Bite Me Harder (Guardians of the Deep 2)

Arsenal. Like I’ve got a bag of tricks. If that’s the case, I just pulled out my pistol, screwed on the silencer, and pulled the trigger. Mentioning his dead brother’s name was plain stupid.

Finally, he turned his face her way and his fingers walked across the sand and found hers. He lay his fingertips across her knuckles and watched their hands intertwine. With his face still pointed downward, he lifted his gaze to see her smile, and the look on his face was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen in her life. A surge of electricity ran through her body, a wanting that she was tired of trying to control. The moment he’d stepped into her life and had saved her, she’d felt a longing in her bones, a wetness between her legs, and she was ready to explode. Her pussy was ready to melt in his presence, and she hadn’t been fucked in so long.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Ignoring his words and going on her gut instinct that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him, she threw a leg over him and straddled him on the beach. Sex wasn’t the endgame here. Trust was. This guy didn’t want to be tamed and she had no interest in constraining him. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, but she couldn’t let him slip back into the ocean without knowing she was into him, and she hoped he’d return the sentiment.

“Every beast has a soft spot for one woman,” she said. “I could be that woman. You’ll never know until you give yourself the opportunity to be loved.”

“Love,” he said.

It was way too early to be talking about the four-letter word, but of course, that was the endgame. What woman doesn’t want to be held by biceps as large as his, and be squeezed tightly and reminded that she was the calm in his storm? This could be her only chance to steal a moment from him. He’d appeared out of nowhere, her super hero in the darkness, and he could vanish as quickly.

She didn’t wait for his response but kissed his mouth hard. His lips remained solid and strong, refusing to open for her. He was stoic, but she was patient, and as she closed her eyes and pretended he wanted her as badly as she wanted him, her mouth softly opened over his and bore down, her lips caressing his and let him know, in total silence, that it was okay to open himself up. Finally, his mouth loosened, and his lips parted for her no more than an inch, but that was all she needed. Her tongue swiped at his bottom lip, and he released, giving in to her passion. She felt his jaws relax and finally, his tongue met hers. The slickness of his mouth was unbelievable, like a silky ribbon gliding across her lips and wrapping around her tongue, trying to tie a bow around it. The coolness of his body gave his outer shell a statuesque feeling to it, but inside, his mouth was warm, and his total devotion was relayed in that one kiss. She felt at home.

When his hand reached to the back of her head, she knew she had him. He grabbed her hair and clenched it in his fist, controlling her movement, and then she was no longer the one kissing him. He lifted her, hoisted her over and onto her back where he spread her legs and pinned her to the ground, making her fully aware that she’d become his woman.

Sylvia’s shorts were a thin fabric and under that was only her bikini bottom, but it was enough of a barrier that his cock could push against it and reach her lips, but he couldn’t penetrate her. It didn’t matter. She rocked her hips, enjoying the feel of his stiffening cock between her legs. To fuck him now might ruin it, even if she was completely into him and knew she would give herself to him eventually. He was a beast, a predator, and he was used to taking what he wanted. She needed to make him work for it.

Yet, she couldn’t stop her hand from reaching between his legs and grabbing hold of him. He was so fucking thick that she couldn’t wrap her fist all the way around him. Not even close. His growl filled her ear and she wanted so badly for him to rip her shorts off and take her. Sylvia had never been shy about her sexuality. She was a modern woman and knew what she wanted. She’d had one-night stands, not that she was proud of it, but she’d gotten what she wanted at the time. This was one of those times where her pussy ached so badly she thought she could only stave off the desire with penetration. Her body wanted Coby, her pussy throbbed for him, and she was dangerously close to giving in.

“You controlled me tonight,” he said into her ear.

She found his mouth and kissed him hard again, not knowing what he meant, but knowing how fucking sexy it sounded.

“It wasn’t the sound of your friend that stopped me, it wasn’t her words, it was you. I saw you watching me, and I didn’t want to be that monster in front of you.”

Oh my God. Fuck me, Coby. Rip my shorts off and show me that monster you claim to be.

Her inner voice begged for him, but she remained tame. Suddenly he pulled away from her and sat back on his haunches, his cock hidden in the shadows but undoubtedly stiff. Mentally, she urged the moon to slide to the left and circle around the night sky, so it could shine its natural spotlight down on Coby, but the moon wouldn’t play nice and she was robbed of the opportunity to catch a final glimpse of his manhood.

“Come with me,” he said.

“Umm…go with you where?” she asked.

He nodded toward the ocean.

“You’re a shark,” she said. “How would I go with you?”

“Never mind,” he said. “That was stupid. I was speaking without thinking. Of course. You can’t go with me. You should go back to your friends.”

“Wait, what?” she said. “I thought we were getting along.”

“Yes,” he said. “But I’m not like these people. I don’t sit around the campfire and tell stories. I don’t live in a cabin. I’m a savage, Sylvia. I swim, and I eat, and I fuck.”

“I like swimming,” she said. “And I like eating and I definitely like…you know…I like fucking.”

She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. Shame washed over her and suddenly she was thankful the moon had resisted her charms, because darkness had become her friend, hiding her reddening face.

“You’ll find a good guy for you,” he said. “But I’m afraid I’m not it.”

He stood and stepped closer to her, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her softly on the lips.

“I think we both got carried away tonight,” he said. “My head is a mess and you soothed me. You controlled me. You calmed me. But I can’t afford to be soothed, controlled, or calmed right now. I need to find that great white and break its fucking neck.”

“Can’t you do that, like tomorrow?” she asked, feeling the ache in her pussy pound, pulsating and wishing he’d throw her up against a tree, bend her over, and fuck her good.

“You’re safe now,” he said. “I’ll come back to make sure nobody fucks with you. But I need to go.”

He kissed her once more and then turned and ran into the ocean. In the moonlight she was pretty sure she saw a fin break the water’s surface.