Lora Leigh - Soul Deep

“I want more,” she moaned, struggling against him as he jerked the blanket further away from her.

“Later.” He wanted her. The smell of her heat was killing him, addictive, consuming.

His lips moved to one hard nipple as he groaned when she pushed it deep in his mouth. She knew what she wanted.

“Bite me.” Her request had his blood pressure soaring.

He gripped the hard tip of her nipple between his teeth, allowing them to pinch and sensitize the little nubbin as her cries echoed around him.

Had another woman ever asked him to bite her? Had another ever relished that fine line of pleasure and pain in such a way?

“Like that?” he growled, lifting from her as hands worked at the metal clasps of the bodice before tearing it from her body.

The dress was easy. He ripped it off her. There was no time to be nice, no time to care about the decency of the act. He wanted her naked. Now.

Moonlight glossed her slender body, her rounded little belly, caused her honeyed pussy to glisten as he moved her to the center of the area and spread her legs wide.

“Damn, you’re so small,” he whispered, toeing off his moccasins before struggling out his jeans.

Finally, he was naked, as bare as she was, staring at the banquet laid out before him. She lifted to him, the sweet folds of her cunt shining wetly in the dim light.

Then he touched her. His fingers parted her, sliding through the shallow slit before circling her clit. Watching her through narrowed eyes, he lifted his hand then before delivering a light little slap to the swollen pad.

She cried out harshly, arching her hips as the scent of sweet hot woman filled the interior of the SUV.

“Play with your nipples,” he ordered her then, moving her hands to her breasts. “Pinch them. Pull at them. Show me how you like it.”

His cock was ready to explode. Her slender fingers gripped the berry ripe points, exerting more pressure than he would have, pulling at the distending buds as she gasped in pleasure.

He slapped her pussy again, using enough force to make the little blow warm her flesh.

“Yes. Oh yes…” She was panting, sweat glistening on her body as her legs spread wider.

Her clit was fully distended, peeking past the swollen lips and glistening with her cream.

God, the things he could do to her. The ways he could take her and make her love it. He wouldn’t have to hold back with her as he had other women. She rose to the little love pain, shaking and begging for more. Her eyes glittered in the darkness, her pale body shuddering in arousal.

He slickened his fingers again, testing the wash of juices from her pussy as he moved closer.

“It’s going to hurt,” he promised her. “Is that what you want, Manda? Are you sure?”

Amanda shook beneath the hard stare, so aroused now, pushed so far past reality that she just didn’t give a damn. She was dying in need, the curling, agonizing hunger worse than anything she had known in her life.

Her eyes went to his straining cock, certain her dazed senses were seeing more than was really there.

“I want it,” she whispered, her juices flooding her cunt at the thought of it. “Now. I want it now.”

He came over her slowly, his big body dwarfing hers, his muscles rippling in the moonlight as she felt the broad head of his cock nudge at her hungry cunt. And it was thick. Wide.

She whimpered in anticipation. She had once heard her brother’s wife snickering that wider was better, but she had no idea what she meant until now.

“Hold onto me,” he whispered then, moving her hands from her breasts to his shoulders. “It won’t be easy, Manda.”

She loved how he said her name.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as she felt his cock press deeper. Then she felt it spurt, just as it had in her mouth. She moaned at the delicious burn that filled her. Then her eyes widened as he pressed deeper, another spurt filling her, making her shake with the combination of sensations. She could feel her pussy relaxing, yet the arousal was building.

Oh God, he was starting to fill her. She writhed beneath him as he leaned back, his eyes going to where their bodies were slowly connecting. He held her hips elevated, his hands lifting her to him as he forged in further. Another hard spurt, a burning insidious pleasure that had her screaming his name.

Could she bear it? He was stretching her, pushing apart muscle and tissue that had never known another’s touch but her own. She could feel her pussy protesting, tightening to grip the wide head as it began to forge inside her.

“Fuck. You’re tight.” His voice was a rough, almost inhuman growl. “Relax, baby. Relax for me, just a little bit.”

She tightened further and his eyes narrowed on her.

“I’ll make you scream,” he warned her then. “It could hurt more than you’re counting on, sweetheart.”

She milked him, rippling the overstretched flesh that encased only a portion of the crest.

His hands tightened, his thighs bunched beneath hers and then she felt the breath slamming from her body as he drove the head, only the head, inside her. He was working it there then. Short little strokes that caressed her burning cunt and had her shaking beneath him.

“More.” She could barely breathe, let alone talk.

All she could do was feel. The burning pressure, the agonizing ache for more.

“Fuck.” He stopped then, shuddering. “Dammit it, Manda. Goddammit, you’re a fucking virgin.” He sounded tortured.

She tightened on him, staring up at him imploringly.

“More.”

He threw his head back, obviously fighting for control.

“Kiowa. Fuck me,” she cried, her voice ragged now. “I can’t stand it. Fill me, Kiowa…”

She screamed until she was certain her voice would break. He came over her, holding her in place a second before he thrust inside her, hard and heavy. Her juices were thick, slick, aiding the penetration as he split through the unused channel, burying inside her to the hilt in one sure thrust.

She bucked in his arms, her nails digging into his shoulders as his lips moved at her neck, curses and whispered apologies caressing her ear as he began to move. Lightning was blazing through her body, hard, explosive streaks of fire burning her, driving her higher as the pleasure and the pain combined, making her convulse in his arms as she fought for orgasm.

There was no control left for either of them. He was fucking into her, hard deep lunges that had her crying out his name as she felt each hard thrust stretching her, caressing her. He shafted her with quick long strokes that stole her breath and had her senses rioting and drove her closer and closer to the brink.

Where she needed to be.

“Kiowa…” She was screaming his name again as she felt it building in her. A conflagration in the center of her womb, tightening, building…

When it burst through her, only madness reigned. She felt herself stretching, stretching, hot pulses of fire erupting in her pussy as sharp teeth locked on her shoulder, piercing the flesh.

Her eyes opened wide, staring sightlessly upward as she felt the swelling in the cock now locked deep inside her, spurting pulse after pulse of semen deep inside her womb.

She wasn’t stupid. What she was feeling was much too similar to the joking references to the Wolf Breeds. They were created from wolf DNA. “Do their cocks knot?” one teacher had asked with an exaggerated shiver of delight.

Knotted. She shuddered again before realization slammed into her, shockingly cold as her eyes met his. She shuddered in his grip, the fear, the hunger, the insane desire for more rising within her, locking her mind into one thought alone.

“Animal…” The thought wrenched through her body, spilled from her lips as shock rocked her very foundations. The pleasure was twisting, ripping through her, taking her breath, her will, her mind.