He surged into her. Hard. Fast. Deep. The floor didn’t give an inch and the thrust was brutal, taking him all the way. Her sheath was tighter than a skintight glove. Wet. Slick. A raging fire surrounding him with silken flames. He began to piston his hips, a fury of deep thrusts, each bumping her cervix, piercing her to go even deeper.
He felt her muscles reluctantly stretching to accommodate him, but still, she was tighter than any fist and the friction sent fire streaking through his cock to his belly and thighs. Her inner muscles gripped him, clamping down hard like a vise, trying to strangle him. He let go of every thought, spinning out into space, letting the pleasure take him.
He was rough, taking her in a violent storm of powerful, hammering strokes, giving himself up to the fantasy, the perfect lover, the woman he could do it all with. Every erotic thought or dream, slow and lazy, or rough and brutal, her body accepted and craved his.
He watched them come together, his cock slamming into her, disappearing while fire streaked through him and the breath left his lungs in a heated rush. The view was erotic, her breasts moving with every hard thrust. He loved the look on her face, the stark need and the wild passion to match his own.
He rode her hard, driving in and out of her until the agonizing fire consuming them both was nearly intolerable. His cock expanded, pushing back at the tight muscles, increasing the terrible friction. She cried out, clamping down around him in a vise-like grip, her body trying to strangle his. He thrust harder, using powerful strokes, feeling the throb in her body.
He rode the wave of madness, pleasure drenching him until his body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and still he pounded into her. Her body clamped down a second time. Throbbed again.
“Now, baby.” It came out a command and he meant it that way, but he gentled his voice, praising her. “That’s my woman.” Letting her know he wanted this for her. That she was pleasing him. “Come for me. Give it to me. Give me you, Pepper. Wild. Hot. Give yourself to me.”
She cried out and her body tightened around his, clamping hard. Hot, delicious cream enveloped him, scorching him, but he welcomed the fluid, the biochemically treated honey that he’d be forever addicted to. He wanted her to have multiple orgasms, produce as much as possible of her liquid gold. It was the only way for her to ever get a respite from the terrible drive that refused to allow her peace. He was giving her that gift.
She cried out again and again, as her body rippled with another powerful orgasm. He waited for the aftershocks, breathing through his mouth to stay in control when his own body wanted to rocket with her. He didn’t allow her to catch her breath. He timed it perfectly, moving again, slamming deep, driving home to take her back up just as her body was settling.
“Again, baby, give it to me again,” he demanded, moving inside her, feeling the pleasure pouring over him.
“I can’t. I can’t, Wyatt.” Her head tossed back and forth, but her eyes clung to his and he could see the need still there.
“Yes, you can. Because I want you to. You’ll do it for me. Just let go for me. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.” He dropped his voice an octave, but he had to say it behind clenched teeth.
The silken glove was scorching hot, holding him in its fist as he slammed into her ferociously with his cock, over and over, driving deep and hard. He found her left nipple with one hand, tugging and rolling until she was crying out again, and he felt her muscles gripping even tighter.
He could feel her fighting to stave off the impending orgasm. There was fear in her eyes, but so much hunger, so much desire, he didn’t hesitate to pound into her, letting the flames take him higher.
Pepper stared up at his face, undecided if he was the very devil or not. There was no way to stop him, no way to catch her breath. She didn’t want to stop but feared he was going to kill her if her body went over the edge another time. She’d lost count and was terrified that she was the one out of control – not him.
Tension coiled deep inside her and mindlessly she shook her head, trying to deny the flood of pleasure pouring into her, melting even her bones. She was somewhere between darkness and subspace, teetering right there, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain but wanting him never to stop.
For one moment, everything in her stilled. She could hear her sobbing breathing, so ragged, her lungs desperate for air. She could hear the slap of their bodies coming together as with each stroke, fire arced through her. His hand at her nipple was relentless, pulling, tugging, and as if her nipple had a direct line to her center, she felt the spasm start there first.
Wyatt felt her body clamp down hard on his. It was exquisite. He’d never felt anything like it in his life. Her silken sheath, so hot he was burning up, dragging over his sensitive cock, making him feel more alive than he ever had in his life. He wanted her to feel exhausted, limp with sex, fully satisfied and too tired to lure other men, the biochemical drained from her body so that she had a long reprieve.
He felt the gathering in her body, starting around his cock, building to hurricane force. He tightened his grip on her hips, tilting her body to fit even more tightly with his, so he could go deeper. Around him her body rippled and gripped, while her head tossed and her body writhed, fighting off the inevitable storm as he slammed into her again and again in a kind of wild fury.
She stiffened under him, her body clamping down on his, a vicious vise. It seemed impossible to breathe, to get air into his burning lungs, but that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered to him but the ferocious joining of their bodies. He drove through the fury of the storm once more, burying himself with the flames stroking over him. He thought he might have gone a little insane, the inferno so hot and tight it bordered on pain, but there was no stopping the driving force that had him hammering into her over and over like a machine totally out of control.
Agonizing pleasure radiated from his groin to every part of his body as her body shuddered, clamped down on him even tighter, milking and strangling, a fiery massage that sent him careening off the edge of a cliff. His body of its own accord went still. He felt the pulse throb in his cock. A single heartbeat of pure anticipation.
Pepper screamed, nails digging into his back and shoulders, a wild, heart-wrenching cry as the orgasm took her with hurricane force. It ripped through both of them, every cell in their bodies, muscles, bones, radiating down their thighs to the soles of their feet and up through their bellies to chest and finally the roar in their heads.
His body shuddered, the release so violent, his seed jetting deep into her over and over again. The sheath surrounding him seemed to be made of living, breathing hot velvet, as it kept squeezing and milking long after the thunder in his ears subsided.
He allowed himself to collapse over her, pinning her to the floor with his weight, his body blanketing hers. He needed to feel her soft body imprinted on his. He kept his arms around her, refusing to allow her to withdraw from him.
“Put your arms around my neck, sugar,” he whispered softly, keeping his voice gentle. She was fighting for breath, but he could feel her sudden confusion, the wariness in her, as if suddenly, he might have become the enemy.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, her arms crept around his neck. He kissed her throat and blazed a trail up to her chin, all the while enjoying the aftershocks. He held her to him, nuzzling her ear, nipping at her earlobe.
“What are you doing?”
“Did you think we would just get up and put on our clothes?”
Wyatt lifted his head to look into her eyes. Definitely confused.
“I don’t know. I’ve never done this. Training involved me doing things to others, not them doing anything to me. I’ve never felt like this and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.” She sounded lost. Afraid. Vulnerable. “Aren’t we finished?”