Animalistic (Tiger in Her Bed)

And the pleasure was unbelievable. After she had grown out of her teenage hormones, she’d always thought sex was more of a chore than something enjoyable. But with Trent, she could feel herself getting addicted all over again. She wouldn’t mind holing up in this room for a week with him with just their naked lust, trying every position in the Kama Sutra, fucking their brains out until they were both chafed and raw.

With Trent, she wanted to try everything.

He watched her reaction as he fucked her with increasingly rapid thrusts. “Good?” he inquired.

She could only nod. Words were beyond her now. Her brain seemed incapable of mustering a coherent answer. He had reduced her to such a state that she came at the slightest provocation.

“I can make you feel even better, babe. You belong to me, and this pussy is mine. From now on, I’m the only one who can satisfy you like this. No one else.”

His arrogant words rang in her ears. She could feel everything. The impossible hardness of his flesh. The texture of his shaft. The coarseness of his pubic hair. Everything male about him. Her pussy fluttered around his rock hard cock and already she teetered a the edge of another orgasm. He slipped a hand between them and rubbed her clit.

That sent her over the edge instantly.

She came with the speed of a lightning bolt and her pussy flooded with wetness.

“Ooh, I like that,” he noticed the new wetness on her thighs and knew that it was time to change things up. Trent suddenly withdrew and flipped her over onto her stomach. He was inside her again in a heartbeat and fucked her ferociously from behind.

God, oh, God, she was wild-eyed. She clawed the bed sheet and moaned. Taking him in this position felt so amazing. Each thrust made her toes curl with pleasure. She tightened her muscles, choking his hard cock just for fun.

His reaction was as expected. He laughed and slammed into her harder. Oh, God, she loved having him so deep like this. Their flesh made obscene sounds as he fucked her over and over, and the fire of their lust incinerated her sanity to cinders. She came again. A climax so powerful it bordered on agony. She screamed hard as she soared into oblivion.

And Trent was far from finished.

She was drenched in sweat and juice and her new lover had a bigger appetite than she had expected. And the worst part was that she liked it—she liked this ferocious side of him. Her own body seemed hungrier than ever, even after all those orgasms. She wanted more. She’d take anything he could give.

Trent grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her, pinning her to the mattress. He kneed her thighs apart and arranged her into a position he liked. His breathing was heavy. And just like her, his body was covered in perspiration. When he pulled his cock out to change the position, she found herself wishing silently, almost screaming. Put it back in, please, I beg you…

Satisfied with what he saw, he was inside her again.

She could almost cry with joy. But any coherent thought she had was lost in the process when Trent started thrusting, fucking her in short, and shallow bursts. Her mind was swept blank, the only thing she could think of was the unadulterated pleasure she felt. The way he immobilized her added to the pleasure. She was at his mercy.

And she loved it.

Especially when he lowered himself, truly pinning her on the mattress and started nuzzling behind her ear. She couldn’t stand being kissed there. That was her weak spot. By now every cell in her body screamed with manic need. She needed to come and she needed him to come with her. Because without it, she wouldn’t feel complete. Her lust was visceral, sharp and primal and her heart hammered in her throat. She was almost there. Just a bit more.

Unconsciously, she began to beg him. And it seemed to make his thrusts even more insistent. He fucked like a jackhammer. He slammed into her, over and over, until a sudden climax ambushed her in mid-slam. An orgasm so volatile, she thought she was going to die. She shuddered as Trent jerked behind her, flooding her cunt with his seed. Her pussy milked him to his last drop.

For a while, they didn’t talk. She felt like all of her bones had liquefied into pudding. Every part of her body tingled with the aftermath of their mating.

Trent disengaged and pulled her into his arms. “Are you okay?”

Ah, the good and caring Trent had returned. She quite enjoyed the ‘evil’ side of him. “I’m okay. You?”

That made him laugh. “If it were up to me, you wouldn’t be able to go to work tomorrow.”

She laughed too. “It was… intense.”

“It was.”

“I loved it.”

“Did you?”

“Very much. Although, I think I’d like a bath.”

“I’ll bathe you.”

“Oh yeah?”