He positioned her as he wanted her, bent, braced against the stone, as he spread her thighs as far as her pants allowed.
“Kane,” she whimpered hungrily as she felt him bend, the blunt head of his erection sliding against the slick flesh of her over-sensitized pussy.
“Damn, baby, you’re so hot,” he whispered, one hand gripping her hip as he pulled at her, forcing her to rise to her tiptoes, to create the height needed to lodge the flared head at the entrance to her vagina.
“There, Sherra,” he groaned. “Hell yes, baby. Just like this. ”
She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming as he began to bore inside her. Slow rotations of his hips worked the hard flesh inside the gripping tissue of her pussy as she fought to breathe through the pleasure streaking through her.
“Trying not to scream, baby?” he asked her tightly, both hands at her hips now as he screwed inside her. Sherra couldn’t believe the eroticism of the act. Bent over, her pants at her ankles as Kane fucked her from behind, his cock worked inside her with rhythmic, powerful strokes that had her praying she wouldn’t scream from need of him.
“You’re cruel,” she groaned, resting her head on her arm as she thrust her pussy on the smooth impalement. “Don’t tease me like this, Kane. ”
“Oh, baby, that’s not teasing,” he assured her gently. “Now this, darlin’, this is teasing. ”
She moaned helplessly as the strokes slowed but were no less devastating. Sweat began to dampen her body as electricity sizzled along her nerve endings. She panted, whimpered pleadingly, all in vain as Kane whispered his joy of her. How hot. How sweet. How tight…
She tasted blood as she bit her lip, fighting against his hold as she began to crave the deep, driving thrusts she knew he could give her. She wanted him slamming inside her, throwing her into the near violent orgasms that overtook her when he did so.
Instead, it was slow, measured thrusts. Deep, gentle penetrations that stretched the snug muscles and had her gripping him with a cry of longing, pulsing around his cock as he came over her, his lips settling on her neck.
“Kane, I can’t stand it,” she groaned as he retreated, returned, paused and retreated again only to renew the cycle.
“You have to stand it,” he panted. “It’s killing me, Sherra. You’re killing me with pleasure and I can’t stand the thought of letting you go. ”
He was pumping inside her, smooth, strong thrusts that were too slow, too damned teasing and only built her need higher. She was gasping for breath, her hips writhing as he restrained her, her pussy clenching convulsively around the steel-hard shaft driving her insane.
“If you don’t fuck me, I swear I’ll castrate you later,” she groaned as his hips twisted, his hand lifting her
as he sank deeper inside the burning depths of her vagina. “I mean it, Kane,” she cried out. “I can’t stand it. I need it harder. ”
“Ahh, baby, all you had to do was ask,” he groaned, his own voice strained now as the pace increased. Sherra felt her breath catch in her chest as her eyes closed helplessly. All her senses were centered between her thighs. The feel of his cock shafting her with hard, digging strokes, raking over sensitive tissue, stretching it, setting her on fire as he began, finally, to fuck her in earnest. Their moans mingled in the dark confines of the tunnel, whispered gasps, female Feline growls of hunger merging in a symphony of lust and need.
Sherra moved back to him, driving him inside her, deeper, harder, feeling the smooth expanse of his cock head butting against her cervix as the knot of tension began to build within her womb. She was shaking, her legs trembling, her muscles tightening as Kane’s pace increased further. The sound of damp flesh smacking together, the sucking of her pussy around his cock all combined with the moans and filled her head with a screaming demand she knew she could no longer deny. Her fingers clawed at the stone, her back arched as she drove herself harder on the wedge of flesh parting her, pistoning inside her now with hard, powerful strokes. A low cry built in her throat, then grew in volume as the conflagration of pleasure suddenly exploded from her womb and rushed through her body.
Kane was only a few strokes behind her. His teeth raked her neck as he drove in deep, then he bit her—
he actually bit her—making her scream as another surge of violent reaction overtook her, shuddering through her body, bowing her back as she felt Kane’s cock pulse, his semen, hot and rich, spew inside her.
“We’re going to kill each other like this. ” He was breathing roughly long minutes later as he steadied her before weakly adjusting his pants and then helping her with hers. Her hands were shaking, her body still racked by occasional shudders of pleasure as the echo of her orgasm worked through her.
“Yeah well, I did try to warn you. ” She tried to inject a small measure of waspishness into her tone, but it was impossible with the languor stealing over her. Damn, she could sleep now if there was a bed handy.
She drew in a deep, relaxing breath, then stilled. She felt her heart suddenly race in her chest, fear exploding in the pit of her stomach.
“What is it?” Kane rose from picking up the flashlight.
She turned, drawing in the scents from one end of the tunnel, then from the other.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “L
et’s go. Fast. Somehow we’ve triggered an explosive. ”
It was close, but she didn’t know how close. She could smell the damned thing heating up, preparing to blow, and knew there wasn’t a chance in hell of finding it. According to the strength of the explosives it could be contained behind them, or the force of it could blow out the rest of the tunnel. With her and
Kane inside it.
They ran.