Sherra swallowed tightly as his jeans and briefs were kicked free of his hard body. His cock strained toward her, heavy and engorged, the plum-shaped, purplish head beaded with pre-come and looking too tempting for her comfort.
“Kane,” she whispered, barely managing not to whimper in need. “This is not a good idea. ”
“Best idea I’ve had in eleven years,” he informed her, his voice harsh as he moved too fast for her to evade.
Before she could run, before she could even consider fighting, he had her on her back on the wide couch, his hands at the bottom of her stretchy top as he jerked it over her breasts.
“Hell, yeah,” he muttered, his hands enclosing her breasts as his lips lowered to hers. She could have fought him, she assured herself. She could have pushed away, fought her way to the
door, she could have escaped. A lie to salve her pride? Did it matter, she wondered? Because a second later his lips covered hers and escape was the last thing on her mind. He didn’t give her a chance to fight him, but Sherra knew she should have never expected him to. His lips slanted over hers, his tongue plunging past her lips as she gasped, twining immediately with hers. His tongue was cool, soothing against hers as the caress began to rub against the swollen glands, allowing the hormone contained there its freedom. Sherra had thought it would be enough, that the small relief would give her a chance to regain her control. It was the opposite of that. Everything inside her clenched and flamed in yearning. She needed more. She needed him sucking the hormone from her, drawing it into himself. The powerful demands of nature were more than she could deny. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her hands spearing into his hair as she fought for dominance in at least this one thing. Her tongue battled and twined as mewling whimpers escaped her throat until he allowed her to slide her tongue past his waiting lips.
The first draw of his mouth on the swollen extension had her body bowing tight. Sensation tore through her, a pleasure so overwhelming it knotted her womb with a convulsive shudder of agonized hunger. Her breasts were so sensitive that each stroke of his fingers over her nipples caused a helpless scream to echo past her lips, so desperate for the stroke of his cock up her pussy that she was pushing at her pants, fighting to free herself of them so he could plunge inside her. Their tongues twined within his mouth as his lips sucked at the spicy fluid that came from the mating glands. It soothed the sensitivity, the heat that seemed to fill her own tongue, but only increased the heat throughout her body.
She was mindless, so greedy, so hungry for him now that nothing mattered except the hard thrust she knew was coming.
“Not yet. ” The growl that tore from his throat as he pulled back from her lips was rough, guttural.
“First…what I’ve dreamed of, Sherra. ”
He ripped the top from her a second before he moved to her pants. He got them to her ankles before he realized he was going to have to unlace her boots and remove them first.
“Fuck it,” he snarled.
Placing his hands at her knees, he raised them, then spread her wide as he lowered his mouth to the swollen, wet curves of her aching cunt.
His tongue circled her clit with a ring of exquisite fire as he hummed in appreciation.
“You’re so damned wet I could drown in you,” he growled before licking again. It was a firm, destructive caress that went around and around her engorged clit, the sensations making her hips writhe as he stoked the fire in her pussy higher, hotter.
“Kane, I can’t stand it,” she panted, her hands clenching into the cushions of the couch as she fought to keep her sanity. “Please, don’t torture me like this. ”
A rough laugh vibrated against her wet flesh. “Torture you?” he asked gutturally. “Sherra, baby, you
don’t understand, if I don’t taste you I’m going to go out of my mind. All I can think of is the taste of your kiss, your hot little pussy. How you screamed for me, how you came in my mouth. Come for me, baby, fill the hunger and then I’ll fulfill yours. ”
She screamed his name as his tongue swiped through the bare slit of her cunt, a slow, appreciative lick as he hummed in pleasure.
“Fuck. Addictive,” he groaned. “I’ve never forgotten, Sherra, your sweet taste, your heat. I’ll die needing you…”
Sherra’s head thrashed against the couch as she cried out in rising demand. Her body was stretched, taut, every cell tightening with the rapid arcs of pleasure whipping through her. She fought to get closer, to grind her aching flesh into his mouth. The near urgency, the need for release, the clenching, brutal spasms of need flexing her womb were killing her. Her clit was a swollen knot of burning need, her vagina an ever-tightening cauldron of lust.
“Kane. God. I can’t stand it…” Her legs were trapped by her own clothing, her knees held wide by his hands as he devoured the thick syrup of her response, drawing it into his mouth, licking and groaning against her, delving into the blistering depths of her pussy for more.
“Kane, please. ” She nearly screamed his name. She couldn’t bear the pitiless convulsions in her womb any longer. Her body was in demand and only one thing would or could ease it. “Please. Please, Kane. Fuck me. I’m begging you…”
He groaned helplessly, his tongue plunging deep and hard inside her vagina, fucking her into a mindless frenzied urgency. She had never known anything so hot, or a hunger so deep. His tongue stoked the fires hotter, eating at her, lapping at her, until tremors of sensation shook her body remorselessly.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned as he dragged his head from her pulsing cunt. “I’m starved for you, Sherra. ”
He rose to his knees, his cock heavy and engorged as he reached for her, forcing her to turn as she gasped in surprise. He pulled at the ties of one boot, removed it and then slid her pants leg off as he moved between her thighs.
There were few preliminaries. The need was too explosive, she had forced them to wait too long and Kane was hungry. His cock plunged inside her, forcing its way past fist-tight muscles, stretching her with brutal strokes as his back arched, his hips working furiously as he fought to hold back the building climax. Sherra couldn’t restrain her scream of pleasure or her own writhing hips. She worked her cunt on the thick cock pistoning in and out of her vagina. Her legs clasped his hips, her back arched, and within minutes she dissolved. Hard, racking, the shudders of orgasm tightened her body to near breaking point as pleasure ripped through her. Not just pleasure…ecstasy, rapture, a blinding sensitivity she would have never believed possible if she hadn’t experienced it herself. It was almost never-ending, contraction after contraction tightening around his thrusting erection until it trapped him deep inside her, milking every drop of thick creamy seed trapped inside his balls.
His hands were hard on her hips, his male cries harsh and pulled roughly from the depths of his chest as
his body shook above her for long seconds. Finally, blissfully, the violent tremors of rapturous pleasure eased, releasing him to clasp against her, his mouth at her neck as he fought for breath. And he was still hard.
Sherra blinked back tears of weary knowledge. The Breed males were exceptionally powerful, built for endurance, allowing them to hold up beneath the intense eroticism of the mating heat. How would Kane endure it?