“You’re killing me, Kiowa.” She strained toward him. “Threaten me later, f**k me now.”
He growled, a low warning sound that had chills of pleasure racing up her spine.
“You’re pushing your luck.”
“Then spank me and show me the error of my ways.” She rubbed her br**sts across his bared chest, gasping at the sweet pleasure of her shirt rasping the sensitive little nubs. His hand tightened on her wrists as the other hand moved from her head to the front of her shirt. A second later the sound of material rending nearly had her climaxing. Who knew it could be that sexy, having the clothes torn from her body in such a way?
“Kick off your shoes.” His voice was a hard, warning hiss of lust and danger. His black eyes were gleaming with hunger, his cheeks flushed with it, lips kiss-swollen and heavy with sensuality.
Amanda kicked her shoes off slowly, using her toes to nudge the footwear off before kicking it away. The smell of sex, sweet and heavy, filled the air. Her arousal, his, they mingled to create a scent addictive and overpowering to the senses.
His free hand went to her jeans then, pulling apart the snap before jerking the zipper down. His hand pushed into the opened flap as a ragged groan tore from her lips. His fingers slid between her thighs, two moving through her slit to tease the entrance to her pu**y.
“You’re so wet you’re about to soak those jeans.” He leaned forward, his lips settling on the wound at her neck before his tongue licked over it.
“Kiowa. This is cruel,” she whimpered as she strained against him, desperate for a deeper, harder touch.
“You’ll learn not to disobey me, Amanda.” He sounded stern, dominant. A rush of juices flooded his fingers as she gasped at the pleasure his voice brought, the thrill of defying him and enduring his punishment.
A breath of mocking laughter sounded at her ear. “You think the pleasure will compensate for the punishment,” he asked her softly, his teeth tugging at her earlobe. “That a Breed male doesn’t understand how to make his woman submit, Manda? Do you think nature didn’t allow for such female stubbornness?”
She bit her lip, shuddering in his grip then. She was straining in excitement, her oversensitive body so aroused she knew it would take very little to send her careening over the edge. His hand slid back, his fingers caressing from the entrance of her vagina to the straining nub of her clitoris but never giving her enough for satisfaction. Before she could guess his intentions he released her wrists, only to pick her up and carry her to the sofa.
Moving faster than she, with her dazed senses could struggle, he had her jeans stripped from her body before flipping her over his lap.
“Kiowa.” She howled his name when his hand landed on the upraised cheeks of her ass. It burned with a fire that shot straight to her pu**y.
His hand landed again on the other cheek a second before his fingers dipped between her thighs, spearing through the thick juices that lay on her cunt and spreading them back.
“There.” His voice was hard, thick with hunger as he massaged the delicate opening to her anus a second before the third slap was delivered.
Amanda jerked against him, crying out in pleasure as she felt the tingling warmth whip through her body. Once again, his fingers moved to her pu**y, dipping into the unlimited well of cream that spilled from her body and drawing it back. This time, his fingertip sank into the tight entrance of her anus. She writhed across his lap, fire spreading from nerve ending to nerve ending as she screamed his name.
“Stay still.” He tapped her ass again, a bit harder in warning, but it only served to drive her deeper into the sexual madness consuming her.
“Do you know how pretty you are?” he asked her roughly, his fingers dipping into her pu**y again.
“Your ass is turning a soft, soft pink, parting for me, giving me a clear view of this…”
His finger sank into her tighter entrance again as he pulled her cheeks further apart, opening her, straining the muscles that clenched him.
He pulled back, his finger slipping free, only to deliver another sharp caress to the rounded curves of her butt. It was thrilled, pleasure-pain, an incredible feast of the senses that Amanda knew, that mating heat or not, she could have never resisted.
Kiowa’s calloused hand was sensually rough, the short, sharp smacks to her tender flesh burning through her sanity and making her wild, making her desperate. She needed him now. Needed his c**k filling her, burning through her pu**y as she erupted with pleasure.
Then his fingers moved back to the wellspring of slick juices easing from her, drawing them back, lubricating the little hole between her bu**ocks so his finger could sink deeper inside her. She was impaled there again, fighting the unfamiliar penetration as her senses luxuriated in it. Fire bloomed in her anus, spread through her loins and wrapped around her straining clit. Then it was gone. She cried out, her hips bucking, pitching back as she fought to keep from begging for more. His hand landed on her rear again. Several sharp, stinging smacks that drove her close to the edge of release, leaving her teetering on the precipice and begging for more. Just a little more. Just enough to pitch her over.
“Kiowa please…” she begged long seconds later, her butt burning, her pu**y in flames as he paused to smooth his hand over the sensitive flesh.
“Please what, Amanda?” he asked her, his voice dark and seductive. “Please don’t touch you? Please don’t pleasure you?”
“No,” she wailed. “Kiowa please, it’s killing me.”
His finger sank into the tight little hole again, causing her to press back to him, to drive him deeper inside her as her pu**y rippled in impending orgasm.
“Do you think it’s going to be that easy, baby?” he asked her, his crooning tone all the more savage for the dark sexuality in his voice.
He pulled back before thrusting inside her again, moving his finger easily in the juices that now lubricated the tight channel. Amanda tried to spread her legs wide, to gain enough support to thrust back, to intensify the friction.