“Rule.” One hand gripped one of his wrists as the other tore at the blankets beneath her. “Just do it. Oh God, I don’t know if I can stand this.”
Pleasure was a racking, torturous ecstasy as he took her slowly. So slowly, letting her feel every inch of his c**k ease inside her, parting her with the wide, blunt head, staking claim, branding her inner flesh with erotic heat.
“That snug little cunt sucks at me like a hungry mouth,” he groaned, the explicit words more involuntary, an expression and extension of his pleasure more than anything else. “Fuck yeah, suck me right in, baby. Tighten that hungry pu**y around me.”
A half growl, half snarl left his chest as she did just that involuntarily to the sound of the sexy order.
“Dream of this.” He pushed in deeper, his hips flexing, driving his erection inside her another inch, pulling back, sinking in again as she began to writhe beneath him.
It was so good.
It was too good.
She didn’t know if she could survive it. If she could survive the coming explosion.
“Rule!” She tried to scream out for him as he suddenly powered inside her.
Taking her in a single, deep stroke, burying his c**k balls-deep inside the tight inner shudders of her pu**y as sensation began to pulse, to throb inside her senses as she felt her orgasm building.
“God, I feel your pleasure,” he groaned as she stared back at him in dazed, nearly uncomprehending hunger. “It surrounds me, Gypsy. Strokes me.”
As his did her.
Pulling back, he drove inside her again, but this time, he didn’t pause. He pushed his arm beneath her hips, lifted her hips and began f**king her with a hunger torn out of his control.
If he’d sensed her pleasure, she swore she had to feel his. The ultra tight, rippling flesh gripping him, stroking him as he sank to the very depths, his c**k head burying itself in giving flesh, as if the blunt crest had buried itself in liquid lightning.
Pleasure struck at the sensitive crest, wrapped around the shaft, stroked and flicked and licked with electric pleasure that only built with each inward stroke until he was shafting inside her harder, the pleasure climbing, taking her, sealing her to him, until it suddenly pierced both their senses with blow after blow of such ecstasy that Gypsy wondered if they would survive it.
Her pu**y tightened further around him, flexing and rippling as the first hard jet of his release pulsed inside her. Then that swelling extended from his shaft, just beneath the head of his cock. It became quickly erect, tucking in that narrow crevice behind her clit and increasing the sensation, the brutal pleasure with bolt after bolt of sensation even as the pulse of his release ejaculated inside her.
When it was over, his weight partly collapsed upon her, the rest boneless against the bed, exhaustion seeped through her. Through every muscle, every bone and cell, until it came to a shadowed, hidden part of her soul.
But Rule knew it was there. When he had found it, why he hadn’t tried to force it open, she wasn’t certain.
An impression of gentle chastisement touched her senses then.
No, he would never force it from her.
He would never take it from her.
It was hers to give as nothing else ever could be.
It was more precious than her love, more dear to him than her laughter or her smiles, she realized.
Gypsy tentatively released the final shield she’d built years ago between herself and anyone who threatened to touch her heart.
But Rule had done more than threaten to touch it. He owned it. He owned every part of her, even this fragile, so very vulnerable part of her soul.
For the first time in nine years, Gypsy gave her trust.
Completely. Willingly and without hesitation she bound herself to her Breed, both man and inner beast.
He found the energy to lift his head, to brush his lips against hers, then meet her gaze.
They didn’t have to speak.
They could feel.