got two fingers wet with her spit and let go of him with that hand. Adina weighed his large balls in her hand and stroked his perineum as she moved back. She pressed the wet fingers to his opening, feeling the way it clenched.
He pulled her up by her hair and kissed her hard again. She almost whimpered under the harsh mouth and brutal hands. She brought her own hands up, buried them in his hair and yanked him to her for another kiss. She took control of this one, biting at his lips, thrusting hard with her own tongue, invading him for a change.
"Yeah,” he grinned, shoving her toward the bedroom with a swat on her bottom. “Gonna fuck you so deep you’ll taste it when I come.”
"Ride you like my personal pony. Grind you raw and then fuck your ass with a strap-on,” she growled back.
He laughed again and spread out obligingly on her bed. Adina swung one leg over him and knelt over the enormous cock, letting her nether-lips just barely kiss the head. He grabbed her hips and tried to shove her onto his cock, but she retaliated by kneeling straight up.
When he let go of her, she tipped his cock up to the vertical from where it lay along his stomach and slowly slid down it, squeezing at every inch and letting him feel each contraction of the strong muscles.
"So good,” she gasped. “So big. Fuck me with your big cock.” The last was snarled as she plunged down to bite at his throat as she came, hard enough to force him from her body.
