what she was putting them through. Yet, she couldn’t stop. If she stopped, she would splinter. If she gave in, the pain she had held inside for so many years would tumble free, destroying them both.
“I can’t.” She trembled as he came to her, standing before her, his c**k gleaming with the pre-come beading at the tip.
Sherra licked her lips in hunger.
“What eases the pain, Sherra?” he asked her. “What makes it better?”
She shook her head. Nothing eased it, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the glistening, mushroomshaped head of his cock.
“Your mate’s se**n eases it,” he told her softly. “Sexual release and my seed spilling inside you. I can give that to you, Sherra.” He stepped closer as her lips parted involuntarily.
“I can’t force you,” he said softly. “I won’t force you, but by God I’ll make sure you’re so hot you can’t walk straight if you don’t do it willingly. I won’t let you run. Take the gown off, Sherra. Let me give you every drop of what you need.”
What she needed was his c**k shuttling hard and deep inside her, pumping into her in mindless orgasm, his seed filling her hungry womb with rich, potent heat.
“Kane…” she whimpered desperately as her tongue slowly ran over her lips, moistening them a second before the tip of his erection brushed them.
With a tortured cry she leaned forward and enveloped the head in her mouth, sucking it in, tasting the salty sweetness of his come on her tongue as it mixed with the potent spice of the hormone releasing in her mouth.
Ah, God. She worked her tongue over the hard flesh, greedy for every lick now, every taste, every ragged moan out of his mouth as she began to consume every inch pressing back to her throat. She wanted more. Needed all of him. Her hands gripped his h*ps as she suckled at him strongly, filling her mouth but still never managing to take the full length.
“Sherra, baby.” His hands gripped her hair. “Oh yes, kitten, swallow my dick. Eat it all up, baby.”
The explicit words flamed in her mind. Before, during the night in the labs, he had held back. She had sensed him holding back in both his needs and his words. He wasn’t holding back now. He was taking her, showing her the man he was and the need vibrating in his body. Sherra took the wide head deep inside her mouth, her tongue working on the sensitive underside as she tried to open her throat for him. He was thrusting in and out with long, controlled strokes, his breathing hard and heavy, rough amid the slurping, gasping sounds of wet hunger that spilled from her lips.
“Ah yes. Swallow it, baby.” His c**k was throbbing hard, pulsing against the back of her throat with each thrust. “Milk my c**k with that pretty mouth. Come on, baby, take it. Take it all, sweetheart.”
He was moving faster now, harder, his flesh swelling on her tongue as she sucked and licked with greedy abandon until she felt the first hot pulse of creamy fluid erupt at her throat.
His hands were tangled in her hair now, holding her close, sliding his c**k as deep down her throat as it would go as he released stream after stream of hot, silky liquid down it. Sherra swallowed desperately, tasting him on her tongue, in her mouth, filled with the excess of his release as he cried out above her.
When he pulled back from her still suckling lips he bent, gripped the bodice of her gown in both hands and ripped it from her body.
“Kane…” Her protest was filled with fear as he went to his knees, hands gripping her thighs and pulling her h*ps to the edge of the couch.
He stared down at the bare flesh of her mound, his lips swollen with passion, his eyes darkening as the lust built.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered. “Like I did before, my mouth buried in your pu**y, my tongue driving you to orgasm.”
He would consume her. Panic flared inside her. She was so wet, so juicy from her need. That fluid contained the same hormone that spilled from the glands in her tongue, only less potent.
“Don’t.” She tried to jerk forward, a last weak protest before he could bend to her. His eyes narrowed for long seconds, darkening further as she watched angry determination begin to build in his expression. He pushed her back until she reclined once again, moving closer to her, his c**k aiming for the convulsing entrance of her pu**y.
“For now. Just this for now.” His voice was consumed with lust. “I’m not taking,” he panted roughly.
“I’m giving. See, kitten, watch me give.”
Her eyes dropped to her splayed thighs, widening as the head of his c**k parted the slick lips of her pu**y.
“Kane…” She tilted her hips, drawing her feet up until they rested on the couch edge, opening her further, allowing her to watch as he began to sink into the blistering depths of her cunt.
“Look how pretty.” His thumbs parted the pink folds until she could feel the head of his erection stretching the small entrance of her vagina as he began to push inside her. “The tightest, hottest little pu**y I’ve ever been inside, Sherra. Suck me in, sweetheart. Just like you did with that pretty mouth. Suck me in as deep as I can go.”
She held onto her ankles with a desperate grip. She couldn’t touch him, couldn’t allow herself that weakness. Her head rolled on the back of the couch, her h*ps writhing as he began to work his c**k inside her.
“More.” She was panting as he moved slowly, making her feel each inch of her tissues parting around the broad head.
She could feel the protest of unused muscles giving way to steel-hard width. The greedy wash of fluid eased his way into her, the throb of the satiny c**k head as it forged inside the narrow channel.