Becca Jameson - Fire in the Smokies

She’d never come twice in her life. Not even with her vibrator. Hell, she’d never come even once in this short a time frame. Maybe she should reconsider keeping him.

Jaxon lifted his face and glanced at her over her tangled arms. “Come, Bri. Come around my mouth.” He resumed his torture and got what he wanted.

Brianna shouted his name this time. “Jaxon. Oh, God. Jaxon.”

Her clit pulsed between his lips. He didn’t let go, dragging out the orgasm even longer than the first.

As she finally came down, Brianna yanked free of the shirt and grasped Jaxon’s head with both hands. “Inside me. Now,” she commanded.

She’d had two orgasms, but her pussy was in no way appeased. She lacked that feeling of fullness only his cock could provide.

“Are you sure?”

“Jesus, Jax. I couldn’t be more sure.”

Jaxon stood and unzipped his jeans. He dropped them to the ground and stepped out.

As he nestled in the V of her legs, he took her mouth in a long kiss, his cock pressing against her clit.

Finally, he pulled back to gaze into her eyes. At this close distance, he glanced from one eye to the other before settling back a few inches. “Brianna, this is serious. May I claim you? There is no going back. I know you’re thinking I’m loony and you won’t see me again after this encounter, but you’re wrong.”

Brianna sucked in a breath. How could he know her so well?

“Besides being bonded to me in a way that can’t be broken, you won’t want to break that connection. Your body will crave mine, demand to be taken, over and over again for several days…weeks. You won’t be able to deny the draw.”

He seemed so serious. Either way, it didn’t matter. If he could elicit this kind of response from her even one more time, she’d be on board. She already craved him like a drug. How could it get any worse?

If what he said was true by some miraculous chance, so be it. She was in.

Brianna reached between their bodies for his cock. She stroked him from base to tip. “Take me, Jaxon. Now.”

She guided him to her entrance and let go to grasp his ass with her fingers.

Jaxon pushed into her in increments. He grit his teeth as he took his time.

She wasn’t in the mood for slow though. Grabbing both cheeks of his ass, Brianna bucked up toward him, forcing him in to the hilt.

Her vision clouded for a moment at the sheer fullness. Perfection. She was born to have this man inside her. They fit together like a glove. It sounded cliché even in her mind, but it was true.

“Ahh.” Jaxon stiffened and held himself deep inside her. “Brianna… So…fucking…tight.” His words were clipped. His eyes closed.

“Move, Jax.”

“Can’t. Hang on.” He set his forehead against hers, but didn’t open his eyes. He breathed deep, a long slow inhale followed by an equally slow exhale. “Oh, fuck.” His face scrunched, but finally he pulled out and slammed back in.

Brianna let her legs fall open wider. She tipped her pelvis up to allow him the deepest entry possible. She squeezed his ass cheeks until she was sure she must have left crescent moons all over his butt.

“I’m…sorry…” Jaxon plunged in again and held rigid. His entire body jerked with his orgasm.

Brianna could feel his cock pulsing inside her. It felt better than any sex she’d ever had. It felt… Shit .

Brianna’s eyes shot open wide. She shoved against Jaxon’s chest.

“What? Did I hurt you?” Jaxon’s gaze landed on hers. He cupped her cheek with one hand. “Bri?” He didn’t pull out of her.

Brianna nailed him with her gaze, still pushing on his pecs. “We didn’t use a condom. Jaxon, I’ve never been so stupid in my life.” Why won’t he move?

“Relax, Bri.” He stroked her temple with his thumb. How could he be so calm? “You can’t catch anything from me and you can’t get pregnant right now either.”

“What? Are you crazy? How do you know?” She narrowed her gaze at the crazy wolfman trying his damnedest to soothe her.

“I’m clean. Wolves don’t carry any human diseases. We can’t catch them and we can’t transfer them. And…you aren’t ovulating.” He grinned, cocked his head to one side and actually winked at her.

“Ovulating?” Do men even know that word? “What? Now you’re going to tell me you can sniff out my best breeding time of the month? Come on…”

Jaxon nodded, his face growing serious. “I have so much to explain. But, yes. I can scent everything about you.”

“That’s just…wrong.” She finally relaxed. It wasn’t doing any good pushing against his chest anyway. He was a rock.

“I’m sorry. Normally I would have taken more time…eased you into my life…but this…snuck up on me.”

“Normally? You’ve done this before?” She bit her lip.

Jaxon shook his head. “Never, baby. And I never will again either. You’re the first and last woman I will ever claim.”

There was that word again. Claim. Perhaps she should have paid closer attention. Asked a few more questions before she essentially let this man fuck her senseless. She’d been driven by the strongest hormones she’d ever experienced.

Could she possibly consider believing what he said? He seemed so sure of himself. Men did not usually intentionally avoid condoms and then act cocky about it. Cocky. Ha. Pun intended. He’s cocky all right…

God. He was still stiff inside her.

“That went a bit too fast for me. I couldn’t hold back. Let’s try again.” He smiled, a devilish grin that made her melt. When he slid almost out of her in slow motion and then pressed back inside like a man with a mission, her body turned to goo. Her world shrank to the pleasure in her pussy.

She moaned, wishing she could hold on to a thought for one second.

Right when she reached the edge of sanity again, Jaxon pulled out. “Flip over, baby,” he whispered.

Huh? She stared at him. Was English even a language she understood?

Jaxon grabbed her torso and lifted her, helping guide her onto her hands and knees. He grabbed their shirts from under her head and stuck one under each knee.

Holy God Almighty. He was going to take her from behind? Nothing had ever been so erotic in her life. Sure, she’d had a few boyfriends, but none that were this adventurous in bed. Or in a cave …

Jaxon ran his hands down her spine, danced them really. Goose bumps rose all over her body and she shivered.

“Spread your legs, baby.” He tapped the inside of one thigh and then the other until she complied.

Her pussy pulsed. She wanted him back inside her so bad. His hands gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed. “Sexiest ass I’ve ever seen,” he murmured. “How do you stay so tan? You don’t even have bikini lines.”

“Spray.” She choked the word out.

“I have no idea what that means. You can explain later. I don’t really want to chat right now.” He accentuated his words by swiping his cock over her pussy.

Brianna rocked forward.

“So wet from both of us now.”

She wasn’t prepared for him to pinch her clit. She flinched.

Jaxon chuckled. “And still so responsive…” He laid a palm on her lower back and spread his fingers wide. “Your arousal is increasing. I can scent it,” he whispered in a deep gravelly voice. “Does it make you hot knowing I’m going to take you from behind?”

Brianna’s arms shook. She leaned lower, planting her weight on her forearms. No way could she respond to his rhetorical question.

With his free hand, Jaxon spread her pussy open. When he entered her, she had to set her forehead on her hands. God, that feels so good. Who knew?

Holding still, Jaxon snaked one arm around Brianna’s middle and held her around the waist. With his other hand, he reached around to circle her clit.