More naughty Dakota--LOL X-Rated Excerpt

Hey--did I tell you to enter the contest yet? LOLLOL. C'mon, you know you want to! Read the blog titled Y'all ready for WHose Bride Is She Anyway for details.

And now, August and Tara are a couple of busy folk--they take a risk each time they meet and well, boink. LOL. But they can't stay away from each other and they're willing to gamble some serious trouble from the reality show producers to do it...

Tugging at her panties, he pushed them down to her knees. August’s hands found the mound of flesh between her legs and with his palms, he lightly caressed her, running them around the lower half of her body, yet skirting the wet lips of her cunt.

Tara let her fingers roam free as well, over the arms that held her, tracing the thick contours of muscle. She kneaded them, reveling in the feel of his hot skin beneath her touch. Pulling at his shirt, she lifted it over his head and threw it to the floor. Pushing at him, he lay on the bed and for the first time, Tara was able to admire him in the dim glow of the bedside table. His skin was bronze with a hint of gold. A white band of flesh, left untouched by the sun, was just visible above the waistband of his shorts. Thick thighs, sprinkled with golden hair, clenched as her hands whispered over them. A tapered waist led to the firm bulge between his legs, and using thumb and forefinger she outlined it. August sucked in a deep breath and held it, arching upward.

Sliding her panties and bathrobe off, Tara quickly straddled him, letting the heat of his flesh seep into hers. Bracing herself on his chest, she clutched his pecs, kneading them. Tara bent forward and licked the flat disc of his nipple, and to her satisfaction it beaded beneath her lips.
August’s hands threaded through her hair, and he groaned when she popped open the button of his shorts and unzipped the fly. He kicked at the restraints of his clothing, until his legs were free. Tara licked the ridges of his abdomen, sliding her fingers into the crisp thatch of hair at the top of his cock. She savored the salty taste of his skin on her tongue.

Rigid and lightly veined, his cock lay against his stomach. When she brushed it lightly with her lips, he jumped and muttered something she couldn’t quite hear. Grasping him with both hands, she slowly enveloped him within her mouth. Inch by painstaking inch, she laved his thick shaft.
His knees rose and he bracketed her body. Cupping his balls, she kneaded them and slowly licked the smooth surface of his cock. Long laps of her tongue and hands made him moan, as he twisted his body upward to meet her strokes. His hands wrapped around hers, following her up and down motion, gripping them as he ground his hips at her. Pressing her tongue flush with the sensitive area below the head of his cock, she nipped him lightly with her teeth. A bead of pre-cum, thick and salty lingered on her taste buds.

His hips rocked in a slow circular pattern as he thrust into her sucking. His breathing was ragged and shallow. Tara slid her hands beneath his ass and clutched the muscular globes tightly, pushing him into her mouth, taking his long length in as far as she could. He rose on his heels, frantically jabbing at her as she washed him with her tongue.

Suddenly, he pulled away, out of the warm cavern of her mouth. Gripping her shoulders, he dragged her upward. Her breasts scraped his chest and arrows of heat pricked at her when he slid his tongue over her teeth. Parting her lips, he crushed his mouth to hers and his hand cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple to rigid desperation. Tara groaned, breathy and low as he left her lips to trail a path of wet kisses over her breasts and down the plane of her belly. Strong hands found her waist, thrusting her upward until his hot breath caressed her bare pussy. His tongue snaked out to explore the crease in her thigh, her legs fell open, welcoming the slick invasion, but instead he traced the outer lips of her cunt. In slow, tantalizing licks, August explored her. Her clit throbbed, aching and swollen as she held her breath, waiting ... he drew a finger between the slick folds of flesh, back and forth, kissing the vulnerable skin, but not entering it.

Tara’s heart pounded wildly in her chest as she squirmed beneath him. When he took the first pass over her clit with his tongue, flames shot through her veins, and she fought to keep from screaming. Her hands clutched wildly at the comforter as her ass slid forward to meet his mouth. He began to suckle her clit, swirling over it while his hair grazed her inner thighs. Tara grabbed wildly for him, cradling his head against her belly as he moved expertly inside her cunt...