The Face of Scandal

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Authors: Helena Maeve
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Dylan snorted.
    He made no move to head back into the playroom. Before Hazel could do more than sit up, his body slotted into place against hers, warm and strong, the scent of his cologne enveloping her. He kissed her nape as Hazel arched her spine, shivering with the sensation of soft, pressed trousers against her buttocks. It didn’t last.
    With a sure hand, Dylan nudged her down to all fours. Hazel bit her lip to smother a moan as she felt him trail kisses down her spine, over and between the welts he’d etched into her skin just minutes earlier. He grazed the arch of her foot with his lips, then trailed them up again, planting soft kisses along her calf to the shallow dip behind her knee.
    Her clit pulsed with need for him, cunt moist with arousal long before he deigned to flip her onto her back and slide a fingertip inside her.
    “Ah— fuck .” Hazel threw her head back and pulled her knees to her chest. She scored indentations into the meat of her thighs as she tried to squeeze into a tight ball, to make herself small and palatable and submissive .
    “More?” he teased. Another rhetorical question, that.
    The familiar rasp of a zipper being tugged down reached Hazel as though from far away. She saw Dylan stretch for the bedside drawer and caught just a brief glimpse of the collar and leash, the bottles of lubricant and the small vibe the boys sometimes used when they truly wanted to torment Hazel into frightening the neighbors.
    He came away with a shiny condom. Hazel let out an anticipatory whimper. She wasn’t unaware of Dylan rubbing the head of his erection up and down her pink, gushing cunt, but it was the show of concentration on his face she cherished. If ever she’d doubted that he wanted her, the answer was written there.
    All thought melted away with the slow thrust of his cock inside her.
    “Oh, God, Dylan…” She made to lower her legs and hug his flanks, but Dylan clamped her knees together with strong hands, tightening the channel of her vagina. Every scrape of his length over her hypersensitive slit was all the more maddening for it.
    He only teased her for a moment before easing into her again.
    Hazel made a low, unflattering noise in the back of her throat and groped for purchase on the pillow. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop…” Breaths knifed in and out of her aching lungs as she rocked against him, ears ringing with the sound of their bodies joining and pulling apart.
    Heat pooled behind Hazel’s clit, every blissful thrust strumming that spot inside her ramping up her orgasms that much more. It took a few tries, but once Dylan found the right angle, there was no contending with his vigorous rhythm. Hazel clutched the pillowcase with white-knuckled fists, hips arching off the bed as her whimpers of pleasure folded into ragged cries. She wasn’t afraid of breaking without permission. She wasn’t afraid of being left hanging.
    Her only fear, baseless as it was, floated at the forefront of her thoughts with the horror of failing to take what Dylan had in store for her.
    Syncopated breaths gave way to a mewling sob.
    “Come for me,” he choked out, voice husky with effort. “Come.”
    Bliss. Savage, unyielding bliss.
    Hazel tipped over the edge with a particularly embarrassing keen, squeezing around the toy in her ass and Dylan’s length inside her as she peaked and crested, climax battering her sanity like crashing waves.
    Chest heaving with every breath, Dylan fucked her through it, racing for his own release.
    He buried himself inside her on the last thrust, his heart hammering against Hazel’s ribcage so loudly that for a moment she mistook it for her own. The weight of his body against hers was a pleasant but suffocating burden. Hazel wrapped both arms around his waist to keep him in place.
    “And to think,” she panted, “that when we met I thought you were just another Ward Cleaver clone…”
    Dylan was silent for a moment. Then his shoulders began to quake with

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