She sucked at the head of his cock, tightened the draw of her mouth, increasing the movements of her tongue against the sensitive underside of the iron-hard flesh.
“Take it, damn you … Take my dick, baby … all of it …”
The first eruption of silky, hormone-rich semen hit the back of her throat, followed by another.
Sensual greed took over. The taste of his release had her sucking him with abandon, desperate for each taste as she swallowed his release and felt the need raging through her increase.
Hard hands pulled at her hair as he forced her head back and drew her quickly to her feet. In the next instant he pushed her around until her back was to him, placed his hand under her knee and pushed her foot to the shower seat built along the wall. And before she could draw a breath his erection was parting the folds of her desire-slick inner lips.
A pulse of heat as the pre-cum hit the entrance; a second later nerve endings became so sensitive, so desperate for touch, she could barely breathe through it.
His head bent to hers, his lips caressing the shell of her ear. “Your pussy’s wet, Cassie. So hot and wet and sweet.” As he held her steady, his hips shifted, his cock pushing inside her. “So fucking tight.”
Another ejaculation of the pre-seminal fluid shot inside her, sensitizing, searing her with increasing sensation.
She co
uldn’t stop her cry, part pleasure, part pain, as her inner flesh began to give way to the intrusion.
Oh God, he was so thick, stretching her, working inside the snug entrance with firm, determined thrusts.
“Sweet, tight pussy,” he growled as the Breed pre-cum shot inside her again. “So fucking hot … take me, baby. Take all of me …”
Panting cries fell from her lips as she backed into each thrust, needing more. She was dying for him, desperate for each inward stroke, each lance of agonizing pleasure.
“It’s good, Cassie,” he crooned, his voice guttural, roughened with his pleasure. He pulsed again, harder this time, the ejaculation of hormonal fluid building her need, the sensitivity of her flesh and her lust. “So tight around my dick … sucking me in …”
She screamed as the next thrust buried him to the hilt inside her.
She could feel every inch of his cock as it stretched her, throbbed inside her. Her vagina gripped, rippled around the intruder and grew increasingly sensitive with each pulse of pre-cum. Her inner flesh was rippling with need, clenching, tightening, giving way to the heavy erection, stretching around it as each nerve ending blazed into brilliant life.
Her vagina flexed, spasming in intense pleasure at each ejaculation, greedily taking the fluid that somehow allowed a female to such an excess of flesh inside her. To take what she knew would soon result.
“Please … please …” She had no idea what she was even begging for at this point.
The sensations were more intense, driving deeper, harder inside her than before. The driving excess of pleasure, pain and desperate hunger was all she knew, all she could process.
“Easy, baby.” He groaned as another hard pulse of heat infused her flesh. “Damn, you get tighter every time I fuck you. Greedy little pussy sucking at my cock.”
His hips moved, flexed, the thick length shifting inside her with devastating results.
There was no warning. Her orgasm tore through her, blazing through her senses in wave after wave of a pleasure so violent she could barely process the sensations.
“Fuck me … damn you … fuck me …” That was her cry, her demand, and even as it fell from her lips she couldn’t make herself care about language.
The world blurred around her as he began moving, nearly drawing free of her, pushing back, hard, hammering thrusts until she completely dissolved.
The peak of the extended orgasm was cataclysmic. The pulse of his release, the thickening of the Breed knot inside her, stretching her further, throbbing hot and—God help her—giving her agonizing pleasure.
Each hard throb of the swollen flesh was a pulse of release. A hot flick of lightning-sharp sensation that went beyond pleasure. Buried deep, the head of his cock nudging at her cervix, his semen unimpeded as it shot to the very depths of her body.
And as he destroyed her, his arms surrounded her, held her secure against his hard chest as she sobbed out in ecstasy. His teeth bit into her shoulder; his tongue probed at the wound. He held her, whispered her name, eased her as the knot held him locked inside her, extending the pleasure until she lay limp against him.
She was only barely aware of him pulling free of her sometime later. Turning off the water, he lifted her hair with one hand and quickly managed to secure a towel around the sodden length. Then, picking her up, he carried her back to the bedroom, and laid her gently in her bed.
She lay, floating in satiation and exhaustion, but still aware of him. Aware of his cleaning their combined releases from between her thighs before drying her gently.
When he moved, she assumed he was finished, that he’d go back to the television, leave her lying alone. Instead, when he returned, he pulled the towel gently from her damp hair and began rubbing the moisture from it with a dry towel.