“No. Take them off slowly.”
She glanced up at him in the moonlight, but he kept his gaze glued to the apex of her thighs. He moved his hand along the underside of the shaft of his cock, shivering at even that light touch. His cock felt huge, heavier than he’d ever known, super-sensitive and teeming with hot blood. His balls were already tight and filled with a seed that felt like it would be released at jet-fueled force.
He lifted his testicles, grimacing as he rearranged them over the leather thong, his eyes glued to Christina’s progress all the while. He paused in soothing his aching balls when her sex-lips peeked at him from above white cotton.
“Gods,” he groaned. His hand tightened on the swollen base of his pulsing shaft. “You shaved.”
“I thought you’d like it,” she said softly. She pushed her panties down her thighs and they slipped down her legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them and for a moment just stood still in the moonlight, wearing only her white T-shirt and tennis shoes.
Saint realized that he was staring fixedly at the flushed, glistening folds of her labia while he ran his hand up and down the thick shaft of his cock. She was so aroused that he glimpsed her pink clit swelling between her sex lips. Her pussy-scent pervaded him, fogging the edges of his vision with a red haze of lust. He wanted to eat that flagrantly displayed treat, but he knew his arousal was such that if he didn’t bury himself in her soon, he’d be howling at the moon in sheer madness.
He dragged his gaze from that awesome sight and met her stare. “I like it so much that you’re going to have to pay. I’ve never dared to allow myself to feel so much need. I’m going to have to fuck your little pussy hard.”
He sensed more than saw how her cheeks flushed with blood, just as the sleek, velvety flower of her sex heated and wetted for him.
He came toward her, both of them gasping when the sensitive crown of his jutting cock brushed against the silk of her thigh. He shrugged out of his shirt and placed it behind her, covering her back and shoulders, protecting her soft skin.
She moaned in excitement when he lifted her and pressed her against the tree, spreading her thighs. He shut his eyes and groaned deep enough to score his throat when he pushed the flared head of his cock into her tight, sultry heat.
He lifted his head and met her gaze.
“Let me in, lovely.”
He felt her vaginal muscles convulse around him, sucking at him like a hot little mouth.
“Fuck,” he muttered before he drove higher into her, both of them gasping as he sunk several inches.
“I feel huge,” he mumbled under his breath.
“You are huge.”
He glanced at her and saw her small smile. He caught her trembling lower lip between his teeth and bit. Softly. Her blood whispered across his tongue, maddening him. He growled and spread her thighs wider, opening her to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her flesh gave.
She cried out, the poignant sound prey makes at the death strike, the soulful sound of a lover claimed. He paused with his balls pressed tight against her, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest he felt so much. He sunk his tongue between her lips and the ravenous urge softened. A little. The protesting ache of his cock made his eyes burn unbearably.
His flimsy restraint evaporated when she nipped roughly at his lips.
“Take me hard or kill me now, Saint.”
He blinked open his eyes, surprised. She stared back at him, her blood-red lips parted, her gaze fierce and hot. He snarled and drew his length out of her until only the rim beneath his cockhead was buried in her heat.
Then he drove back into her so hard his balls flung forward against her damp tissues. He held her ass in his hands and jerked her slightly forward as he thrust, flexing his biceps hard, crashing them together, letting his arms take the brunt of his hammering cock and not her back against the tree.
His thighs and ass strained tight as he repeated that long, consuming stroke again and again, rocketing into Christina while she clung onto him as if for dear life. A low, continuous keen of pleasure began to vibrate in her throat, the sound skipping abruptly every time he smacked their flesh together. He gritted his teeth in agony when she gripped him tighter ar
ound the waist and firmed her hold on his shoulders, adding her own strength to their frenzied mating.
Strange little detonations of sensation that he’d never experienced before began to leap up the nerves of his back every time he slammed into her consuming heat, traveling from the root of his cock and shooting up his spine in sexually charged electrical bursts. He growled, fangs bared at the untenably exciting sensation.
“I’m gonna explode inside you. I can’t stop myself. It’s gonna hurt like hell, it’ll feel so good,” he rasped.
“Yes,” she replied in a pressurized hiss. He drove into her, hard and deep, the sensitive spot of skin just beneath the rim of his cock stroking her tight walls in such an eye-crossing way that he groaned and pushed higher. When he felt her clasping pussy start to spasm around him, he sank his teeth into the succulent flesh where her shoulder and neck joined. He sucked and plunged deep with his cock…
…and completely lost himself in a torrential rush of pleasure.
Chapter Twenty-One
She cried out, her head thumping against the tree as waves of pleasure shuddered through her. Saint sunk his teeth into her shoulder and she opened her eyes wide on a different universe.