Smex Scene Sunday

Hero: Deacon McConnell. An instructor at Black Arts and a MMA fighter. An alpha to the core with a tragic past that drives him, he wants a second chance with his sexy kickboxing student.

Heroine: Molly Calloway. A student at Black Arts and an graphic artist. She wants everything Deason is offering but his mixed signals has her wanting to tap out before she gets TKO’d.

In the scene below, Molly indulges in some hot and heavy self love to Deacon’s delight. Under a spoiler tag because of naughty words :)

[spoiler]She powered on her e-reader and scrolled to her favorite erotic book, which always got her hot and wet enough to get off. Once she’d become engrossed in the words, she forced herself to go slow and tease him. Touching herself like she wanted Deacon to touch her. Trailing her fingers between her hip bones. Pinching her nipples. Biting her lip as she arched into her own caresses.Almost too soon her sex became hot and slick. The need for friction had her rubbing her thighs together. But that wasn’t enough. She spread her legs and glided her middle finger up and down her slit, separating her flesh, priming herself.

When she reached the part in the book where the hero went down on the heroine for the first time, Molly quickly moved her finger over her clit. It made her so hot that after the heroine’s first explosive orgasm, the hero kept sucking on her pussy, driving her to orgasm again and again, showing her how an alpha male took care of his woman.

Somehow she knew Deacon would be just like that. And that made her hotter yet. That tightening sensation began behind her pubic bone. As the heroine thrashed on the bed, begging her lover to enter her, Molly had the same sense of frustration. Then the hero finally plowed inside, fucking the heroine with the force of a battering ram.

Molly pushed a finger into her pussy and slid the base of her thumb back and forth over her clit, grinding down until she came, gasping. But it ended too soon. If the hero could give his woman two back-to- back orgasms, she’d use her hand and BOB to get that for herself.

Tossing her digital reader aside, she reached into her nightstand and pulled out her personal massager. She cranked it to high, outlining her pussy lips with the pointed tip. Images flashed behind her closed eyelids. Deacon ordering her to spread her legs wider, his fingertips digging into the tops of her thighs with enough force to leave tiny bruises. Deacon belly crawling up the mattress, shoving his tongue into her pussy. Then those compelling blue eyes of his locked to hers as he feasted on her and fucked her with his mouth.

Molly clutched the vibrator and began to move the head around, delaying that first moment of pleasure even as she craved the instantaneous explosion of it. Whimpers stuck in her throat as she tried to keep them from becoming needy moans.

So close, so close, so close.

Her body couldn’t hold off any longer. She arched when the first pulse hit with enough power to make her cry out. She found herself holding her breath until that last hard throb. Then she gasped, air filling her lungs, her head buzzing as loudly as her vibrator.

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