Naughty Notes
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(via TumbleOn)My sister just loves when I have her “breakfast” ready and waiting for her.
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(via TumbleOn)Jelena Jensen leans in for a kiss with Brianna Jordan. Toys, fingers and tongues are put to use in the kitchen.
(via TumbleOn)Hosting her son’s and his young male friends’ outdoor barbecue this weekend, while having a few of the boys sleep over as well, was definitely getting under Leslie’s dampening pink skin. It was stirring up some irreversible, quietly raging, sexual need, in ways that surprised even her.
“I’ve been too fucking long alone” she whispered to herself, as she acknowledged her own incessant, carnal drip from the male horde surrounding her.
All that young, virile testosterone being spattered hither and yon, and those taut asses and obvious bulges jumping about, and wiggling by her all too closely, had Mrs. Forman in a spin.
And the ones who blatantly flirted with her, hoping to bag a “cougar”, were really pushing the envelope. Leslie was about ready to climb onto the kitchen island naked, and offer herself to the next boy who came in, flashing his flirty teen eyes. flexing his pecs, and begging her for something to eat.
All she would have to do is open her thighs a bit, smile and say “Dinner is ready. Eat up. Pack it in.” Yeah, that might just do it.
Maybe she’d send her son on a long errand, and take a few for the team.
(via TumbleOn)I Always Get What I Want
Adrien’s POV by request
By: LaylaIt isn’t often lately that I have a day off work. It’s even more rare that my day off happens to coincide with my brother’s, so I guess you could say it’s a bit of a celebration around this place when that happens. So when I woke up this morning to an eagerly bouncing blonde more or less hopping up and down on my chest that we needed to go out and do something, I can’t say that I was really all that surprised. But I also can’t say that I wasn’t a little disappointed. Not that I don’t love spending time with Piper by going out and doing whatever she wants to. Hell, if the woman feels like going shopping for princess costumes and glitter, I’m all for it if it means spending time with her. But I had woken up with a serious case of “I want to fuck my girlfriend” and seeing as how she was already dressed and bounding out the bedroom door shouting out about how I should meet her in the living room to head out in ten minutes, my plans of fucking my girlfriend went to my plans of apparently fucking myself.
Nothing says sexy quite like realizing that you’re stuck whacking away in the shower just so you can get your goddamn jeans on without causing bodily harm to yourself.
However, that was this morning. That was several hours ago and my mind was still turning with thoughts that I probably shouldn’t be sharing with anyone. Truth be told, it’s probably a damn good thing I only share about fifteen percent of the demented shit that goes through my head, but that’s another story entirely and nothing to do with anything of any importance. Nobody wants to hear that nonsense.
I stepped into our bedroom and peeling the green t-shirt I had pulled on up over my head. Piper was out in the kitchen, I could hear her banging pots around and when a shrill squeaking giggle met my ears, all I had to do was pull the curtain in our bedroom window back to locate the culprit. One of my eyebrows rose when I spotted Trix outside with Danielle apparently engaged in some epic wrestling match in the middle of a flower bed. Piper was going to kill them if they squashed those blue bell shaped flowers she loves, but whatever. It kept them occupied. I snapped the curtain closed and considered pulling another shirt on for a split second before flashing myself a smirk. Why would I do that? My plan here was to go seduce my girlfriend and get what I’ve been craving since I woke up this morning – that was going to be all the easier to do without a shirt on. Maybe it’s cheating, but whatever. She loves my chest and I’m well aware of it. It isn’t cheating – it’s tactical advantage. Fuck, I’m a genius sometimes.
When I stepped into the kitchen, I couldn’t help grinning at the sight that met my eyes. Piper standing in front of the sink wearing only cotton shorts and grey tank top. Long legs taunting me and blonde hair swept back in a ponytail that was begging for me to pull on it. My tongue darted out over my lips and I cleared my throat loudly; “You know, for all the longer those shorts are – you may as well be baking cookies in your knickers.”
She startled just a bit and turned to look at me with a grin in place and eyebrow raised; “My apologies. I didn’t realize my dad was here with us.”
“He isn’t. I’m just saying. It seems like a waste of clothing.” I stepped further into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to the side of her head; “Just an extra piece of laundry.”
Piper gave a little laugh that twitched the corners of my mouth up into a grin as she spoke; “Mmhmm. And if I were standing here baking in my underwear and Tristan and Dani walked in, that’d be easy to explain.”
“They’re busy outside.” I smoothed my hands over her belly, sliding them under her shirt; “I don’t think we need to worry about them.”
I’ve been with more than my share of women, really. Piper knows this better than anyone, but what I don’t think she knows, is that out of all those women – she’s the only one who can literally make my eyes roll into the back of my head just by grazing her fingertips over me. I can’t fully explain it, but anytime I hear the woman moan, regardless of how low or loud it may be, it’s almost like frenzy takes over my blood. I have to have her.
Right now was no different. So fucking what if Trix and Danielle were just outside? That kid’s so goddamn wrapped up in that girl that I swear a bloody UFO could crash land beside him and unless it looked identical to his girlfriend, he’d only notice it if it somehow interrupted their conversation. My last worry was that they were going to walk inside. Piper on the other hand, seemed to have some slight trepidation. She bit down on her lip and reached her hand down to catch me around the wrist. My fingers were barely inches from the waistline of the black cotton shorts she wore and she twisted her neck around to look up at me. “Adrien…stop that! They could walk inright now!”
My eyebrow arched and I gave a little laugh at the slightly scandalized tone to her voice. “You don’t actually want me to stop at all, do you?” The fact that she had only gripped my wrist, but done nothing to truly pull it away from her was answer enough for me.
It never ceases to amuse me the way my girlfriend has this shy side to herself. The woman was able to dress up in a bloody cop uniform, handcuff me and demand I go down on her – but getting her to admit that she wants to fuck is like pulling teeth. That’s fine with me. It just means I need to make sure I fuck with her enough that she has no choice but to tell me in order to get what she wants. That’s probably twisted and says something about the size of my ego, but whatever. I don’t care who the hell you are. If you’re any red-blooded man with a dick, your girlfriend whimpering under your touch and pleading with you to fuck her is probably the hottest goddamn thing you’ll ever hear in your life. It’s a stroke to the ego and nine times out of ten, it’s a stroke to your cock as well – ohhh! KA-POW! Ha…I really am a funny motherfucker sometimes. My hand not caught round the wrist by Piper slid up her side, my thumb catching the hem of her shirt so I could lift it as I moved up her body. The woman has curves that make me want to lick every inch of her body and feeling them under my hands in any context sends a little zing through me. All the more when I know that it’s going to lead to something more and with the way Piper whimpered slightly when I leaned down to scrape my teeth over the soft skin of her neck – I’m not an idiot. This was going to lead to more.
“Adrien…”
I applied barely any pressure of my wrist against her hold and Piper released me. Her back arched slightly and pressed against my chest. I could hear and feel her breathing begin to pick up and I slid my hand down between the fabric of her shorts, but not under the thin silk that covered her. Instead, I let two of my fingers tease her through the material. Piper gave a soft and supple moan and I continued stroking over top the silk before I slid my fingers under it and slipped my index and middle fingers into the wet heat that was clearly begging for me. The feel of her and the way she responded had my own breath suddenly speeding up and I bit down on her earlobe. I wanted her – of course I fucking wanted her. But more than that, I wanted her to want me. I wanted her body to tremble and shake. I wanted to tease her clit until she couldn’t do anything but beg for me to rip her shorts off, bend her over the counter, and fuck her. I didn’t care what I had to do in order to get that. I suppose you could say one of my more impressive features is that somehow, I always get what I want. This was going to be no different.
My fingers circled inside her and I pressed the tips of them along the velvety softness of her walls, stroking hard and grinning when she began to gasp. Her hips began to grind back against me and I couldn’t help the groan that left me. My cock strained against my jeans, begging to be let out, but that wasn’t going to happen. Not until Piper asked for it.
“What, Piper?” I asked in a low tone, whispering against the side of her neck in a way I knew drove her crazy.
Small gooseflesh rose over her skin and I pulled my fingers from inside her, keeping them stroking up and over her clit. Piper gave a soft groaning sound and moved her hips in rhythm with my fingers. Her breathing was fast and shallow and when I brought my other hand up to slide down the collar of her tank top and begin to caress her breast, she let out a moan. That’s what I wanted to hear more than anything. The louder she moaned, the more I wanted her, but I needed to hear her tell me to take her first. Again, there’s probably something that can be said for my ego about that fact, but I don’t fucking care. The way she whines for me heats my blood and right now, I want to hear that more than anything.
My teeth sank into her skin again and my hands both began work roughly. I could feel my cock literally begin to throb and was about to just say fuck it when she finally moaned out the words; “Adrien…please…”
There it was. A grin shot across my face and pulled my hand from her breast to catch her chin so I could twist her around to cover her mouth with mine. My tongue massaged against hers and she pulled back, biting down on my lip as she did so; “Please what?”
“I want you.”
“What do you want me to do, Sweetheart?”
She gave a little growl of a groan that made me chuckle before her teeth nipped at my lip again; “I want you inside of me…now…”
That wasn’t a request she needed to make twice.
Without hesitating, I pulled my hand from her face and quickly released myself from my jeans. They dropped to my ankles and I didn’t bother stepping out of them. Piper moaned as my other hand continued to work over her and I used my free one to tear her shorts down over her backside. They too fell, dropping to her thighs and I should probably have pulled them the entire way down, but I wasn’t really thinking clearly. Instead of fucking with clothing, I wanted to be fucking her.
Barely seconds passed between pulling her shorts down and pulling my hand back from her. Knowing she was about to get much more than merely my fingers, Piper didn’t protest, only pushed her hips back towards me, arching her back as she did so. I made a low ‘mmm’ sound when she did this and grabbed the base of my shaft, using it to slide my head up and down against her a few seconds. When she let out a little whimper, I couldn’t restrain myself. I grabbed her hip with one hand as I thrust roughly into her. Piper gave a low shout of a gasp and I groaned loudly as she surrounded me. The feel of her still stole my breath away sometimes, but after waiting a split second to catch my bearings, I brought both my hands to her hips.
“How do you want it, Sweetheart?”
Piper’s hand slapped up onto the kitchen counter and she spoke with a whimpering sort of demand to her voice; “Hard, Adrien…as hard as you can.”
Again, I wasn’t about to disobey the lady’s commands.
I gripped tightly to her hip with my left hand and my right came up to her shoulder. Using my hold on her, I began to fuck her. I moved slow, with very concentrated thrusts as I slammed into her and felt her walls contract around my cock with each one. Low groans left my lips and I closed my eyes, loving the feel of her. She was warm, wet, and so fucking tight it was like she was pulling me deeper the more I plunged into her. “Shit, Piper…I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day.”
She gave a loud moan and her fingers curled around the edge of the counter as she arched her back further, allowing me to thrust deeper still. “Have you?”
I nodded, though knowing she couldn’t see, I did my best to speak as I increased my speed; “Since…I woke up…”
“Why didn’t you – oh god, Adrien!”
I began to move faster because I needed more of her. My hand at her shoulder slid down her back, smoothing over the skin as I fucked her and then back up so I could grab hold of her ponytail. This pulled a loud moan from her and my hand at her hip slipped down around her waist finding her clit. I had to drop my shoulders forward and when I did this, it brought my mouth down to her back and I lashed at her skin with my teeth, pulling louder moans from her. Her legs began to tremble and I felt myself being pulled closer to my own release – but no. That couldn’t happen yet. “Piper…cum…push back on me and fuck me until you cum…”
I pulled back, standing upright and my hands both moved to hold lightly to her hips as Piper impaled herself on my cock. She moaned louder each time and her hips grinded against me in a way that had me groaning and my fingertips digging tightly into her muscles as I struggled internally with myself to hold on for her. I didn’t need to struggle long because she gave a loud shout of my name and I felt her body tighten around me. That was when I reached forward and grabbed both of her shoulders quickly. Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, I drove myself into her, fucking her as hard as I possibly could. Her hips slammed forward and crashed against the counter – she would probably have bruises that would pop out later, but neither of us cared right now.
I wanted to hear her screaming longer, so I held on for two more powerful thrusts before I couldn’t any longer. My own shout of a growling groan left my lips and I dropped forward, clinging tightly to my girlfriend’s small frame as my cock pulsated inside her bringing that sweet release I’d been aching for all goddamn day.
It took us both a few minutes to catch our breath, but when we did, I pushed up from her back and gave her hips a tight squeeze; “I really fucking love when you bake cookies.”
A breathless giggle left her and Piper twisted to look at me, propping her elbow on the counter and resting her chin in her hand as she did so; “You and I, both.”
