His hand moved to her abdomen, stroking its way to her parted thighs. She almost screamed when his fingers, thick and hot entered the narrow, soaked slit of her pu**y. She opened her eyes, seeing his grimace of pleasure, the raw lust that transformed his face. Then in amazement she saw his arm lift, his hand moving to his mouth.
Two fingers glistened with the frothy cream of her body. She whimpered as he took them into his mouth, his eyes darkening on a sigh of ecstasy as he tasted her. His lashes lowered, becoming heavy with sexuality, his lips were fuller, his face tense, tight with the needs that surged through his body as well.
“You taste as delicate as spring, as hot as summer,” his rough whisper sounded tortured. “I have never tasted anything so good, Merinus.”
“Oh, hell. You like to talk,” she moaned. “Oh God, I never could stand that in movies. It’s too sexy, Callan.”
He smiled, the curve of his lips tight.
“I want you to know how hot and sweet your body is, Merinus,” he told her darkly, moving, edging lower along her body. “I want to tell you how I’m about to lick that sweet cunt of yours, eat that delicate cream from your body.”
Her h*ps jerked involuntarily to the rough growl in his words, as well as the words themselves.
“Ask me to eat you,” he demanded roughly. “Say the words for me, Merinus.”
“Oh, God.” Her eyes widened as his face poised over the desperate, aching part of her body. He was watching her heatedly, his eyes glittering, savage, hot.
“Say the words for me,” he repeated. “Give me permission to devour you.”
Merinus licked her lips, panting hard as he spread her legs further, his fingers barely glancing over the moisture glazed flesh.
“Yes,” she moaned, shaking, desperate for the touch. “Eat me, Callan. Please lick me. Lick me now—”
Her head fell back, a hard shudder wracking her body.
His tongue rasped through the slit of her lips from bottom to top. Slow, sliding, erotically rough and so hot she felt her flesh melting. His hard hands gripped her thighs, holding them apart when she would have clenched them around his head.
“Mmm,” his low moan of pleasure vibrated against her clit. She felt the small bud throb, beg. Merinus gasped for breath as he licked her, his tongue dipping into the tight entrance of her vagina, swirling around, gathering more and more of her taste as his heated growls of pleasure echoed against her body.
She was mindless now. She could feel the sensations building, her skin tingling, the pressure increasing in her cl*t as he stroked around it, over it, sucked it lightly into his mouth.
“Oh yes, suck it.” The shocking words erupting from her mouth did little to dim the haze of need sucking her in, as his mouth sipped at her flesh. “Oh yes, Callan. Yes. Just like that,” she was almost screaming now as he suckled her cl*t deeper, harder. “Please. Oh please—”
It was building in her. Her body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in her reaching for his mouth, the hot draw of his lips, the moist wash of his tongue. It was killing her, killing her with pleasure, building, increasing. She could feel her heart struggling to keep up with the demands her arousal was placing on it. It beat hard and fast, bursting through her veins, a pleasure in and of itself. Then one hard male finger slid past the soft folds of skin. His mouth suckled her cl*t faster, his finger pushing inside her, filling her, burning her.
She heard her scream as the pleasure burst inside her. Desperate, hard, her h*ps bucked and she felt herself dying. Her cl**ax was like a tidal wave, tearing through her, heaving her body, shaking it, shuddering through it, destroying her as she held tight to his hair, praying for some anchor to hold her to earth. It was never ending. Hot pulsing relief spasmed through her cunt, causing it to grip tighter about his plunging finger, soak his hand, her thighs with a rush of liquid that would have terrified her at any other time.
Then his mouth was there, devouring the release, his tongue plunging into her vagina, building the pleasure again as the sandpapery texture of that organ rasped her tender flesh.
“I’m going to f**k you first,” he growled, his body moving powerfully, his hands lifting her as the thick head of his c**k lodged against the entrance to her vagina. “I’m going to f**k you until you scream again, Merinus. Over and over. Scream for me, baby.”
She screamed. One hard thrust buried the thick, steel hard erection into her body to the hilt. She felt his scrotum slap against her bu**ocks, watched his hard face twist into a grimace of sublime pleasure, his eyes closed, his body arched, tight, tense.
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Callan fought for breath, for control. She was so tight and hot around his cock, her muscles gripping him like a slick, velvety fist. Control. He had to fight for control. He could control the raging lust beating at him, demanding a hard, fierce ride. She was tossing beneath him, her h*ps bucking, driving him harder into the soft flesh of her cunt, grinding against him.
Gritting his teeth, he eased back, wanting to scream himself at the incredible pleasure from the friction of her flesh against his. His c**k was so sensitive it was nearly unbearable. He could feel the small barb-like protrusion emerging from beneath the head of his cock, slowly, unfolding from its former hiding place. He prayed. He prayed to a God he had once doubted that it would bring her no harm. That the once inactive portion of his cock, the small, curved, hard protrusion would not bring her harm. Because there was no way he could stop.
She squirmed beneath him, fighting for breath, her body damp with perspiration, her female honey coating her inner thighs, as well as his. He thrust inside the tight depths of her body, groaning on every stroke at the tight heat clasping him, the sensitive swell of the barb raking her tender flesh, driving him insane with the pleasure it washed over his body.
He gritted his teeth against the sensations as he braced his body over Merinus’. She was bucking against him, her head twisting against the sheets of the bed, arching desperately, begging now for release.
“Callan—” Her plea was a hard gasp, a breathless moan as her hands went to his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin.
His sharp growl at the added sensation surprised him. He felt his c**k swell, pulse. He drove against her harder, deeper, one hard hand spanning her hip as he held her still, the other under her shoulders, arching her br**sts to his devouring mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her nipple was hard, succulent, the grip on his c**k tightened each time he drew on it.