I added an Epilogue to Between Pleasure & Pain. It’s smutty.
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Jake and Leah?? <3
Your wish, m’lady:
“Wipe that smirk off your face, Black,” Leah said, eyeing his bare chest hungrily before pushing past him. Jake kept his mouth shut—he knew to choose his words (and his battles) carefully when Leah was around.
He closed the door and flipped the lock, turning back to the large, nearly empty front room just in time to see Leah push her shorts down over the curve of her bare ass.
She turned around, caught him staring, and rolled her eyes. “Get over here.”
Jake obliged, but slowly, watching Leah balance carefully as she pulled her shorts off over her boots. He reached her just as she tugged her t-shirt off over her head, ducking slightly to avoid getting hit in the face as she tossed it away.
He approached her carefully, hoping that this time would be a little less fasthardfurious than the last. Her scowl softened just a little as Jake brushed his thumb over her cheekbone, but she caught his wrist with her hand and knocked it away.
“Let’s not start getting mushy about this, Jake. Just because we’re fucking on the regular doesn’t mean you get to touch me like…” She faltered, shifting her gaze down to the makeshift bed on the floor. “When are you going to get real furniture?”
Jake shrugged, but took his cue from Leah; she wouldn’t be rushed. He knew that from the beginning.
Instead of trying to touch her, he flicked open the buttons at his fly and pushed his jeans down over his hips. His cock was already hard—he’d been hard since he heard Leah’s car pull into the drive—but he stroked it a few times, smiling as Leah’s eyes glazed over.
“C’mere,” she said, kneeling on the futon mattress that Jake had been sleeping on since he bought the place.
They wrestled for a few minutes, fighting to be on top. Leah’s kisses were demanding, forceful, and Jake let her taketaketake as much as she wanted. He let her straddle him triumphantly. He let her jerk his cock roughly, almost painfully, before she finally guided him inside. He let her duck her head as she slid down his length, even though all he wanted to do was push her hair back so he could watch her eyelids flutter as he stretched her.
He would let her do anything, have anything she wanted.
“Fuck, your dick feels so fucking good,” she groaned, rocking against him slowly. She controlled the pace, leaning back with her hand braced against Jake’s knee. He kept his touches small—a brush of her hip, a pinch to her nipple. He watched a faint sheen of sweat form on her skin, bit back a smile when she tried to fuck him harder and grunted with frustration.
She fell forward, palms flat on the mattress, and used her new leverage to slam her hips down against his. He took advantage of the fact that she couldn’t slap his hands away and cupped her ass, helping to push and pull her body against his.
“Jake,” Leah whimpered. Her hair fell forward, the tips brushing his skin, and she looked into his eyes as her thighs started to tremble.
He knew that this was all he’d get tonight. Just this one, brief moment where her guard was down and he could see it all—her vulnerability, her love, her sweetness. He could spend his time pressing her, trying to get past her defenses, but he was happy to let her go at her own pace. He was honored that he got to see her like this at all.
“Jake, I’m…” she cried, dropping her forehead down to his.
He pressed one hand flat against the small of her back, urging her forward, and wrapped the other around her neck. His lips brushed her cheek as she bucked against him.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, stroking her back as she shuddered in his arms. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
(Source: hate-sex-love)
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Just a little infographic I made for twitter. It’s not a comprehensive guide to internet security but it explains the problems with these spam links and DMs we’ve been getting. Don’t enter your username and password anywhere without verifying the link first!
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It always takes just a little something extra.
A touch, maybe, or a word whispered hot in her ear.
His forehead touching hers, their eyes wide open and locked on each other.
Sometimes it’s this, when the pleasure is overwhelming—
When she feels like she’s going to fall so far she won’t be able to find her way back.
“I’ve got you. Let go.”
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My tumblr was all broken and wouldn’t let me log in. FOR MONTHS. It’s apparently fixed now though. Huzzah.
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I see pictures from this series over and over again on tumblr, in different variations. Anyone know where they come from? Love a man in a suit.
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“You can touch me now, you know,” she says, pushing me back on the couch. “It’s after midnight.”
“Baby, we don’t have to rush into anything,” I tell her, ignoring my dick straining against my fly. “We can take it slow.”
“We’ve been taking it slow for months! I respected your silly, arbitrary boundaries. I got myself off every night, thinking of what it will be like when I can finally touch you and be touched by you,” she says, crawling into my lap. She reaches down, grabs the hem of her sundress, and pulls it over her head.
“Fuck,” I groan, taking in the soft, pale skin of her stomach and her sweet-sexy matching lingerie. “God, you’re so beautiful,” I whisper, cupping her cheek.
“I don’t think I made myself clear,” she says, grabbing my hands and moving them over her body, forcing me to cup the breasts through the cups of her sweet little bra. “I’m eighteen now. Touch me.”
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I want to snuggle in this giant pile of blankets with this cute rumpled boy.
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“You wanna go again?” she asks, only a few minutes after she had a screaming orgasm while riding my dick. I’m sprawled in my bed, exhausted, and I just stare at her and laugh.
“Jesus,” I swear, smiling as she bounces on her knees next to me. “You’re insatiable, woman. I think I need a breather.”
“Okay,” she says, shrugging her shoulders. She hops off the bed, still full of energy, and saunters over to my kitchen without bothering to put any clothes on. “I’m hungry anyways.”
She slices an orange and brings it back to bed, cuddling close to my side. She picks off the peels with her fingers and feeds me the flesh, dropping little wedges of juicy orange into my mouth one at a time.
It’s sweet, in more ways than one. It feels good to be with her even when we’re not fucking—I’m not used to that. The longer she sits in my bed, giggling and eating my fresh fruit, the more I think I want her here all the time.
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