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Rafael took a slow deep breath as she moved his cock to her entrance so he could exhale as she sat down on his lap. His breath shook as Carmen sunk down on him and he swallowed, eyes locked firmly on her. "Ohh--" he licked his lips and moved both hands to her hips, her dress bunched up over his arms. Raffy arched into her kiss moaning against her lips as she began to ride him. "Ahhh--" he laughed at what she said next, already breathless. "Good-- good answer." Rafael smiled and squeezed her hips. "Oh god yes Carmen-- just like that--" he hissed and grit his teeth leaning forward to kiss her neck and worship her as she moved, building the friction between them like starting a fire.
Carmen hummed and nipped his bottom lip once more before drawing Raf toward her entrance. She sunk down slowly, keeping her eyes on his as he filled her inch by inch. Carmen released a soft, gentle hum of delight, shivering as her hips met his. "Mmm, my love." Smiling, Carmen cupped his cheeks and kissed him hard, rolling her hips over his in a gentle rhythm. "I'm still sore from yesterday," she teased. She'd thought about him all day while teaching.
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"My voice? Really?" Quinton nodded, "That's really good to know," he added some more lotion to her back and began to work a spot from her spine up and try to break it up with his thumbs. Slow, firm touches which he'd warn with, "Inhale," then push down while she exhaled.
"I just mean I'll end up being selfish." He'd leave her all relaxed and goopy--after the massage and the happy ending--and she wouldn't have the energy to return the favor. "And your voice," she admitted, tongue looser with his fingers kneading into her shoulder.
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"Yeah, if you're sure they don't know you. I'll pay so you don't have to show ID." He'd pay extra. "We can go on my bike." Blake offered then stood up to put on some pants, a shirt and grabbed his phone to shoot Lex a message so she knew where they were going. He then sent Bear a message so he knew as well. "Here," he pulled a worn in black hoodie from his bag and handed it to her. "You probably shouldn't wear what you were last seen in." It was better to be safe than sorry.
"I was thinking of getting fresh ink, if you're game?" Though she knew he'd be willing to go another round, sitting still for a tat session would keep her just as distracted, and at least still. Something good should come out of this mess, and while she couldn't believe the mess Tasha was making, Vik still wanted to have a memory of the one family member she'd reserved space for in her heart. "There's a spot a few miles out of town I haven't been to before; the mentor of someone who's done ink for me in the past. She doesn't know me." Her name was more of an issue than her face.
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He tutted his tongue against his teeth, "Mm, what kind of good massage has a time limit?" Quinton chuckled, "I'm not charging you or anything. And I'll toss in a happy ending," he teased leaning down to kiss her shoulder. "Fuck most people. It's sexy when someone is turned on by touch."
"Mm. You're gonna have to set a time limit, 'cause I really don't think I'm able to cut this short." Raisa purred beneath his touch, hips rolling against the sheets. "Most people wouldn't call it sexy so much as easy," she whispered, pouting back at him.
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He gasped before he could speak, her hips grinding down on his now throbbing erection. Raf wet his lips and whimpered out as she carefully rolled the rubber over him. He leaned closer to her, nuzzling against her neck as she teased him, humming against his throat. "Hm?" Raffy teased back, "Let me fill you up beautiful," he purred and reached up to run a hand through her hair, keeping his left on her thigh. "I want you sore on the dance floor tonight because of me."
"Just for you." Rafael could give her a look and her blood would start boiling. They'd been kissing beforehand; long enough that of course she'd get heated. That growl shot straight down to her core, making her grind down onto his lap. Carm took her time rolling the condom over his length, humming against his throat as she did. "Hm?" she hummed, eyes dancing, her fingers remaining curled around his length.
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He clenched his jaw as he watched the broadcast, showing the shot up restaurant, the ambulances still there. Though he was a fighter Blake didn't like the idea of something so brutal for drugs or power. "Mmm," he checked the clock. "Maybe, if you wear a hoodie, keep your hair back. Go places you haven't been before where people wouldn't be looking for you." He looked back to her and flicked the butt of his cigarette in his makeshift ashtray. "You wanna get outta here?"
"I mean, it's a direct attack in a public place--a big spectacle. That screams Tasha. She'd make some big move to prove to pops that she's the heir he always wanted." Vik knew it sounded presumptuous for her to blame Tash off the bat, but her father hadn't made a move like that in years, to protect the piece between the families. "For the longest time, weapons, straight from the motherland," she said. "But he's been wanting to go into drugs, which is the Montenegro's space. For fuck's sake." Vik was unaware that she had just enough pull to convince her father not to make such stupid, reckless moves. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "It's probably only safe for me to go out for another hour or two, right?"
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MAYA & CARINA + their only Bed Scene in Season 4 Station 19 [Bed Scenes Series]
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He frowned cutely, "I wouldn't say no to that." Quinton pressed his thumbs up her back on either side of her spine searching for any knots he missed the first time. "You just let me know when you've had enough," he chuckled then exhaled a soft sigh. "I love that as you relax, like, as I warm your skin up you get wet... it's so sexy."
Get comfy and relax weren't the same, and there was no way Raisa could relax with his hands on her bare skin. She hummed and tilted her head to the side, wishing for the second time that there was a mirror so she could watch him. "Shouldn't I be the one giving you a massage this time?" she asked, the slightest hum to her words.
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"Ohhh," he purred and pressed his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "So wet," Raffy grinned leaning into her lips as she kissed his jaw. She nipped and he growled, scrunching his nose up. She straightened up and he did as instructed and took a slow deep breath, his eyes glossy as he looked up at her. His lips were suddenly dry just watching her reach for protection. "Mmm," Raffy shivered and exhaled a little laugh when he watched her rip the package open with her teeth. "Mami," he purred, drawing little circles with his fingers over her hips.
Carmen ran her nails down Rafael's forearm--the strong arms that could lift her, hold her, protect her, and had since they were teens. She rolled her hips into his one more time, her folds now slick and warm. Pressing a soft kiss against his jaw, she hummed and nipped, smiling as she pulled back to stare at that breathless, needy gleam in his eyes. "Deep breath, papi." She reached for one of the condoms they'd wisely stashed away, tearing the sleeve open with her teeth and a light in her eyes.
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He nodded slowly and took another drag from his cigarette. There were stories about that family having ties to the crime world but they some how always came out clean. "I didn't realize..." he looked back to the tv. "You think that's your sister?" Blake didn't know how these families worked exactly. He knew there was a family that controlled the drug trade on the east coast, and they stayed away from them but he didn't know much of anything. "What does your family usually deal in?" he asked wanting to know what to look out for, what might be a red flag for her down the road.
"No," she said, voice tight. "I'd get shot dead just opening the door. It's own by the Montenegros." It didn't matter that Vik had no beef with them; the feud between the families was so much bigger than her. She shook her head, nose wrinkling. "I've barely been missing two days and Tasha is already inciting a full-out war. Her dream come true."
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He'd slid the chair back about half way but it still had some room, but that move Carmen was thinking of worked best on the passenger side. Rafael scratched at her back, dragging his fingers back down to caress her ass. He moaned again, not only for himself but so she could hear it. He wanted her to have flashes of this moment through the night that made her blush, he wanted her to hear echoes of him. Raffy smiled up at her, breathless and needy. He squeezed her thigh and rocked his hips up, looking for the sensation of her again.
Carm wouldn't shove his seat back until he least expected it. Once, she'd done it while simultaneously dropping her hips over his, letting Raf fill her with the movement. She had half a mind to shove the seat back onto to dip between his thighs, but their time was too limited for that. A hum vibrated up her throat as Raf squeezed her ass, her skin boiling beneath his touch. She wanted to latch onto him and never let go. Gods, even the smell of him made her dizzy, like she'd downed a full bottle of wine.
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He tilted his head to the side and bit down on his bottom lip as he watched her. Raisa knew how to work her body, to create a scene that would live in his mind for days to come. "Mmm," Quinton hummed a little. "Get comfy," he smirked before he let his towel fall and climbed up on the bed to join her. Quinton put some lotion in his hands, rubbing it together to warm it, then placed his hands on her back and began to rub the lotion all over her body, starting with her shoulders and moving all the way down her ass and each leg.
Raisa pressed a knee into the end of the mattress, flipped her hair over one shoulder to look back at him, then continued crawling up the bed. She stretched out like a cat before lowering herself onto the sheets, humming as she relaxed with a soft pillow under her head.
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Blake's gaze shifted from the tv to Vik, watching what made her react even in the slightest. He turned back to the tv, brow tight. "Jesus..." he mumbled. Her reaction was different and made him ask. "You been there before?" He knew some of the rumors but he didn't follow the stories.
"Yeah." Vik didn't go back on her decisions; she wouldn't start now. "I think I need to see it." Maybe it'd give her the sense of closure she was lacking now.
When he clicked the news on, the current story wasn't focused on the Sokolovs, but the Montenegros. "A local staple was targeted in a drive-by today," the newscaster said. "As you can see behind me, the windows of Della Vita were shot out. So far, we have reports of 12 casualties. and twice as many injured.."
Vik barely heard the rest, a frown stretching across her lips.
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Quinton watched her as she dried off, keeping his towel wrapped around his waist as he slowly covered his arms, neck, and torso with lotion. He covered all his tattoos by the time she turned back to him and slid her hair tie back onto his wrist. The man smirked, exhaling the smallest half chuckle, then grabbed the lotion and followed her back to his bed. "On your stomach," he commanded.
To her, the porn thing was equivalent to him having a long history of partners--though from the sound of it, he'd filmed with the same women most of the time. She wouldn't judge him for the more common alternative, so there was no reason to judge him now. Raz smirked, eyes dancing with mischief, and shook her head before patting her body down with the towel. She bent over at the waist, moving the towel over her calves and ankles, taking her time before straightening up again. She reached up to release the hair tie and walked over to Quinton. Dark eyes lingering on his, she took his right hand and slid the tie onto his wrist, then turned to make her way to the bed.
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He pressed forward into her kiss, a kiss she intended to be light but he deepened it, brushing his tongue over her lips as a moan built in his throat. Each move of his hips made it harder to keep his motions slow. Avin clawed his fingers over the couch cushion beneath Inez's head, holding himself up over her with his elbows and forearms.
Inez shook under his, a silent gasp stealing the air in her lungs. She tensed for a moment, fingers squeezing his forearms as she tried to ground herself. Blinking back dizzying tears, she looked back up at Avin with a soft smile, lifting her head to press a soft, grateful kiss against his lips.
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