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Lana Del Rey at Ohana Dana Point

Palm trees, the ocean, and Lana Del Rey under an open starry sky, the perfect Cali night. The concert was on a whole other level of awesome. Miss Del Rey was (as always) incredible with her fans, taking time during the show to meet with them and take pics. This woman is a Queen among paupers. Of course the rest of the audience waited patiently, because that's the kind of fans she has, giving her as much love and respect as she gives us. It was truly a night to remember.

PHOTOS BY LENA BLACK AND JOSHUA MINETTE

Wear You...

“Breathtaking,” Hunt says from behind me. I glance at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes scan me up and down, soaking me in.

His chocolate hair is parted to the side and slick. His skin, a healthy golden tint from the tropical sun. Dressed in beige linen slacks and an off-white cotton button-up, sleeves rolled to the elbow, of course, he's the one taking my breath away. And he could have it, since I breathe for him anyway. He owns it, along with every other fiber of my being.

“You're looking very dashing yourself, slick.”

“I’d like take these clothes off and wear you instead,” he states, his eyes dark and admiring.

“We can always skip our night out.”

“No,” he smiles, “I enjoy waiting for you, the buildup, the watching, the touching, the hunt. It makes having you all the more satisfying.”

Only Hunt can make not having sex sound delectable.

“Then maybe I should deny you more often,” I retort wickedly.

He saunters over to me, pressing his front into my back, and wraps his arms about me. “You could try.”

copyright © 2016 Lena Black

Ride My....

“Fuck me, angel,” he orders with a husky tone. “Ride my cock like you can’t live without it.”

“Yes, sir,” I moan out breathlessly. 

I swivel my hips, taking the lead, bumping and grinding on his hard cock. My pace is slow at first, taking time to enjoy every inch of his hard-as-steel shaft, rotating my hips when I slide up to the head, working it between my slick lips. Since I can’t use my legs, I shift my weight forward into his chest, using my arms for support.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he growls between clenched teeth, clasping his hands onto my hips and bucking into me, sending me flying up. He slams me back down onto him, reclaiming control, and pounds me savagely. I bounce wildly, riding him so our thighs slap together in a glorious symphony of our intense fucking. 

We grunt with every hard thrust of our hips, pushing each other toward pure, unadulterated rapture. Hunt places a hand over my womb and shoves his thumb between the soaked lips, teasing my clit ruthlessly. My head flies back, taking my body with it so my back bows aggressively. 

I writhe on him, letting my body takeover until it stiffens, every muscle seizing all at once. I scream out inaudible cries, releasing hard, and fall forward onto him from sheer exhaustion, gasping urgently for air.

copyright © 2014 Lena Black

Need

“Do you think this is too much? I feel like I’m wearing out my welcome or we need to pace ourselves.”

He drags his face away to gaze into my eyes.

“Yes, it is, and I want more. I would keep you by my side every moment if I had my way. I don’t want to slow down. I want you to let us be happy, let things happen as they will. Are you tiring of me?”

“No, I’ll never tire of you. I want you with me all the time. I’m nervous to spend a night without you next to me. I’m starting to need you.”

“I want you to need me. I want to make it goddamn impossible for you to live without. Besides, who said you would spend a night without me?”

“We can’t spend every night together. It isn’t healthy.”

“I told you I would never let you wake up alone. I intend on keeping my word.”

copyright © 2014 Lena Black