Dirty Little Holidays: Christmas with Hank & Robin

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Thick satin ribbon laced Robin’s waist, dipping between her thighs, just braced along her sex and ass to rub her as she moved. Hank tied her arms together, looping the ribbon around the bedpost to secure her.

Hank’s fingers trailed over her breasts, spreading goose bumps in the wake of his touch.

Cold glass chilled her as it met the inside of her thigh, roaming up her ass. Hank shifted the ribbon aside, coating her anus with lube before the glass pressed in on her. Sizzling pleasure spread through her as he worked the anal plug past the tight rim of her ass and seated it inside her with the most excruciating patience. Robin’s thighs wobbled to keep her upright.

With the ribbon replaced, Hank nudged her knees apart and pulled her hips back, tightening the restricted knot around her waist and pressing the plug more firmly inside of her. A faint moan vibrated against her closed mouth.

Hands curved her back harder as Hank moved in behind her, rubbing the hard length of himself over the ribbon that covered her sex.

Glass shifted inside of her again, this time in a steady beat to the small movements of Hank’s hips. Robin’s core tightened with the need to be filled, too.

The ribbon smoothed against her, wider as it unfolded, and his cock pressed it into her. Satin quickly coated wet probed her, folding around Hank, constricting around her body, and twisting the plug. Squeezing her hips, he rocked her back against him, gaining as much entrance as he could. His sharp movements tore away the first wave of her orgasm, accompanied by a sharp noise.

Long fingers and steady palms smoothed over her rear before pulling the wet ribbon to the side and plunging his bare cock to the depths of her, setting off her second wave of orgasm.

Hands yanking at the ribbon around the headboard, Robin arched back to accept him, breasts scraping against the sheets below her as she reeled in the rough pleasure. Muscles loose yet taut, squeezing down her core as she gave in. Body ricocheting, the amalgamation of attentions inflamed her in ecstasy.

Thumb pressed down on the stopper in her ass, Hank rubbed her in time with his hips, and Robin succumbed, falling into her full orgasm as he rode her relentlessly through it until tears wet the corners of her eyes.

And he came inside her, rubbing her down, soothing her, and worshipping her body.

Still seated in her core, he bent to drop soft kisses along the back of her neck. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Robin shuddered, knowing this was only her present. Hank still had his to unwrap.

Dirty Little Serials: Blake and Evelyn (One)

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Blake was finally opening up to me, sexually that is. He’d always been a fine talker about his hesitations and unrelenting need to keep an eye on me—something about my beauty and wayward way with sex. I might not have been sourpuss, but I knew how to keep it in my pants when I grew interested in someone special.

And Blake was special: big and sweet and courageous…and maybe a little broken.

But he finally let loose a tidbit about himself. Power made him hungry—not at all an uncommon desire, especially from one of the city’s detectives. And besides, it’s nice to know a lamb can take on a lion from time to time.

I had myself putting away dishes in his kitchen when he busted through the door, armed, and searching for me. His .45 trained at my chest made my knees wobble even though he’d shown me it was empty only a few minutes ago. Still, adrenaline coursed through me.

He treated me like a criminal, so I backed away from the counter, hands in the air, and spouted off a snarky remark as he wrenched my arms behind my back and cuffed me.

And then he shoved me to the floor.

I fell on my side and tried to worm away from him, even though that was just show. His eyes blazed down at me as he caught the waist of my jeans and dragged me back.

“Where do you think you’re off to? I haven’t read you your rights yet.” He tore my jeans partway down my hips as I struggled. “You have the right to remain silent, and I don’t think you’ll be able to.”

My pants moved easily over my round ass since I’d left them unbuttoned for him, and he flipped me onto my stomach. I struggled to gain an inch when his arm encircled my waist and he hoisted my hips up, shoving his cock inside of me. And God it burned and made my core spasm around him. I groaned hoarsely and chanted no softly.

Cold tile met my cheek as he forced my face to the floor by my hair, his hips pumping with steady and vigorous need.

“Everything you say and do will be used against you to make you come.” He slammed home his point as he found the very end of me with the head of his cock, making my thighs shake with pleasure.

I fought it by squeezing and squirming beneath him, but I clamped down on every ridge of his shaft, soaking my inner thighs as an orgasm tore free of me.

Momentarily free and empty, I slumped against the floor before Blake flipped me to my back and harnessed my legs with a fist full of jeans. Pressing my knees to my chest, he loomed above me again.

“How about this time I get a nice scream from you.” Rubbing me with his length and making a damp mess, his movements swirled more and more against my ass.  Blake readied himself for the plunged in for anal, another form of play we hadn’t ventured into yet.

Fiery pleasure burned across my core as his pushed his head through that tight ring before he popped inside me. My legs pushed further back, raised my ass to him, and sharpened his angle of penetration.

Lust consumed his movements as he pumped himself into me, his face reddening and pale eyes glowing. The heady mix of pain and pleasure tore another orgasm from me but not a scream.

Determination took hold of Blake as his thumb found my cleft, ensuring no fall from the ecstasy of my last climax. A renewed and steady chant of no flowed from my lips as another orgasm crested, bleeding into moans, and building to the scream he demanded from me.

My body exploded, light yet burdened with pain and the continual thrusts of my faux attacker, and he came with tight jerking muscles.

Dirty Little Threesomes: Carl, Maryanne & Ted

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Carl fastened the harness around his mate’s waist as Ted held her hands above her head, making her back curve and her perky breasts call for attention. Carl leaned down, scraping the new growth of his beard over one hard nipple before he lapped away the sting of it.  Her body bucked between them, and he couldn’t wait to be inside of her.

Tugging at the harness around her hips before turning on the bullet nestled at the apex of her sex, he was rewarded with her lilting cry.  As Carl retreated to the lounge, Ted forced her to her knees, leaning her down, and pushing her red-lined mouth toward Carl’s aching cock.  She met his gaze as her pink tongue swept out and along the ridge of him, slowly making her way to his head and working him into her mouth.

He took control of her, wrapping his hands in her bright red hair and pushing her down over him. Gods, yes. Her throat convulsed around him, making his cock swell and harden further.

Ted’s hands traced the curves of her bent frame, lifting her hips to rub himself against her core. She arched for him, sucking harder on Carl in anticipation. She cried out around him as Ted shoved himself into her. Her entire body rocked from the force, and Carl lifted his hips to grind against her pretty red mouth. He wanted to come inside of her but not her mouth. No, he wanted his little sphinx’s orgasm to milk him dry.

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Maryanne’s choked cries vibrated against Carl’s shaft as Ted slammed himself into her. Pleasure soaked her inner thighs. At this rate, she’d come any second. Lifting her gaze to meet Carl’s and wincing from the sharp yank of his hand in her hair, Maryanne’s body clamped down at the overwhelming need in her mate’s eyes. Gods, and she came on Ted, not holding back as she screamed her pleasure.

Both cocks disappeared from her, leaving her with only the buzzing at her clit and an empty feeling. But it wouldn’t last long. It never did.

Carl pulled her up to straddle him. His cock, moist from her mouth, plunged into her wet core. An echo of her orgasm ricocheted through her, sending her hips gyrating against his and the tip of his cock swirling against the very depths of her.

Reclining further, Carl nuzzled her throat and breasts, twining her insides tight and sending another flood of wetness over them both.

Ted’s fingers found that dampness and smoothed it up her sex to her ass, applying ample moisture before delving his fingers inside of her. Tightening in anticipation, Ted’s fingers disappeared, and the head of his cock pressed against her entrance, pushing slowly and delivering her sweet pain as her mate shoved himself against her. Ted’s thick head popped inside of her, making her gasp in ecstasy. But he pulled back out of her, beginning the agonizing entrance again—the start of her new orgasm as he popped in and out of her like that until she burst, rewarding her with Ted’s full cock thrust inside of her.

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Carl’s hands pushed his mate’s hips down over them both. Ted knew it wouldn’t take her long to come on them both again as their thrusts rotated, moving toward opposition, one of them taking her as the other retreated.  Ted felt Carl’s cock entering her through the thin wall of skin separating her sex and her ass.

He’d hardly been able to keep himself, even with how many times the three of them have done this, her orgasms were strong enough to drive any man crazy. Even if he couldn’t wait until his turn…

Dirty Little Cherries-Garrett & Amanda

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Garrett held onto Amanda’s hips as she nibbled his earlobe, pulling her more firmly across his lap.  She rewarded him with such a small, needy moan that his lips lifted on their own accord to push against her cotton-covered sex.  They’d been like this for what seemed like hours.  If only she understood the painful yearning he had to be inside of her.

Supple white skin shook beneath his hands as they slipped beneath her sundress. Fingers sunk into the very last inch of flesh on her thigh as her warm, wide mouth left hot imprints on his throat; teeth nipped at his adam’s apple; he spread her wider.

Amanda pulled back as his hands gripped her half-bare cheeks.  He didn’t want her to tell him to stop. His cock had ached for her for months.

“Gar…” Hesitance, a small undertone of fear in her voice.

Shushing her, his hands smoothed up her back, and his mouth played along her collarbones, up the side of her neck.  Pressing his teeth at the tender spot under jaw made her convulse over him—gyrating them together in unison.

“I’ll be gentle.”  He made his voice low and grumbling, and he could smell her desire now.  Garrett needed only to push her over that edge of wanting.

She hesitated again, and he took his chance to give her that push.  Circling his thumb between her lips, around her clit over her panties.  Her hands sank into the couch behind him as she whimpered. Amanda loved to come, more so than any other girl he’d been with; if he could just take her pesky virginity, neither of them would be left wanting.

Garrett pulled her mouth down to his, plunging his tongue inside of her and twisting her loose black hair in his hand, and she rewarded him with another shaking convulsion.

Winding her up didn’t take him long.

His fingers found the edges of her panties, snaking them down her hips as he struggled to keep her mouth over his.  But as soon as he had them half way down her thighs, she stood and pulled away from him.

Earnest need radiated between them both, and his cock jerked as she let the panties fall to her ankles instead of pulling them back into place.  Amanda didn’t move. She peered at him like an innocent deity—his very own Persephone.

“Come here. I won’t hurt you.  We’ll go slow.”

Garrett reached out to her, and she took his hand, slowly crawling back onto his lap.  She trembled—fear, anticipation, wanting. He didn’t know, but he felt it all.  All he could think of was that she would finally be entirely his.

Reaching between them, he popped open his jeans, slid them down his hips to gather at his knees before he led her forward.  Starless midnight eyes searched his as her wet flesh cupped him, sliding along his thickness, the head of his cock catching at the apex of her lips.

He wanted to watch her move over him, but he wouldn’t look away until she did. Deeper and deeper, he fell into her soulful gaze. Claim of her—he wanted complete claim over her, and he allowed her to see that inside of him.

Amanda broke their gaze first, her hands hastily pulling at his shirt, fighting with it until she tore it over his head.  Warmth danced along his chest as her hands explored him—scraping at his chest hair, pulling at his nipples, nails and fingertips finding every line of his torso.

Garrett’s cock caught at her entrance, making Amanda freeze.  Holding her body still with his wide hands, he rubbed himself there, putting pressure on her inner lips without entering her.  Spreading her thighs, he pushed his head inside of her, still careful of her hymen.  Her muscles clamped down briefly before she relaxed.

She whispered his name, unable to move even as her arousal seeped from her and down his cock, trailing a line all the way to his base and over his sac.

Sanity slipped from him, and he pushed himself up into her in one smooth thrust. Her entire body clamped down on him, nearly tearing all of his pleasure from him right then.

Shushing her, he coaxed her to relax, his thumb back at her clit to override her pain with the pleasure he knew he could give her.  As her body opened to him, he began a rocking thrust and kissed the tears around her eyes away.

The pain in her eyes tore at him, and he resolved to be sure she didn’t remember it by the end of this.

His thrusts gained speed and elongation until his hips rolled off the couch and against her.  Whimpers of pleasure fell from her mouth again as she leaned into him, resuming her earlier exploration, and her hips tipped to sharper his entrance into her. God, how she tightened around him, gripped him as her pleasure grew.

He felt the change in her, and her hips moved in search of her orgasm—exactly what he needed to find his own.  Garrett found her mouth and kissed her like he had the first time.

Cock curving harder, he slammed himself against the very depths of her until she imploded, sucking him into her, and yanking the twisting pleasure from his body.  A sheet of chills fell over him as they rocked and spasmed together.  Her nails sunk into his shoulders, latched onto him.

And he finally had the courage to call her his.