Leopard's Wrath (Leopard People 11)

His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs strumming her nipples. “I love how responsive you are.” He tugged and rolled, even pinched and flicked until her breath was coming in ragged pants and she was so damp she was slick.

“Kneel up, Ania.”

She did as he said, and it put her exactly the height she needed to be when he stood.

“I want you to give my balls a lot of attention. Make them ache for you.”

He was close. So close she couldn’t resist bending a little lower, tilting her head up and running her tongue over his heavy sac. Between. Around. She stroked caresses with her tongue. Cupping him gently in her palms, she squeezed and massaged, all the while using her mouth to suck, kiss and lick until she heard his breathing change and his fist tightened around his shaft.

“Now my cock, baby. Lots of attention. Make me think you worship it.”

Maybe she did, after what he’d done to her with it. She could see herself in love with that part of him when maybe his bossy ways weren’t nearly as hot. Although there was something very hot about him giving her orders in the bedroom.

She licked up the shaft and all around the rim. Her hand went to replace his at the base, but he shook his head. “I don’t want your hands on my cock.” His gaze burned into hers and, once again, his eyes glittered with that feral, wild look that was terrifying and sexy at the same time.

She used her tongue to get him very wet and then she took the crown in her mouth, her tongue dancing over it, under it, stabbing, flicking and then stroking. She took him deeper, only an inch, but he stretched her lips just as he’d predicted and there was just a little moment of panic at the thought that he controlled how much of him was going into her mouth. At the thought, more liquid spilled between her legs, making her slicker. Needier. More wanton.

She sucked hard, switched to licks going up his shaft and teasing his velvet crown before once more taking him into the heat of her mouth. Even to herself, it was hot. He caught her hair in one hand and held her head still while he pushed himself deeper. Her gaze shot to his. He didn’t look away, but he held himself there and she began to suck.

At first, she was tentative, but then the feel of him in her mouth, the sexy way she knelt between his legs and his sac brushing against her chin got to her. Ania loved the way the hair on his thighs teased her breasts. He began to move his hips, pulling back to give her a breath and then sliding in.

“You look so fucking sexy, Ania,” he whispered. “I love the way your lips look around my cock. It’s so hot. Your mouth surrounding me with all that scorching heat. Can you taste me? I want to come down your throat, but you’re not ready for that.”

She would have taken him that way or tried to. The way he was looking at her gave her everything she needed and more to do whatever he asked, but she concentrated on hollowing her cheeks and sucking him when he pushed deeper and dancing her tongue up his shaft when he was giving her a breath.

Twice her hands flew up to his cock when he pressed deeper and she was alarmed. He shook his head. “Put your hands on your breasts. I want you rolling your nipples. When I’m in your mouth, baby, you think only about my cock. Nothing else. Just that. If I push deep, swallow. Breathe through your nose. Suck hard, but don’t pull away and don’t try to control what’s happening. When your mouth is on me, it’s all about you giving me everything.”

She understood, and she forced her body to relax. He’d given her nirvana. She wanted to do the same for him. She began to think about his shape. His size. The things that made his body shake and his breathing change. She wanted to memorize every inch of him. Stroke her tongue along that prominent vein and dance over the vee under the crown.

She didn’t realize at first that she was taking him deeper until she felt his entire body shudder, and her lashes lifted so she was looking into his eyes. He forced his cock from her mouth with a hiss of need escaping. His hands were already pulling her up.

“On the bed, Ania, hands and knees. Face away from me.”

She crawled back onto the bed and did as he asked, her entire body already so slick, so sensitive, crying out for him. Her legs were trembling. Fingers of desire dancing up and down her thighs. Darts of fire ran from breast to clit, and deep inside her sheath spasmed in anticipation.