Megans Mark (Breeds 6)

really wasn't. And she wasn't begging, she assured herself. She just couldn't breathe enough to make her voice firmer.

"You mean like this?"

She screeched as his tongue swiped through her aching slit, from the entrance to her hungry pussy to the swollen nub of her clit.

Harsh tremors shook her body as she reached for release, only to hear his heated chuckle as he sent a breath of air to tantalize her aching flesh.

"You're evil. " She panted, straining to get closer.

"That wasn't evil," he growled. "This is evil. "

His tongue flickered over her clit, the touch so whisper light that the taunting strokes only pushed her arousal higher without allowing her to explode.

Her hands clenched in his hair, pulling at it, her ragged moans demanding relief. A sharp nip to her thigh had her stilling for a second. Only a second. The eroticism of the small bite caused her to shudder as her head whipped back and forth on the mattress.

"Stay still, minx," he ordered, his voice growing darker, hotter as she strained against him. "Let me do this. "

His head moved lower, his tongue reaching out to rim the flooded entrance of her pussy.

"Mmm, delicious. " He lapped at her, licking with such sensual destruction that she swore she was going to go up in flames and disintegrate into ashes before he ever gave her relief.

She moaned, a low, pitifully desperate sound that she knew she was going to blush over later. But for now, the pleasure was sweeping through her, rocketing through her bloodstream and building in intensity.

"Like that, baby'!" His hands slid from her knees to her inner thighs, his thumbs catching at the plumped flesh of her pussy to open her further.

She nearly wept as his tongue began to tease at the opening, flickering, licking, lapping at the juices easing from her. The vibration of his growling moans was another caress streaking through her.

"I hate you. " She moaned with a spurt of laughter as his teasing threatened to steal her mind. He was killing her.

He laughed, a low wicked sound that sent shivers racing over her flesh.

"That's okay, baby," he crooned. "I like the way you hate. "

His tongue sank inside her, parting the clenching muscles, licking at the sensitive flesh and sending her exploding as her hips arched and the breath rushed from her lungs.

One thrust. That was all it had taken. One deep, powerful thrust of his wicked tongue and she was exploding around him, melting, burning beneath the erotic lash of each caress.

She was barely aware of him moving, able to do no more than gasp as he flipped her to her stomach before pushing her knees up, forcing her to hold her hips from the bed. In that position, she was open to him, completely defenseless as she felt him rub the head of his cock against her quaking pussy.

"So pretty, Megan. " The growl in his voice was deeper now, more primal.

"So wet and hot. "

He pressed against her, the wide crest opening her, stretching her with unbelievable pleasure. "There, baby. " He came over her, covering her as he began to work his cock into the gripping muscles of her pussy.

God, it was killing her. He was hot and thick, spreading her open, caressing nerve endings she had never known existed until he possessed her.

Megan whimpered as her fists clenched in the blankets beneath her, her eyes closed, aware of nothing but Braden taking her, holding her beneath his powerful body, his tongue caressing her shoulder, his teeth raking it as he thrust slow and easy inside her.

She shuddered, clenching around him as she pushed back, eager to take every inch, to experience once again the amazing pleasure she knew she would only ever find with Braden.

"There, baby," he crooned at her shoulder, placing stinging little kisses there as he began to move inside her.

"See how sweet and tight you are? Like a snug little glove created just for my cock. "

His explicit words had her moaning in excitement, the gravelly, growling sound of his voice piercing her womb as his erection tunneled through her pussy with increasingly hard strokes.

The air around her began to pulse with hunger. His. Hers. The smell of hot sex, sweat-soaked bodies and lust filled the room. Braden's growling moans, her desperate cries echoing around her. The sensations weren't just pleasure—they were desperate, grinding, furious sex.