“There is nothing I want more than to sink into the snug heat of your pu**y,” he groaned as he let his lips find the mark he made at the bend of her shoulder. “To feel that sweet, wet heat snug around my dick. Sucking it with all the pleasure you gave when you took it into your mouth.”
Her hips rolled, grinding against his fingers, fighting to get closer to the broad head of his c**k as it tucked against the folds of her cunt.
“When you come, triggering my own release, the feel of your pu**y clenching on the mating knot would take me to my knees if I did as I’ve fantasized and f**ked you against a wall.”
“Please.” The cry was torn from her.
“Ah God, how I fantasize about you,” he whispered, nipping at her shoulder. “I dream of watching you suck my dick, Liza. Watching as it parts your lips, feeling your hot little mouth working over it.”
A rush of slick, heated warmth flooded her pu**y as electric flares of intense sensation whipped across every cell of her body.
“You’re ready to come for me, just at the thought of it,” he growled, his lips moving to the mark at her shoulder again, brushing over it, sending another, sharper burst of wild pleasure tearing through her. “While my teeth were locked at your pretty shoulder and my dick was locked in your tight little pu**y, I thought I would die from the pleasure.”
Shudders raced through her body as she turned her head to the side, intent on begging for his kiss, pleading for the taste of it as the overwhelming addiction kicked in with a force that had her whimpering.
She couldn’t bear it. What had been merely a desire for his kiss earlier was suddenly an agonizing, imperative need. A hunger she couldn’t fight and didn’t want to deny herself.
He was waiting for her.
As her head turned, the fingers of his free hand locked in her hair, pulling her head closer as his bent to her, his lips catching hers, his tongue surging between them.
Instantly her lips clamped on it, her tongue pressing against his, stroking, drawing the lush, spicy taste to her mouth as the mating hormone spilled from the tightly swollen glands beneath.
The wild, sensual elixir sank into her system immediately. Suddenly, every touch was more intense, each sensation so vividly erotic that she was nearly driven over the peak of ecstasy with each new touch.
This was rapture.
His lips covering hers, his tongue f**king past them, pumping the heated hormone into her, infusing her with such a powerful, unending hunger that she knew she would never be free of it.
She would never be free of him.
As he kissed her, the light, teasing strokes against her clit were suddenly gone. His hands gripped her hips as he braced his weight on his knees and elbows and drew her rear sharply upward.
He used his knees to press her thighs farther apart, stretching them open then guiding the throbbing head of his c**k to the flexing entrance to her pu**y.
With each harsh beat of blood through her veins her pu**y clenched, spasmed with incredible need.
The first, searing spurt of the pre-seminal fluid inside the desperately sensitive opening tore a cry from her as his lips smothered it.
She was screaming into their kiss as sharp, shocking forks of painful pleasure began attacking her vagina, her clit. It radiated through the intimate flesh and tormented, tortured her with a hunger she lost control of in one heart-stopping second.
Her hips slammed up and back, taking the head of his c**k fully in such a sharp, blinding thrust of stretching pleasure that she had to tear her lips from his to release her cry—to breathe.
The intensity of the hunger, the need, the flood of pleasure and rushing demand for more were flying through her like comets spiraling out of control.
Each pulse of the fluid spurting from his c**k had her pu**y rippling, clenching, desperate for more.
Her fingers desperately gripped the edge of the mat, locking into the heavy material as she held on tight, the rioting ecstasy clashing, raging through her body as he pulled back, then buried the throbbing crest inside her once again.
It pulsed, flooded her pu**y with searing heat as the hormone-rich fluid filled her once again.
Nerve endings were suddenly more sensitive, coming alive, pushing closer to the surface of her flesh as though desperate to feel each throb of his c**k inside her.
Working his hard width inside her, stretching her, burning her tender flesh with ecstasy, Stygian rocked against her, possessing more and more of her soul even as he possessed each inch of her inner flesh.
The stiff length of his c**k parted her entrance, pushed inside, filled her ever more with each thrust, until one hard stroke buried him to the hilt inside her.
A cry tore from her lips, meeting the harsh, primal growl that left his throat as his chest covered her back once again. Holding her hips elevated, his thighs bunching and tightening against hers, he began working the broad length of his c**k inside her, thrusting, stroking, pushing in over and over again. Each driving invasion sent her inner muscles spasming around it as nerve endings screamed out at the ecstatic sensations digging into her senses.