K. Alex Walker's Blog, page 23
March 6, 2019
#nsfw… BWWM Smex Scenes to Keep You Warm at Night No: 3 – Aaron & Patience
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[image error]“I’d love to take you to the Wet Room. A body like yours should never be covered up.” His pale green eyes slid down, stopping at the ample cleavage my black dress exposed. They moved farther down, pausing again at the sight of my exposed walnut-colored thigh. The dress had been Judy’s idea and I was regretting it.
I shifted, pushing my long sister locks over my shoulders to cover as much cleavage as possible.
“Beautiful brown skin like yours…” He paused, moving his hand closer to my arm.
Just before I could pull away a voice sounded. “If you fucking touch her, I will break all two-hundred and six bones in your body.”
The deep voice sent shockwaves through my entire body.
It can’t be.
As the strange man stood, moving out of the way, I nearly passed out when my greatest fear was confirmed.
It was him.
Aaron.
He looked a little older, and still just as mean as ever. And that was his appeal, part of it, at least. The man was handsome, bordering on beautiful by conventional standards. With his dark hair, hazel eyes, square jaw, and perfect nose with a splattering of freckles across the bridge.
“This one yours?” the strange man asked, looking toward Aaron.
“She’s off limits…to you,” he snarled. “Leave. Now.”
Aaron gave the man a hard look and before I knew it the guy was backing off. Aaron’s gaze lingered on his retreating form for all of two seconds and then he pinned me with his gaze.
I felt as if I was being lifted, even though I remained seated. I couldn’t avert my eyes as all types of emotions swirled around in my gut, each fighting for dominance over the other.
Don’t be so sensitive.
That reminder, of his harsh words, allowed the anger I still held to reign supreme. I’d let my anger at him lead the way.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he growled, before I could speak. His words knocked all the wind out of my sails.
“I-I,” I stammered, but then caught myself. “Having a drink and minding my damn business.” I turned my head, to reach for the glass on my table that had been dropped off by the waitress, but my arm was caught in a steel trap. I dared to look down at his creamy hand, encircling my forearm.
“Get up,” he demanded, but didn’t wait for my compliance. He yanked me up out of my seat with one arm. Once standing, he pulled me tight to his body. With his free hand, he gathered my sister locks at the nape of my neck. His hard eyes moved from mine, down to my lips, face, neck, and stopping at my breasts. Unlike when the other man had done this same thing, my nipples began throbbing painfully against the cotton fabric of the dress.
“You’re not wearing a bra.”
Why did his simple observation cause a flood in my panties? I should hate this man. No. I do hate this man for the way he treated me.
“Let go of me.”
His jaw tightened along with his grip around my arm.
“You think you’re all grown up now? Think you’re ready for a place like this?” “It’s none of your goddamn business what I’m ready for, you son of a–”
His free hand clamped around my lower jaw, and his lips crushed mine, pushing my angry words back down my throat. I didn’t want his kiss or his touch. I squirmed to break his grasp, but he was too strong and I was always too weak for him. I gasped in pain and pleasure when he bit my lower lip and pulled back, not trying to soothe the bite like he’d done in the past.
“Watch your fucking mouth. Let’s go.”
I stumbled over the heels I wore, which weren’t my own, when he began pulling me by my arm. I tugged and attempted to yank free. “Let go of me! Where the hell are we going?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice low to not draw attention from the surrounding patrons. Aaron didn’t even bother to turn and look back at me, pulling me easily toward a long hall.
We passed one room where tables full of food were set up. “Aaron, where the hell are we–” My question was cut off when he tried the knob of one of the closed wooden doors. The knob turned and he pushed it open. I felt myself propelled forward, just barely able to keep on my feet when he tossed me inside, slamming the door behind him and then my back against the door.
His dark gaze seethed and a twinge of fear scattered up my spine just before he crushed his lips to mine again. Fear, anger, and all, it still felt good. Too good. I didn’t want to feel anything but hatred for him. I squirmed and twisted my head, ultimately breaking free of the hold of his mouth.
“Don’t touch me!” I yelled, pushing him away. He barely budged but it was enough distance that I was able to reach up and smack him across the face with all the anger I felt. The loud “pop” echoed around the dark room.
He took a step back, his hazel eyes burning an ominous stare into my eyes as his thumb reached up, swiping at the corner of his mouth. His eyes lowered and my chest heaved when I registered the drop of blood on the tip of his thumb. My stomach plummeted when he turned even darker eyes on me and a smile crept on his handsome face.
Aaron didn’t smile.
Crazy bastard.
That was my last coherent thought, before he invaded my space again, pushing me against the door with his entire body weight, mouth moving over mine, this time even more harsh than before. I tasted the coppery taste of his blood. The blood I’d drawn from him, and instead of turning me off, the way it should have, it caused a tremble in my thighs.
“Ah!” I yelled, when he pulled back and with his two hands ripped the dress I wore down the middle. My breasts spilled out. I went to cover myself, but he was quicker than I was. He grabbed both of my wrists, hoisting them over my head. I was too preoccupied with the feeling of my nipples rubbing against his chest, to realize that he tied something around my wrists, suspending them there. His mouth moved to mine again, and I felt his large hands travel down my body, cupping and massaging my breasts before they moved lower, shredding the rest of my dress. I attempted to push him away again only to find my wrists were bound.
“A-Aaron,” I panted. “What the hell? Untie me!” I tugged at the ropes, looking up.
“Don’t struggle. You’ll hurt yourself,” he growled. “It’s polypropylene rope.” He moved his head lower, to my neck, licking the spot below my left ear.
I shivered.
“The core’s been removed,” he continued in between biting and licking at my neck. “But pulling too hard can cause rope burn.”
I panted, my thoughts becoming hazy. My head fell back against the door. “Aaron,” I breathed, trying one last time to get him to release me, but it was my weakest attempt yet. I began to lose my reasoning as to why I shouldn’t just give in. Submit to him. I became really undone when he moved lower, his insistent lips blazing a trail from my neck to my chest, savoring and feeding himself at my breasts. His tongue rolled over one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. My hips bucked and he gave a devious chuckle at my obvious agony.
“You still come apart for me.” He moved lower, nipping and sucking at my abdomen until he reached the apex of my thighs, coming to his knees. “You thought you were going to give this to someone else tonight?” His angry eyes reached mine at the same time he cupped my sex. “Answer me!”
My eyes narrowed. “Yes! I had plans on giving it to the first man who asked!” I taunted, lying my ass off.
He made a deep, hard sound at the back of his throat just before he tore my panties. The lace fabric stood no chance in the face of his apparent enmity.
“Fucking mine!” he growled just before pushing my thighs apart and thrusting his face into my core.
“Ahh!” I screamed at the intensity at which he sucked and feasted on my sex. He lifted my right thigh over his shoulder and used his fingers to split me open, allowing his tongue full access to the most sensitive part of my body. My hips went wild against his face, my head lolled against the door. My hands tightened into fists, suspended in the air, tugging at the rope, but this time not to get away. It was the natural reaction to the devastation he was causing to my pussy. I screamed and creamed into his mouth and he fed off of it all. My yells and cries causing him to become even more insistent, driving me higher and higher to my climax. Just when I thought I was about to fall over the cliff, he pulled back.
“Fuck you!” I growled and tried to kick at him as he stared at me, amusement glittering in his eyes.
His deep chuckle caused my pussy to clench. My nipples ached painfully and my entire body was primed for an orgasm as he stared at me, rising slowly, flicking on a dim light. I blinked a few times, looking around, seeing a huge bed at the other side of the room, shiny hardwood floors, a walk-in closet to the right covered in huge mirrors. On the left, was a metal stripper pole. I turned back to Aaron to see him reaching up. When I felt his hands at my wrist, I figured he was undoing the restraints. I was going to punch him the first chance I got, though it might turn him on as my smack had done earlier.
Sick bastard, I thought again, even though I was just as sick as him remembering how turned on I’d become from the taste of his blood.
“You’re going to pay for your earlier comment.” I heard moments before I was yanked from the door. Unfortunately, I was still bound at the wrists, but I fought to free myself from his grasp, even as he tugged me toward the bed. We wrestled, but somehow, I found myself lying flat on my stomach against the bed, my hands stretched out in front of me, tied to the metal, shiny black headboard.
“Tell me, sweetness, what the fuck are you doing here?” His voice was lethally low next to my ear. His hand pushed my hair back out of my face so I could see him fully.
I hated the way my pussy clenched at hearing the term of endearment he’d become accustomed to using for me.
“None of your fucking business!” I yelled and turned my head, avoiding his gaze. It did too much to my insides. Let alone the fact that I was stripped naked on a bed, my entire body still trembling from the release it never got.
“Everything you do is my business.”
I tugged at the restraints once more, pissed all over again.
Smack!
I stilled when a sharp slap to my ass reverberated through me until it reached my core.
“Hsss!” I hissed at the intense wave of pleasure that rolled through my sex. My hands and feet clenched. I heard wrestling noises but still refused to look in his direction. When the bed dipped and I felt the heat from his body move behind me, I tried to kick at him, but his hand gripped my ankle, preventing me.
“I’m not yours!” I yelled, my voice choked with tears. It was a lie. He knew it and I knew it. But I fought to hold onto that lie as if it were my lifeline. Even as he spread my legs apart and his thick cock brushed against my aching wetness. I gasped when he roughly pulled my head back by my hair.
“You’ve always fucking been mine. From the very first time you put your lips on me. Your lips, your pussy, your ass, and anything else I want is mine.”
I whimpered at the feel of his hard rod at the apex of my sex, ready to breach me. He slid in easily due to the outpouring of my wetness for him. I tried to shake my head no, denying his words.
“Say it,” he growled in my ear.
I shook my head as much as I could with his hand still tugging at my hair.
“Say it!”
“I–” I broke off, shaking my head again.
“Say it!”
“I’m yours!” I finally let out, and when I did he made me his over and over again, breaching me. I screamed out, feeling every ridge of his cock when he pushed into me all the way to the hilt. I needed time to adjust. It’d been a long time since this part of my body had been invaded, but Aaron was relentless. Pushing in and pulling out before thrusting in again in rapid succession.
“A-A,” I panted, unable to get his name completely out of my mouth. His thrusts stole my words, and replaced all thoughts and memories with nothing but what he was doing to me at that moment. And my body took it all, weeping for more of him. My breasts ached as they bounced against my chest from his relentless pounding. My ass jiggled, high in the air, my hips were sore from the tight hold of his hands on them, and most of all, my pussy throbbed and rippled from the glide of his cock. I twisted my hands in the silk sheets of the bed, moaning loudly until my throat felt hoarse. I was close, oh so close. But again, before I could reach my zenith, Aaron pulled completely out of me.
“Son of a–” My curse was cut off by a smack at my ass. I cried out at the ripple of pain that moved down to my pussy, turning into another wave of pleasure I wasn’t sure I could handle.
“I told you to watch your fucking mouth!” he roared, undoing my wrists and flipping my body over.
I wanted to strike out at him but I was too undone and he was too fast. He retied my wrists and then pushed my legs at the knees high up, so they were bent and spread wide for him. My knees nearly came to my armpits. Blinking, I looked up at him, to see he was completely nude. My eyes zeroed in on the scars over his chest, but they paused at the ink I saw there. It looked like a Chinese symbol but I didn’t know what it meant.
Tattoos are useless.
I remembered his words plain as day. I thought maybe I was imagining things but couldn’t orient myself long enough before I was impaled again. My head thrashed against the pillows of the bed. With my hands bound and knees held up by his hands, I could only take what he was giving me. Again, he pounded me into the mattress, ferocious in the way he was taking siege of my body. I gasped, when he pushed my legs even higher and wider, allowing himself to go just another inch deeper. My head rose off the bed, the feeling of being impossibly stuffed. I glanced all around the room, my eyes wide, until my sight finally landed on his face.
He looked so in control. The lonely bead of sweat that moved down the side of his face was the only indication he was exerting himself. That, and his eyes. His eyes were so stormy and acute. He watched me. Took into consideration every reaction I had to his thrusts. He sped up his strokes and I lost my breath, and he still watched me intently—never breaking eye contact, and never allowing me to either. He slowed down his pace, pulling almost completely out of me, staring at me with just the tip of his cock inside of me. He reached down, let his thumb rub my clit at the same time he pushed all the way back in and sent me spiraling.
I finally broke eye contact when my eyes fell shut against the current. Wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure from built-up, unexpressed orgasms came over me. My body shook and I screamed and then gasped when I couldn’t scream any longer. I trembled, every muscle in my body tightening up. The orgasm was totally consuming and felt endless. And still, through it all, Aaron rode me, pounding as my pussy muscles clenched around him. His own grunts mixed with my moans and cries. It wasn’t until I was totally spent, weakened from my orgasm, that he pulled completely out of me again, and came himself, releasing his hot come all over my belly and breasts. He massaged his thick cock with his hand, squeezing out every last drop, making sure it covered me.
My legs fell limply to the bed. I was spent. I watched wordlessly as the last drops of his semen fell into my bellybutton.
“Like I fucking said, you’ve always belonged to me.”
March 5, 2019
BWWM Sex Scenes To Keep You Warm At Night No: 4 #nsfw…Shay Rucker
I don’t know about you but from the first page, I was like… “Whoa.”
I mean, Zeus wasn’t essentially human to me. Still isn’t. But Ms. Rucker’s expert writing gave him sex appeal and yes, even a softer side. Not to mention, loads of raw skill.
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Zeus’s body shifted on top of hers, his forearms planted near each shoulder as he held his face only inches from hers. His warm, mint-tinged breath fanned across her right cheek as he inhaled and exhaled rhythmically. Sabrina reached up and stroked her thumb from his jawline to the fierce cut of his cheekbone. His gray eyes gleamed freakishly, almost iridescently, in the dark of the room.
“I want my kiss,” he said.
She lifted her head and pressed her lips to his once, twice, three times in precious touch and retreat. The gentleness of the encounter ended quickly as Zeus lowered his head and pressed hers deep into the pillow as his kiss devoured her. He shifted against her, forcing her legs wide and sinking his lower body into the space between.
He molded her trembling inner thighs against his outer thighs. It was both the wrong spot for him to be in and the perfect spot for him to be in, as the length of his hard flesh, separated from her only by her thin cotton panties, stroked against her clit.
Sabrina groaned and spread her legs wider. They ground into each other with a desperate need that couldn’t be satisfied with anything less than him burying himself deep inside her over and over again.
Zeus grabbed her nightshirt and pulled it up and off her body in a single motion. Cool air caressed the heat between her legs as his lower body retreated from hers. Her panties were pulled from her body so roughly she feared she’d have friction burns running down her legs in the morning. Zeus shifted his weight and lowered himself back down, the length and width of his thick penis hot against the wetness pooling between her legs.
Zeus’s mouth tasted hers, then moved to the hollow beneath her ear and down the side of her neck in a mixture of kisses, licks, and bites until he found the bud of her nipple. He sucked at her nipple, hand squeezing it so hard it was nearly painful. Sabrina cried out from the intense pleasure running from her breast to her core. She pressed him more deeply against her folds as he sucked harder. Zeus grunted as he fed from her in desperation.
Need spasmed through her womb when his mouth found her other nipple as his thumb played in the wetness he’d created on the other one. Her body convulsed in mini orgasms. Zeus’s head dipped lower down her body, creating a hailstorm of anticipation.
Please God, let him do it. Pleeease God.
Zeus paused at the crescent-shaped rod of metal in her navel. She thought she would scream in frustration, but then his tongue played with the belly ring. His lapping and tugging placated some of yearning, lulled her senses, accustomed her body to the feel of his mouth. The tip of his tongue burrowed deep into her belly button, as if this were a way to reach the cradle of liquid pooling in her womb, catching it before it trickled down the swollen passage of her vagina.
Sabrina undulated her hips, skimmed her hands over his head. She couldn’t believe any part of this man could be so soft, but his hair was like down. Zeus’s hands gripped her hips, controlling them to stillness. His shoulders spread her legs wider, and he went still again, his face only inches away from the place where she was weeping for his attention. She tried to guide his head into her center, but his neck was strong; his head wouldn’t move. The bastard chuckled, and she knew for sure he was a demon sent to torment her.
Sabrina tried to take what control she could and arched her pussy toward his waiting mouth, only to have him force her hips back into the mattress.
Zeus blew a cool stream of air against her clit, and her eyes teared.
“Please,” she whispered, pathetic and weak in the grip of demanding need. “Please, Zeus.”
His tongue lightly stroked the tip of her protruding clit, and her hips bucked within his grip. Breaking free from his own chains of restraint, Zeus growled, spread her legs wider, and pushed his tongue into her trembling flesh over and over, fucking her with his tongue and fingers as ferociously as he had latched on to her nipple.
She arched her head back, her ragged screams filling the room as he took control of her body and fucked her with his mouth as effectively as any man had fucked her with his dick.
Sabrina felt hot tears trickle into her ears. Zeus did just enough to get her to the edge but not enough to send her over. He chuckled again, and she groaned in frustration. He was playing with her. He knew she wanted release more than she wanted her next breath. She was on the verge of wrapping her legs around his head and putting him in the most intimate form of a headlock when he lowered his head and gave her exactly what she needed but was too far gone to verbalize. God, his fucking mouth was amazing. He fed and sucked and licked and filled her with fingers pressed deep into her with no gentleness, only domination.
She lost what little sense she had as she came in waves of wetness that rushed from her body, bathing her ass and thighs. His mouth and fingers played in her essence until all she could do was buck and shake as her vaginal walls convulsed with the longest and most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Just as the spasms dissipated, Zeus pumped another finger into her tightness, stretching her almost beyond reason, and just that quickly the sensations grew more, not less intense, and again her body was flung against the hard truth of another orgasm.
Eventually her back and hips made their way back down to the mattress, and when she finally had the strength to open her eyes, she found Zeus looking down at her, his arm cocked up and resting on his hand. For long quiet moments he just looked at her, his face so expressionless she had no clue what was going on behind those silvery eyes. A wave of self-consciousness and mortification spread within her.
“What?” she asked, her voice raw and defensive. His head tilted, and his mouth cocked up on one side. Why that was becoming sexy to her, she didn’t even want to contemplate.
“You didn’t see what just happened. I did. Saw it, felt it, tasted it.” His hand gripped and squeezed her thigh as if determining its strength. “You came so hard you nearly crushed my skull between your legs. If I wasn’t so hardheaded, I’d be dead.”
She couldn’t help it. She broke out in a fit of laughter as she tried to push his hand away. He only gripped harder, kneading her thigh muscles.
“Go ahead, say it, Sabrina. It’s easy. Just say, ‘Zeus, you are the best fuck I have ever or will ever have.’” He shifted a little closer. “And I haven’t even fucked you proper yet.”
“I’m not saying that.”
“Oh, you will say it.”
“Only in your delusional mind.”
“You’ll say it in both my minds, sane, delusional. Either way, I’ll hear it.”
He shifted his body on top of her, his face suspended above hers as he exhaled air that smelled enticingly of her. She wanted to taste herself on him. She wanted to share in every indecent act imaginable with him. It was terrifying.
Zeus shifted again so the thick length of his shaft was no longer pulsing against her thigh but the mushroom tip pressed a fraction of an inch into her opening.
“You’ll say it,” he gritted out. It almost sounded as if he were mad, but his lips pressed against hers as gentle as a sigh.
She reached up and pressed his mouth more firmly against hers, sending her tongue in search of his control. She wanted to consume him until he felt powerless to do anything but devour her just to free his soul from the temptation of her mouth.
Zeus groaned, low and raw. She knew she’d broken something loose inside him. He reached over to her end table, and moments later, she heard the ripping of foil. Once sheathed, he lowered his body on top of hers, the hardness and weight of his chest pressing her breasts flat, pressing her back more firmly into the mattress. He sucked her tongue into his mouth while using one arm to lift her knee up and out, spreading one thigh wide. He was going to take her, but she wanted to have him trembling and insensate, more insane, and locked in her control before he could.
She angled his head and bit a trail down his neck, pausing in one spot when he gripped the pillow beneath her head and groaned.
She smiled. She’d discovered one of his erogenous zones. She reached down and slid her fingers over the clenched muscles at his back, working down his spine until her fingers reached the seam of his ass. She stroked and kneaded a well-muscled cheek, her pleasure growing as she allowed her sensuality to guide her in pleasuring Zeus.
In this moment he was her hard man to soften. She glided her hand over, then firmly stroked and gripped his sac. A strangled roar filled the room, and she wondered if she’d pushed him too far. Zeus froze above her, muscles in near rigor. In a breath his hips cocked back, surged forward, rammed into her hard and without apology.
Sabrina screamed as her body was lifted off the mattress. She dug her fingers into the bed, struggling to find purchase while her lungs constricted, afraid to take in air for the fear of him surging forward again, pushing all the air from her respiratory system and causing her to asphyxiate.
They were frozen this way for an eternity of heartbeats. Unmoving except for the throb of his penis inside her, the weight of his silver gaze bearing down on her, the contraction of her inner walls trying to ease around the thickness and length of him expanding her so extremely she was riding the edge of pain. It was too much.
He was too much. If he moved, she was terrified he would break something essential inside of her and she’d never be able to have sex with another man again.
Sabrina forced air in and out of her lungs, forced her body to relax as she placed her hands on the sides of Zeus’s hips, slowly pushing them back incrementally. His length pulled halfway out of her, and cool air licked the heated places that were no longer pressed against him.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she pushed farther back, fighting not to groan as her pussy released one ridge of him after another. Just keep going, her mind whispered. He’d be out and she’d roll away before he could slip back in, and she could calmly explain why this would never work with him being as big as he was and her being as tight and out of practice as she was.
With only about two inches of him remaining inside her, she dared to look up. He watched her with intense speculation and then slowly one side of his mouth hitched up. Her eyes widened at the impossible. Instinctively she gripped his hips firmly and attempted to push them back, but it was too late. He plunged into her. Hard.
“Uhhhhh,” she cried out, her back arching from the shock-pleasure-pain of him rooting so forcefully back into her. He pulled both arms over her head, one hand holding her wrists immobile as the other worked its way back down her body. He spread her thighs wider, further exposing her vulnerability. Zeus’s strong fingers found her clit and began to strum.
“You’re not in control here, Sabrina,” he said, his breath hot against her ear. “This is me fucking you.”
He pinned her arms tighter above her head and surged into her again and again, wild, animalistic, making her scream her throat raw for this savage, glorious ride.
She heard herself begging, sobbing, “Please don’t… don’t stop. Please…”
She couldn’t… she needed… she…
She arched, hips moving to his relentless pace. His mouth found her nipple again, and the world fell into darkness, sparkles of light, like embers raining down and detonating in a barrage of orgasms so powerful they nearly separated her consciousness from her body.
She was trying to stay sane when she felt Zeus’s rhythm increase, felt him stiffen and shout, felt his hot seed sear into her inner flesh.
Losing all muscle control, Sabrina drifted. Sated. Warm. Peaceful. Zeus cradled her head in his hands as he licked tears from her face.
“Say it,” he demanded.
She smiled. He was relentless, this unstable demigod who almost felt like he was hers. At least in this moment. She would give herself that. This moment. Sighing, she drifted further into it until she found sleep.
March 4, 2019
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