Lora Leigh - Barak’s Bargain

As though the taste lit a fuse in her body, she began to burn. Her cunt sizzled with heated need, her body suddenly sensitized, her skin tingling, demanding his touch.

Mary tore her mouth from his as she struggled with the buttons of his shirt, overwhelmed with the compulsion to feel his skin against hers. His weren’t still either. They loosened the buttons of her own shirt, pushing it back from her shoulders as she did the same with his.

“Oh God.”She almost screamed out in pleasure as his chest rasped against her nipples then.

The sensitive tips were engorged and sensitive, and each brush of his chest against them had her pussy spasming in near ecstasy. His knee fitted itself between her thighs then, lifting her, forcing her to ride the hard muscled thigh as she sought relief for her burning clit.

Breeds weren’t supposed to have body hair, but there was a light downy sprinkling of it over his chest that stroked her nipples with a rasping, teasing sensation that had her pressing against him harder, needing more.Always more.

Barakmaintained only a little more control than Mary. His hands were desperate though, his mouth ravenous as it stroked over her neck, her collar bone, arrowing down to her peaked breasts.

As his mouth covered her distended nipple, his fingers worked at the buttons of her jeans. Mary’s hands were less coordinated, less effective, but she managed to unbutton his well, her hands smoothing the flaps apart as he pushed her jeans over her hips, his thigh shifting from between hers so he could work the material down.

Mary was trembling with the wash of sensations that traveled over her body as he stared into her eyes.

His gaze was filled with sexual promise, with dark male intent.

The jeans skimmed down her legs as he lowered himself before her. Excitement rose around them, the pulsing, blood throbbing exhilaration of sexual intensity filled the air around him.

He made quick work of removing her sneakers, then she could only whimper again as he removed her jeans, pulling them from her with slow, careful movements.

He knelt before her, his head level with her abdomen, his face just inches from the short, silky curls between her thighs. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place, keeping her still as he paused before her.

“Your scent weakens me,” he whispered, his voice rough, throbbing with power and with passion.

“There is nothing I crave more, Mary, than to taste this sweetness.”

The grip in her thighs tightened, forcing her to open her legs further, to give him the access he needed to taste her. Her breathing shuddered from her body now, small, tight whimpers of sexual arousal escaping her throat. Her body was burning for him, her cunt weeping in a demand she couldn’t hide or deny any longer. The slick excess of that demand could be felt, cooling against her heated thigh as he spread her.

“You are so wet, your juices are beaded upon your pretty curls,” he growled, his voice tight now from the control he was exerting.“A feast for me. Do you think it can slake my thirst, my hunger for you?”

His gaze rose to hers.The slivery gray color darkening to thundercloud intensity. Mary felt her juices flowing faster from that look, her pussy demanding his touch, the rough slide of his tongue.

“Let us see if I can do so,” he whispered when she didn’t answer him.

The first touch of his tongue sliding through her hidden slit had her going on her tiptoes in reaction. Her womb contracted with a hard, violent spasm as her pussy creamed with a small, forceful gush. His mouth was there to catch the essence of her arousal, and animalistic growl vibrating on the air around them as his tongue pushed into her clenching vagina.

She shuddered violently, her knees weakening, the strength leaving her muscles though her body energized with lust. He slurped at her cunt, licking her with ravenous intent, his tongue fucking into her vagina as his fingers held the swollen lips apart, allowing his nose to rub erotically against her engorged clit.

She would have screamed out at the torturous pleasure if she could have found the breath. As it was, only the strength of his hands kept her upright as he made an erotic meal of her juicy pussy. His teeth scraped the soft inner flesh, a rasping threat as he nibbled on pouting lips, only to have his touch shift, and his tongue plunge inside her abruptly once again.

Her strangled moans filled the air around them as she felt herself being pulled to her knees. His lips kissed up her abdomen, took a brief, hard taste of her long nipples,then covered hers almost violently.

She tasted herself, the tangy sweetness of her body on his lips, his tongue. She should have been disgusted, should have fought to pull away she thought distantly, instead of fighting him for a harder, deeper kiss.

He tore the shirt from her arms, ripping the material and tossing it aside.

“Bent over.”Violent arousal echoed in his deepening growl of lust.

He positioned her on hands and knees before him, his hands lifting her hips as he moved behind her.

“Barak.”Apprehension filled her, but not enough to dim the arousal that steadily grew inside her.

His hand moved between her thighs, his fingers running through the thick juices until his fingers were

circling the small opening of her vagina.

“Are you a virgin?” His tone was possessive, hard and rough.

Mary was suddenly more than a little nervous. Would he be angry that she wasn’t? Would he punish her?

“PleaseBarak ,” shewhispered, protesting the fear that now filled her.

“Answer me.” She felt the broad head of his cock as he nudged it against her vaginal opening.

She felt her pussy clench, felt her entire body sizzle with the threat of his invasion.

“No,” she cried out, trembling now.

“Good.” Satisfaction filled his voice. “No virgin would survive what I need this night, Mary. And I am now helpless in the need of it.”

Dark regret, shimmering lust, both filled his voice as she felt the flared head of his cock part the opening into her cunt. She tightened in reflex.

“Tight,” he whispered in a tortured voice.“So tight, Mary. You will burn me alive when I fill you.”

His fingers parted her lower lips, opening her further as he nudged the thick head inside her. Mary groaned as she felt her flesh stretch around the engorged tip as he began to work it slowly inside her.

She could hear his breath heaving in his chest, or was it her own? The head of his cock moved back and forth, working it inside her degree by degree she fought to relax the muscles around it. Inside, her cunt was pleading for him, weeping in demand.

Then, she felt a warm, forceful ejaculation from his cock into the tight depths of her cunt. He growled his own surprise, his body jerking behind her. The heated slide of the fluid washed through her, relaxing her muscles marginally.

“No,” Mary shook her head, protesting what she knew was now happening. God, the Coyotes weren’t supposed to be able to mate, to eject the fluid that both eased the entrance of their thick cocks, and heated the arousal to even deeper levels.

“Easy,” he panted, one hand gripping her hips as she knew the other gripped his desperate flesh. “Sweet Heaven, Mary, what have you done to me?”

Another forceful expulsion from the tip of his cock surged inside her. Mary bucked against him in surprise, driving the head of his cock past the entrance to her slowly relaxing vagina. Despite the softening of her muscles, the thick head still stretched her to overflowing, burning her, exciting her. The edge of pain, the forceful invasion was making her hotter, wetter for him.

“Mary,” He groaned her name he kissed her back, arched over her, his body trembling as he shuddered with another ejaculation that had her pussy clamping on him, yet her muscles losing their tight rigidity.