His fingers gripped her nipple, tweaked it, plumped it, alternating caresses of fiery splendor with delicate strokes as his c**k f**ked her mouth.
“Hot little mouth.” He grimaced. “Fuck, you love this, don’t you, pretty girl? My dick filling your mouth, controlling it?”
Oh, she did. She was flying on it, each snarling growl, each purring hiss as she pleasured him. Driving not just him insane but herself as well.
And she was losing control. The need to taste him, to feel his release, was overwhelming her need to play, to tempt and control.
Her fingers moved on the shaft, stroking him as she gloried in the hard-driving rhythm of his c**k in her mouth. The pressure at the base of his erection lessened, and within seconds a roar filled the cavern as he drove into her mouth, his hands locking her head in place as his se**n began to spurt into her.
Hard, deep pulses of release forced her to swallow, to moan, because the taste wasn’t unpleasant. It was silky, smooth, dark and masculine. Like a heated storm, filling her senses with the rich taste of him, her soul with the knowledge that she would never forget it.
“Damn you!” He moved again, flipping her to her stomach, his hands pulling her h*ps high as he covered her.
And just that quick she felt his c**k pushing into her.
“Fuck. Too tight.” His hands clenched on her h*ps as he pulled back, pushed forward, working his way inside her as her back arched and a high, keening cry left her lips.
She had never made such a sound in her life. But she did now. Her h*ps rocked against him, her juices flowing, easing his entrance, preparing his way as burning spears of almost painful sensation whipped through her.
“It’s too much,” she suddenly screamed, the feel of his c**k parting her, stroking hidden nerve endings, burrowing inside her.
She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t survive it.
“The hell it is.” His voice was so rough, so deep that she could hear the animal inside him fighting to be free. “It’s not enough. Not yet.”
Her fists clenched in the blankets beneath her as her head fell to the bed, her upper body collapsing. Another scream tore from her throat as he surged fully inside her, impaling her, invading her.
“Please. Tanner, please…” She was shaking apart, shuddering so hard from the pleasure that she didn’t know if she would survive.
“That’s okay, baby,” he panted behind her, moving, drawing back, surging in return.
Her eyes closed against the sweat dripping down her face, the burning in her body.
“It’s okay,” he repeated. “Remember? I took notes. I know what you need.”
Be prepared. The Breed motto, she thought irrationally as he began to move inside her. Long, hard thrusts. Each stroke sending biting impulses of sensation through her, working through her vagina, her womb, her muscles tightening, preparing.
“Not yet.”
She screamed, her voice so hoarse now that the sound barely registered as the strokes inside her lessened, built, lessened again.
This wasn’t teasing. This was torture. This was a pleasure so destructive it stole her breath.
“Please…,” she begged. “Don’t do this. Please don’t tease me.”
“Tease you, baby?” His hand smoothed over a buttock. “I wouldn’t tease you, darlin’. Only please you. Please you so much.”
He drove in hard and deep, pulled back slowly, then thrust in with a striking surge of pleasure so hard, so swift she nearly blacked out.
“Harder again,” she gasped. “Please. Please, harder again.”
Hard. An impalement that had her reaching back for him, her fingers gripping his thigh, her nails digging into his flesh at the same instant that his hand landed on her rear in an erotic little slap that threw her higher.
Stars danced in front of her closed eyes; her muscles were so tight she wondered if she would ever relax again. She just needed a little, just a few hard thrusts, that was all. Just a few.
“So sweet and hot,” he panted over her, coming fully over her as his legs spread her thighs further and his thrusts continued to power inside her. “Keep tightening on me like that, pretty girl. Milk me with that sweet pu**y. Give to me. Give me everything you’ve never given before.”
Was there anything left to give?