Megans Mark (Breeds 6)
"I followed. " She gasped breathlessly. "I did, Braden. You know I did. I waited until you went first. "
He growled fiercely, nipping at the soft lips he was licking, sending currents of whip-sharp pleasure tearing through her womb as she felt the finger press at her rear, parting the tiny entrance.
"Bad girl," he accused darkly, his head lowered farther, his tongue working closer to her needy pussy.
"Oh, God yes," she screamed as his tongue plunged inside the weeping entrance. At the same instant, his finger pierced the entrance of her ass.
The alternating fire and pleasure tore through her. She didn't know if she should beg him to stop or beg him to continue.
There was no begging for anything with Braden. There was nothing but gasps filled with desperation, the need to breathe, to climax, as he built her pleasure higher, hotter, drawing every nerve ending to fierce, desperate attention.
What he was doing to her was destructive, mind-blowing.
"Turn over. " The harsh command sizzled across her senses as images, hungers, desires whipped through her mind.
She whimpered as he turned her, pulling her hips up, pushing her knees beneath her. His hand landed on her ass, stinging, fiery, blending with the overload of pleasure and driving her higher as her hands balled into fists, crushing the fabric of the comforter between them.
"What the hell was that for? She panted, turning her head to glare at him over her shoulder.
The sight that met her eyes left her stunned. His hand was descending again, the slight smack burning through her flesh as his expression burned through her mind. Intent. So savagely lustful it stole her breath.
"Promise you will follow, Megan. " His hand smoothed down her stinging flesh until it moved between her thighs, cupping her pussy.
Oh God, she was so tempted. But a promise was a promise.
She would have to do her best to keep it. It would kill her. He would insist on protecting her.
She turned, burying her face in the covers as she felt him part the cheeks of her ass, his fingers moving dangerously close to the already tormented little entrance there.
"Say it, Megan. " He growled as she felt him probing at the anal entrance.
"Tell me, and I'll give you what you need. Otherwise, I'm going to have what I want instead. "
The tip of his finger pressed in as a long, keening cry left her lips. She couldn't give him that much control. It would never work.
She shook her head desperately. Surely she could hold out. He wouldn't hurt her. She knew that much about him.
Whatever he did to her would make her mindless with pleasure instead.
Her thoughts scattered at that moment as she felt his finger slide deep, hot and thick inside her rear. The fiery pleasure was unlike anything she could have imagined.
His finger was slick, the lubricant covering it cool to her overheated inner flesh. But nothing could dim the fires igniting inside her.
The sensations filling her were more than physical. It was more than pleasure. As she knelt before him. her shoulders right against the mattress, her rear raised in preparation of his invasion, she began to understand what he wanted her to feel. To know.
Submission.
Not weakness. Not protection or a sense of smothering restraint. What she felt sent her flying headlong into a knowledge that she knew would change her forever.
The spanking had only primed her. The short, fiery slaps of Braden's palm only drove her higher, made her hungrier. The blending of pleasure Braden's fingers stroking her pussy, dipping in, filling the slick recess of her vagina, had her screaming for orgasm. The pain, a light spanking, the fingers working inside her anus, opening her, preparing
her, was driving her mad.
"There, baby. " The rough croon stroked her senses as finally, blessedly she felt the blunt tip of his cock stroking against the back entrance rather than his fingers.
She couldn't believe she was backing into him, desperate mewls of need escaping her lips as his thick width began to press in, stretching her, burning her.
"Oh my God. Braden. I don't think_"