When he pulled back from her still suckling lips he bent, gripped the bodice of her gown in both hands and ripped it from her body.
“Kane…” Her protest was filled with fear as he went to his knees, hands gripping her thighs and pulling her h*ps to the edge of the couch.
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He stared down at the bare flesh of her mound, his lips swollen with passion, his eyes darkening as the lust built.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered. “Like I did before, my mouth buried in your pu**y, my tongue driving you to orgasm.”
He would consume her. Panic flared inside her. She was so wet, so juicy from her need. That fluid contained the same hormone that spilled from the glands in her tongue, only less potent.
“Don’t.” She tried to jerk forward, a last weak protest before he could bend to her. His eyes narrowed for long seconds, darkening further as she watched angry determination begin to build in his expression. He pushed her back until she reclined once again, moving closer to her, his c**k aiming for the convulsing entrance of her pu**y.
“For now. Just this for now.” His voice was consumed with lust. “I’m not taking,” he panted roughly.
“I’m giving. See, kitten, watch me give.”
Her eyes dropped to her splayed thighs, widening as the head of his c**k parted the slick lips of her pu**y.
“Kane…” She tilted her hips, drawing her feet up until they rested on the couch edge, opening her further, allowing her to watch as he began to sink into the blistering depths of her cunt.
“Look how pretty.” His thumbs parted the pink folds until she could feel the head of his erection stretching the small entrance of her vagina as he began to push inside her. “The tightest, hottest little pu**y I’ve ever been inside, Sherra. Suck me in, sweetheart. Just like you did with that pretty mouth. Suck me in as deep as I can go.”
She held onto her ankles with a desperate grip. She couldn’t touch him, couldn’t allow herself that weakness. Her head rolled on the back of the couch, her h*ps writhing as he began to work his c**k inside her.
“More.” She was panting as he moved slowly, making her feel each inch of her tissues parting around the broad head.
She could feel the protest of unused muscles giving way to steel-hard width. The greedy wash of fluid eased his way into her, the throb of the satiny c**k head as it forged inside the narrow channel.
“No.” He was breathing roughly, taking her so slowly she was shaking, her h*ps jerking roughly as his hands clasped hers, holding them to her ankles. “You won’t kiss me, won’t let me lap at your soft little pu**y, then I’ll make up for it here.” His voice was dark, so rough it stroked her senses like a firm loving hand.
He was killing her. Stretching her by slow degrees, making her cunt walls spasm and flex in rapturous greed as he worked slowly deeper.
“Damn, kitten, you’re so pretty.” His eyes were glittering, his face sweat-dampened, his thick lashes in damp spikes as he glanced at her. “There’s nothing so sexy as watching your sweet pu**y take me. Do you remember that, Sherra? Remember how sexy it was the first time? It’s even hotter now. I swear, I think you’re tighter than ever.”
Sweat ran in slow rivulets down the sides of his face, along the scars of his chest as he suddenly slid into her to the hilt. Sherra bucked against him, strangling for breath as her cunt fought to adjust around the unfamiliar girth.
She stared back at him, whimpering at how deeply he filled her, needing him to take her violently, to slam his flesh as hard and deep inside her as possible.
“Please.” She was almost crying with the need.
He smiled tightly. “I know how you need it, Sherra. I know what you need. Give in to me and you can have it now. Refuse me and you’ll wait until I can’t stand it anymore before you get it.”
Her eyes widened. “What?” she wailed, her h*ps jerking, fighting for the friction she needed as he worked his h*ps in tight, hard circles, grinding the head of his c**k against her grasping cervix.
“Just a kiss,” he crooned softly as the knot of need tightened in her womb. “Give me your kiss, Sherra, and I’ll f**k you until you’re screaming because you don’t know if it’s pleasure or pain.”
Her kiss. Her destruction. “Kane, don’t do this to me.” She could feel the tears welling in her eyes, her body out of control, her pu**y spasming around his c**k as he slowly slid it to the entrance again before sliding back slowly, opening her all over again. “Please. It hurts. It hurts so bad.” She was crying and helpless to stop it. The punch strokes in her womb were killing her. The more he teased her, the harder they became.
His eyes fell to her abdomen, watching the hard convulsions of the muscles there each time his c**k butted against her cervix.
“I’m sorry,” she cried, emotion and fear overwhelming her. “I’m sorry, Kane. I can’t. I can’t give you what you want. I can’t…”
He cursed. A low, horrible sound of bleak acceptance before he jerked free of her body. Before she could scream out in protest he pulled her forward then flipped her over, braced her against the couch and rammed home.
Her back arched as a scream tore from her throat. His c**k was an iron-hard length of ecstasy plunging inside her now. His hands gripped her hips, almost bruising in their strength as he f**ked her so hard and fast she swore he would batter his way into her womb. And she still needed more. She shrieked with need as she lunged back into each stroke, driving him harder, deeper, feeling her orgasm tightening in her
womb with each thrust.
“Damn you.” He bent over her, his fingers delving between her thighs. Locating the hard swollen bud of her clit, he began to rub it with firm destructive strokes as he raked the tender channel of her pu**y. She was dying. Sherra felt her body tighten, felt fire erupt in her cunt, her womb, then explode so hard and fast she could do nothing but wail within the storm overtaking her.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Sherra. Come for me, baby. Yeah. Oh baby…” He was filling her. Spurting inside her as he continued to ride her through her orgasm, each thrust sending him to the very depths of her pu**y where he shot a stream of thick, hot seed at the mouth of her womb before shuttling back then surging forward for another.
Her body was soaking it up. Her orgasm ripped through her, shuddering through her bones and leaving her weak, exhausted, as she lay against the cushions of the couch. The muscles of her pu**y flexed, milked his flesh as he held himself deep for one last powerful spurt of release and collapsed over her.