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Fuck Alarm Clocks Pt. 2

Her smile yanked back into a gasp as he threw his arm over her waist, his long fingers grasping around her far hip and pulling her ass hard up into the air. While she was still finding her balance on her fumbling hands, he was already sliding around behind her, now with both hands tightly on her waist. She felt his hips against her ass, his cock throbbing against her inner thighs as he moved one hand to the small of her back, sliding his palm hard and slow up her spine to the base of her neck, all the while slowly thrusting his hips against her, making her rock forward and back with his rhythm. Then she felt fingers curl through her hair and suddenly pull tight, tugging her head up and back as he thrust his hips against her hard and she felt his cock brush across her wet, still very sensitive, pussy. She let out a soft moan that pitched high into a whimper when, still holding her hair tight, he released her hip from his other hand, drew his wrist back and cracked his palm against one of her tight ass cheeks. She tried to buck but his strong hand grabbed her waist again and held her still. Heat and contact lit nerves up her back as he leaned over her, his body pressing against her all the way up to where his chin brushed over her shoulder and his lips teased her ear, “That was one, you’re responsible for counting the rest.”

She felt a shiver run down her spine as he rose back to his knees, moving his fingers through her hair and pushing her head down, while sliding his other hand under her body and pulling her hips higher into the air. He let his palm drag along her skin as he moved his hand from her lower stomach, around her thigh, and slowly across the faded, red handprint still warm on her right cheek. With each pass over the mark, his hand made lighter and lighter contact until all she could feel was the air fanning her skin while his hand hovered close. Then, with no warning, a smack and hot tingles vibrated out from her already red cheek, and she whimpered out “One!”

There was a long pause, his fingers still curling tightly in her hair and keeping her head faced down, his other hand grasping her cheek, before finally he growled, “Nope, that was two. Now we start again.” Before she could respond, he jerked his arm back and snapped his palm hard against her as yet unstruck cheek. Her shoulders arched and she moaned out, “ONE!” right before his hand made contact again, almost on the same spot this time stroking down between her legs, his fingertips sliding lightly over her pussy as she called out, her voice shaking, “twoo..ooh..” Connor’s fingers toyed against her lightly for several moments as he felt her body tensing, her back arching and just as another soft moan snuck from her lips he whisked his hand away. As he knelt with one hand cocked back - his other gripped on her waist, fingertips pressing hard into the soft, thin skin over her hipbones - he thrust his hips against her once more, followed by a smack hard enough to rock her forward and cause a ‘yelp’ to conquer her moan. Maddie gasped and bit her lip and whispered, “Threee”. She could almost hear his smile when he pushed against the back of her head hard, forcing her off her hands on to her forearms with her face in the pillow as his hand careened off her ass several more times leaving red, finger-spread handprints all over her smooth, pale skin. For each one she moaned a number into the pillow, not caring if it was the right one or if he heard her. 

Then he was pulling her hair, yanking her up onto her hands and knees again and forcing her to look back at him. She bit her lip at the sight of his tall, lean body kneeling behind her with a full erection and little drops of sweat running occasional rivulets down his chest and stomach. He caught her wide eyes and pulled her hips back, groaning as her very warm ass made contact with his hips, and reached beneath her playing his long fingers across her pussy. Still making eye contact, she leaned onto her left arm and slid her right hand down to meet his, pushing his fingers out of the way as she slid hers inside. Their locked gaze momentarily interrupted by her eyelids fluttering shut as she stroked deep into herself. A heated flush filled his cheeks as he listened to her breath hitch hard with each stroke, felt her hand moving against herself and bumping his own idle fingers, and her ass getting impossibly warmer and grinding against him. Then she arched as she slid her fingers out from her tight body, and still looking back at him, let her glistening, slick fingers wander along her jawline to her trembling, full lips. She paused before slipping them into her mouth, curling her tongue over and between her slender fingers, moaning a slightly muffled sound of aroused approval. Taste swept his memory as he watched her suck her fingers clean of the sheen that had covered them and he leaned in hard, capturing her mouth with his just as her fingertips slipped from her bottom lip. A moan vibrated into her mouth as he tasted her lips and tongue warm with her pussy, as she bit his lower lip, and their tongues searched and stroked, all while her ass rocked against his hips.

He broke their kiss with a grunt, his mouth dragging hotly down to the back of her neck, his teeth leaving little markers all the way down over her shoulders, along her spine and sides. Then he was leaning away from her grinding and his palm cracked against her ass again, her shock shown as he lurched forward before he pulled her back against him by the waist. His voice was low and throaty as he demanded, “tell me what you want.”

No attempt was made to conceal the moans that tinged every sentence as she replied, “fuck me. Fuck me now, please, be inside me.”

A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he shoved his hand between her thighs and swept his fingertips up her hot, wet slit hovering against her just before her clit. Chuckling as she tried, unsuccessfully, to buck down into his fingers but was held tight by other hand still gripping her hips. Then, suddenly he leaned forward, his fingertips pressing against her swollen clit and moved in a hard, slow circular motion. He leaned into her, his fingers building speed as her moans increased in volume and her back arched. Maddie let out a begging whimper as his fingers fell away from her, but her whimper stretched into a moan as he grasped his shaft and guided the head of his cock against her pussy. Their moans nearly harmonized as she felt him swollen and hard, teasing along her pussy, against her clit, hinting at a future of deep thrusting but instead just teasing over and over until her shaky voice called out, “ohhhhhfuck please please please, give it now!”

…to be continued.

Fuck Alarm Clocks Pt. 1

The alarm clock had already blared twice, but Connor had barely stirred. Maddie had silenced the buzzing quickly with her slender fingers. She’d been happy to doze back off after the first alarm, but when she did her dreams turned rather steamy. When the second alarm jolted her from her warm dreams, she was no longer in the mood for rest.

“Ohhh, it’s going to be one of those days, isn’t it” She whispered to herself as her right hand slipped between her thighs, her fingertips sliding easily over her pussy already slick and hot. The sun had been up for a few hours and she pushed the covers back to let the slits of warm light slipping between the blinds fall on her bare torso. It was only moments before her breathing deepened and took on a slightly frantic nature, harmonized by soft moans as her fingers curled slowly, deeply into herself. Her bright green eyes were darkened by her wide pupils and fluttered under her lashes as she arched off the bed slightly, feeling the heat spreading slowly through her limbs. The fairly early hour and the arousal rushing through her veins reduced most any thought to an unimportant mush, but one did stand out; there’s a warm body inches away that should be helping. 

Somewhat reluctantly she withdrew her fingers, a small whimper escaping from her lush and trembling lips, and sidled herself up against Connor’s back. He mumbled sleepily but showed no signs of waking even as she curled a leg over his and brought her wet pussy flush against his ass. Fingers, still wet from playing with herself, slid lightly up his chest leaving a glistening trail in their wake. She smiled mischievously as she felt his soft lips against her fingers, tracing his mouth slowly before slipping her fingers slowly inside. Another moan, long and low, vibrated against his ear as she slid her fingers between his lips like it was her pussy. He moaned in return as his hand grasped her thigh and pulled her tightly into him, his tongue curled around the length of her fingers as he sucked them clean and shattered any doubts she might have about his wakefulness.

As she let her hand fall from his face, her wet fingers toyed across his nipple and elicited the satisfying and expected jolt of pleasure through his body. He spoke in a low, guttural voice of one who has only just cleared the cobwebs of sleep from his mind, “Why am I not waking up to that taste every morning?”

“Maybe you haven’t earned it yet every morning.”

“Oh? Is that so, and what did I do to get such a treat this morning?”

“Absolutely nothing, but I’m horny and impatient.”

She could almost hear him smile as she nipped his earlobe between her teeth, sucking softly and teasing with her tongue as whatever response he’d attempted to make tumbled into a shuddering moan. Sliding herself back a bit on the bed, she pulled on his shoulder until he rolled onto his back and looked up at her with hungry, half-open eyes.

“Then what are you waiting for?” He growled and pushed an arm under her, yanking her off the bed and onto his chest. Their mouths met in a fury, and she moaned at the taste of herself lingering on his lips and tongue; grinding her hips against him, she could feel his hard-on separated from her pussy only by the thin sheets that had tangled between them. He broke their kiss as his hands found her slender hips and gripped her hard. Pressing on his chest, she pushed herself up as he pulled her up his body without hesitation. He slipped his arms under her legs as she settled onto her knees on either side of him. A moan turned growl came from between her legs as her scent filled his inhale. Fingertips raked down her back, over her tight ass and around her thighs as his lips explored between her legs. He neared slit over and over again, always just missing as he kissed and nibbled all around her sensitive skin. A smile tugged at his mouth as he bit her right where the inside of her thigh met her hips, ran his tongue along the tendon and felt her buck in response.

Her fingers curled through his hair, yanking hard, trying to bring his mouth to her pussy as her voice quivered, “Now. I want your mouth now.” A tighter grasp on her hips that pulled her low, his lips dragging slowly up her wet lips was his only response. She rocked slowly, pulling her fingers through his thick, light brown hair as he teased her with long slow strokes of his lips that brushed ever so lightly against her clit. Every nerve in her body screamed for more as she rode against his mouth harder until he stopped her, holding her still as the tip of his tongue slid between her pussy and curled slowly upwards. She could feel the vibration of his moan as her wetness flowed over his tongue, she bucked too hard for him to stop as his lips closed over her clit, sucking against her and twirling his tongue over her slow and firm. Every exhale turned to shaky moans as he switched from this to long, slow laps of his tongue up her slit. 

He leaned his head back a bit and groaned up at her, “how fast do you want it?”

She stammered through her response, her back still arched and hips still rocking slowly, “Ohhh God, it doesn’t matter how slow you go… so long as… you don’t stop… just don’t stop.”

Now unrestrained by his hands as they wander up her body, her previous disregard for speed seems forgotten. As his large hands cup her breasts, his thumbs flicking across her hard nipples, she grinds down against his mouth. He pulls her clit between his lips again, sucking hard and pushing his tongue in a hard circular motion. Moans and expletives roll off her lips as she yanks at his hair and then, reaching behind, her grabs his cock in one hand moves slowly up and down his thick shaft. 

As she feels his tongue push inside her, curling and exploring slowly reveling at her heat and taste, she feels her whole body tensing, fire running through her veins towards her stomach and then bursting through her as her moans turn to screams. His lips close around her clit again, sucking hard but teasing lightly with his tongue as one hand drags down her back and pushes between her thighs. Two fingers thrust inside of her, curling up and stroking hard and rhythmically against her g-spot as she bucks and arches on top of him. Her moans and pitched screams are incoherent as she grabs fistfuls of bedsheets, his hair, clawing at his ribs, until she shakes hard and pushes herself back, falling onto the bed beside him, still trembling. It’s several moments before her eyes open and stare hazily into his eyes. His lips and short reddish beard are soaked with her juices, and she smiles as he licks his lips happily and leans over to kiss her trembling mouth.

“Was it good?” He chuckles, resting his cheek on his palm.

Her lips moved silently for a few moments, and then she simply nodded and held up a hand with three fingers extended.

“Good to hear… Though, now you’ve cum three times, my jaw is sore and I’m still hard as hell… Something’s going to have to be done about that”

She nodded and smiled knowingly…

It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.

As I was customizing this tumblr, I happened to notice the sample post on display; the title of this entry is a quote attributed to Confucius. An inspiring enough saying for life in general, but also quite appropriate for this blog when viewed with the right (read: dirty) mindset. I’ll probably incorporate the line into my first post, because really you have to admit it sounds spectacularly dirty.