Hoarse cries tore from her lips, falling into the pillows as he continued to push inside her, in and out, working each inch inside her with a patience that was killing her.
She wanted him pushing inside her, thrusting with hard, long strokes, f**king her with the hunger she could feel raging inside him.
With each spurt of the heated fluid inside her, the desperation for it grew. The need to have him pounding inside her built with a vengeance.
“More.” The smothered moan was involuntary, a cry tearing from her lust-ridden senses as he pushed fully inside her, burying his c**k to the hilt in the tight depths of her pu**y. “Please, Stygian, please.”
The heavy flesh throbbed inside her, the blood pounding through the heavy veins and vibrating against the inner walls tightening around it.
“Please what, baby?” He groaned, coming over her, his knee braced beside hers as he gripped her thigh and ground his hips against her rear.
“Yes. Oh God, yes,” The shattered cry felt torn from her as bursts of ecstasy raced through her body.
His c**k stretched her until she was certain she couldn’t take more. Until she knew that without the addition of the mating knot becoming erect along the shaft there was no way she could accept the additional width.
Another heated spurt of pr**cum filled her, the Breed hormonal fluid sinking into the sensitive flesh, tightening it even as it enhanced the ability of the tender tissue to accept the width it was taking.
However it did it, each spurt made her hotter, made the need to experience the hard, driving strokes inside her more brutal.
“Damn. Ah hell, baby. Keep doing that.” Stygian groaned at her ear. “Keep stroking my dick with that sweet, tight little pu**y.”
Her pu**y tightened further. The involuntary clench of the muscles surrounding his flesh dragged a harsh cry from both of them.
“So f**king good,” he whispered, his lips moving to her neck, his tongue taking small tastes of her flesh as his teeth raked it. “Ah, baby, you’re so f**king hot, so sweet and good, I could stay like this forever.”
But his hips were moving, grinding against her, his c**k flexing inside her, the pr**cum shooting harder, hotter against her inner walls as the hunger rose with each second he lingered inside her.
“Please.” Her ragged moan was almost impossible to utter as pleasure sent jagged forks of sensation tearing through her womb and across her clit. “Please, Stygian.”
“Tell me, mate.” He nipped her neck erotically. “Tell me what you want. How do you want me to please you?”
The long, midnight dark strands of his hair fell around his face to caress her arms, the tops of her br**sts. The soft warmth, so at odds with the hard flesh and powerful muscle of the man taking her was a stimulus that nearly pitched her into complete rapture.
The need for orgasm was overriding. It was in every throb of her heart and every rapid pulse of blood through her veins. It was in every moan, every cry, and every breath she drew.
“Fuck me,” she cried, the desperate, ragged sob tearing from her chest as hunger reached a fever pitch. “Please, Stygian, please f**k me, hard—Oh God…”
Moving, pulling back then lunging forward, Stygian set a hard, fast rhythm that had her crying, begging, pushing back into him with each forceful, shocking thrust inside her pu**y.
Each hard, heated stroke inside the overheated depths of her cunt had her back arching, her hips lifting and incoherent pleas falling from her lips.
Yet he was in no hurry to find his release. He was in no hurry to push her into orgasm.
As the wide shaft delved repeatedly into the saturated depths of her sex, his large hands roved from her hips, up her stomach and to her br**sts.
Cupping the swollen globes as he pushed inside the aching depths of her pu**y, he growled at her ear, his thumbs tweaking her ni**les, sending rioting fingers of electric sensation pulsing through her body.
When she swore she could take no more, that the pleasure would destroy her, his hands moved from her br**sts, making the return path to her hips. There, one hand gripped the quivering flesh as the other slid caressingly over the curve of her rear.
Pulling back, forcing her to release the sensual clamp on his cock, his fingers slid between the cheeks of her rear. Returning in a hard, bold thrust, a calloused fingertip pressed against the forbidden entrance he found there.
Instinct had her stilling. Pleasure had her shuddering as she waited.
Stygian never paused. Moving against her, filling her, retreating, shafting inside her with increasingly hard strokes as the pleasure built with brutal intensity. At the same time, the hand at her hip moved lower and with the other, spread the curves, sending a prickling sensation pulling at the hidden entrance.
With each hard thrust inside her, the sensations at her rear increased. The parting of her flesh, the tip of his finger rubbing against the puckered entrance, sliding lower to gather her juices and ease them back, rubbing, pressing, sliding. Pleasure built to a golden haze that obliterated everything but the driving, uncontrolled race to release. To that moment when ecstasy slammed through her body and, somehow, Stygian pierced her soul.
Liza dug her nails into the cushions of the couch, panting for air as the overwhelming pleasure suffused every particle of her being.