Black Light: Scandalized
Excerpt By Livia Grant
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“Not yet. Leave the ruined makeup for a bit longer.”
“You seem to have a thing for my makeup.”
“Naw,” he grinned. “I have a thing for ruining your makeup while doing nasty things to you. You have no idea what it does to me.”
They were standing close enough to each other, she could feel the brush of his erection grazing her tummy. Feeling playful, she reached out to wrap her right hand around the base of his cock.
“Actually, I’m getting a pretty good idea of what it does to you.”
Shane groaned, wrapping his own fist over hers, stilling her playful strokes.
“You don’t want to do that, or we might lose one of those messy loads I’m planning on bathing you in.”
She felt like a whole different person than she was a few days before. Never in her life had she even thought of the dirty things flitting through her brain at that moment, let alone say them out loud.
“Promises, promises…”
Shane’s self-control snapped like a rubber band. In a split second, he went from playful and sexy to a man possessed—roughly spinning her around and hugging her back to his front, crashing them into the front glass of the shower so hard, it was a wonder it didn’t break. His lips were against her ear, sucking her right lobe into his mouth while grinding his hips into her, trapping her body between his hard muscles and the unforgiving glass.
“Look outside the shower. Do you see our reflection in the mirror?”
Nalani’s brain fought to hear his words and make sense of them. Her body was like putty in his hands. It took her a few long seconds to look out to the mirror, but when she did, the reflection staring back at her was surreal. The vision in the mirror was so sexy, it didn’t register at first the ruined woman was her. The word he’d used at Black Light came to mind, although she’d never it admit it, but truthfully, the woman in the mirror looked like a well-used whore. Funny how, when her own brain formulated the word, it didn’t offend her nearly as much as when Shane had called her one.
His left hand slid down, off her hip, diving in to flick his fingers through her wet folds, teasing her swollen clit. As nice as it felt, his fingers were not what she longed to touch her there.
“Shane…” His name was a prayer on her lips.
“Tell me… Say it.”
“What?”
“What does your body need?”
Gone was all softness. His fingers pinched and probed hard enough, it hurt, yet when she got close to tipping into pleasure, he backed off—reading her body perfectly if his goal was to withhold the elusive orgasm.
“I can do this all night, kitten. You, on the other hand, won’t be able to walk because I’ll frig you raw until you say it. Now,” he demanded, “what do you want, Nalani?”
Christ, that tone, those words, the dominant glare in the mirror, his warm breath against the crease between her neck and shoulder—the sexy package that was Shane Covington pushed her to beg.
“I need you!”
“Need me how?” He wasn’t going to make this easier on her.
She stammered, so horny she could think of nothing but what she needed. “Inside me!”
“Getting closer, but I need to hear you beg for what you need.”
Nalani whined, frustrated at him pushing her out of her comfort zone. Still, as he edged her higher, she acknowledged she was the amateur—he was the pro. He would win this battle of wills.
“Fuck me! I need you inside me!”
It happened in a split second. One minute her core was cramping, desperate for something hard to scratch her itch, the next, his cock was buried so deep, it hurt. Shane was a man possessed, grabbing her hips and actually lifting her enough to pull her lower body away from the glass.
“Hands flat on the glass. Bend over so you can take it deep like the dirty girl you are.”
Nalani had no choice but to comply. She was putty in his hands, letting him maneuver her body the way he wanted while he never missed a beat of his piston action, pounding her hard enough, her forehead banged into the glass with each thrust, warm water flicking all around them.
She had never felt so full—ever. Shane’s pole stretched her until she burned, but he wasn’t slowing down. She could barely function as she neared her peak, driven higher by the passion of the moment. When Shane yanked the forgotten anal plug from her body in a fast motion before shoving it back in at the same time he was plunging his dick deep, Nalani cried out. Having come less than an hour before, he had excellent staying power, riding her pleasure to her eruption as she arched her back and cried out unintelligible words.
“That’s a good girl. I feel your cunt squeezing me as you squirt your juices all over me and down the drain. It’s a good thing we’re fucking in the shower. You’d be making a hot mess all over the carpet if I’d tried to fuck you bent over the bed.”
Oh my God. The things this man said were obscene—and she loved every single syllable. She wasn’t sure what that said about her moral fiber, but at that moment, she couldn’t have cared less.
“Shit…” His curse sounded legit, but she was too far gone in her rapture to try to understand. “We didn’t talk birth control. Please tell me you’re on the pill, so I don’t need to pull out.”
Did he expect her to formulate words at this juncture? His swat to her ass-cheek told her that he was indeed expecting an answer.
“On pill…” was all she managed to get out before her next climax hit hard. The only thing that could make it better was the corresponding growl of satisfaction from the man buried inside her. He hadn’t been joking about having plenty of cum— she could swear he shot so many ropes inside her, she felt hot jizz spurting out and onto her inner thighs.
“You seem to have a thing for my makeup.”
“Naw,” he grinned. “I have a thing for ruining your makeup while doing nasty things to you. You have no idea what it does to me.”
They were standing close enough to each other, she could feel the brush of his erection grazing her tummy. Feeling playful, she reached out to wrap her right hand around the base of his cock.
“Actually, I’m getting a pretty good idea of what it does to you.”
Shane groaned, wrapping his own fist over hers, stilling her playful strokes.
“You don’t want to do that, or we might lose one of those messy loads I’m planning on bathing you in.”
She felt like a whole different person than she was a few days before. Never in her life had she even thought of the dirty things flitting through her brain at that moment, let alone say them out loud.
“Promises, promises…”
Shane’s self-control snapped like a rubber band. In a split second, he went from playful and sexy to a man possessed—roughly spinning her around and hugging her back to his front, crashing them into the front glass of the shower so hard, it was a wonder it didn’t break. His lips were against her ear, sucking her right lobe into his mouth while grinding his hips into her, trapping her body between his hard muscles and the unforgiving glass.
“Look outside the shower. Do you see our reflection in the mirror?”
Nalani’s brain fought to hear his words and make sense of them. Her body was like putty in his hands. It took her a few long seconds to look out to the mirror, but when she did, the reflection staring back at her was surreal. The vision in the mirror was so sexy, it didn’t register at first the ruined woman was her. The word he’d used at Black Light came to mind, although she’d never it admit it, but truthfully, the woman in the mirror looked like a well-used whore. Funny how, when her own brain formulated the word, it didn’t offend her nearly as much as when Shane had called her one.
His left hand slid down, off her hip, diving in to flick his fingers through her wet folds, teasing her swollen clit. As nice as it felt, his fingers were not what she longed to touch her there.
“Shane…” His name was a prayer on her lips.
“Tell me… Say it.”
“What?”
“What does your body need?”
Gone was all softness. His fingers pinched and probed hard enough, it hurt, yet when she got close to tipping into pleasure, he backed off—reading her body perfectly if his goal was to withhold the elusive orgasm.
“I can do this all night, kitten. You, on the other hand, won’t be able to walk because I’ll frig you raw until you say it. Now,” he demanded, “what do you want, Nalani?”
Christ, that tone, those words, the dominant glare in the mirror, his warm breath against the crease between her neck and shoulder—the sexy package that was Shane Covington pushed her to beg.
“I need you!”
“Need me how?” He wasn’t going to make this easier on her.
She stammered, so horny she could think of nothing but what she needed. “Inside me!”
“Getting closer, but I need to hear you beg for what you need.”
Nalani whined, frustrated at him pushing her out of her comfort zone. Still, as he edged her higher, she acknowledged she was the amateur—he was the pro. He would win this battle of wills.
“Fuck me! I need you inside me!”
It happened in a split second. One minute her core was cramping, desperate for something hard to scratch her itch, the next, his cock was buried so deep, it hurt. Shane was a man possessed, grabbing her hips and actually lifting her enough to pull her lower body away from the glass.
“Hands flat on the glass. Bend over so you can take it deep like the dirty girl you are.”
Nalani had no choice but to comply. She was putty in his hands, letting him maneuver her body the way he wanted while he never missed a beat of his piston action, pounding her hard enough, her forehead banged into the glass with each thrust, warm water flicking all around them.
She had never felt so full—ever. Shane’s pole stretched her until she burned, but he wasn’t slowing down. She could barely function as she neared her peak, driven higher by the passion of the moment. When Shane yanked the forgotten anal plug from her body in a fast motion before shoving it back in at the same time he was plunging his dick deep, Nalani cried out. Having come less than an hour before, he had excellent staying power, riding her pleasure to her eruption as she arched her back and cried out unintelligible words.
“That’s a good girl. I feel your cunt squeezing me as you squirt your juices all over me and down the drain. It’s a good thing we’re fucking in the shower. You’d be making a hot mess all over the carpet if I’d tried to fuck you bent over the bed.”
Oh my God. The things this man said were obscene—and she loved every single syllable. She wasn’t sure what that said about her moral fiber, but at that moment, she couldn’t have cared less.
“Shit…” His curse sounded legit, but she was too far gone in her rapture to try to understand. “We didn’t talk birth control. Please tell me you’re on the pill, so I don’t need to pull out.”
Did he expect her to formulate words at this juncture? His swat to her ass-cheek told her that he was indeed expecting an answer.
“On pill…” was all she managed to get out before her next climax hit hard. The only thing that could make it better was the corresponding growl of satisfaction from the man buried inside her. He hadn’t been joking about having plenty of cum— she could swear he shot so many ropes inside her, she felt hot jizz spurting out and onto her inner thighs.