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Amanda gripped Kiowa’s hips tighter with her knees, her gaze meeting his as she felt the hard spurt of fluid enter her before his c**k did. Whatever it was, it alternately burned and eased her. She could feel her muscles relaxing even as her arousal reached new peaks.
She couldn’t deny him. It was beyond her strength, beyond her ability to turn away from the pleasure of his touch. Whatever was wrong with her, whatever had been done to her, for this moment in time, she was more animal than woman in this hunger for the man touching her. With each hard pulse of the fluid, his c**k slid deeper inside her, stretching her, the pleasure building as fiery lashes of sensation shredded reality around her.
She screamed, just as he wanted her to, because the fine line between pleasure and pain was so exquisite.
“Kiowa.” Tears came to her eyes as she felt him fill her, sliding so deep and hot inside her pu**y that she knew she could never forget the feel of him. It would be with her forever. And that terrified her.
“God, Manda, I’m sorry.” He was panting as he worked his erection deeper, his hands clenching in the smooth muscles of her bu**ocks, spreading them erotically.
She could feel the little pinch of fire in her anal opening as he did that. The gentle pull of her flesh parting her just enough to make her anus flex in response. There were too many sensations whipping through her mind, too much to process at once as he finally lodged to the hilt inside her convulsing pu**y. Her hands dug into his shoulders as she screamed out her pleasure then, white-hot liquid fire rushing through her loins and sending her spinning on a lust-filled voyage. She was stretched to her limits, his c**k burning her, throbbing inside her like another heartbeat as his teeth scrapped her lower neck. He was going to bite her again. The little scrape of his teeth against the wound already there didn’t hurt as it should. When his tongue licked over it, she shuddered with a pleasure she couldn’t have expected.
“You’re so tight.” His words caused her to flex around his cock, tighten on him in pleasure even as fire struck her nerves from the movement.
His hips flexed as he drew back, pulling out until only the head remained before surging inside her again. It was so good. It was too good.
She gasped, fighting for breath as he caressed her with the thick width of his erection, stroking nerves she never knew existed. Her head tossed against the window of the Jeep as he began a hard pounding rhythm inside her then. There were few preliminaries, but she didn’t need any. Her juices were flowing thick and hot around him, aided by the occasional hot pulses of pre-semen from his cock. She didn’t know men did that. Or maybe they didn’t.
She whimpered as she remembered who and what was f**king her so thoroughly. And he was f**king her thoroughly. Her thighs tightened further as she fought to move with him, the controlled strokes hammering inside her kept her on the edge, held her back from the fall.
“Don’t you come yet, dammit,” he growled at her ear as she arched and writhed on the thick c**k penetrating her, impaling her. “Not yet, Manda. Not yet.”
“Yes!” She screamed her objection, bracing her knees against him and trying to ride him harder. His hands tightened on her ass for a second. Then one released her. A second later he backed from the Jeep, turning and bracing his own back against it as his hand landed against her ass. The burning little sting had her gasping, her pu**y rippling in nearing orgasm.
“Not yet,” he snarled then.
“Now.” She was shaking, the added little pain pushing her higher. He spanked her again. His hard calloused hand landed with enough strength to make her burn. She twisted, tightening her pu**y, feeling her juices flowing with added stimulus.
“Damn you,” he gritted out then. “You’re killing me, Manda. Leave me some control, dammit.”
Why? She had none left.
She tightened again, whimpering in pleasure as his strokes increased, his hands gripping her ass as he began to pound inside her. Hard. Heavy.
Burning, exquisite lightning erupted inside her womb, sending her senses spinning as ecstasy washed over with an orgasm so deep, so hard she could only cry brokenly in response. Then she screamed.
“No. Kiowa, no…”
But there was no stopping it. The swelling had already begun, stretching her, prolonging her orgasm, locking him deep inside her as his hips jerked and his throttled shout signaled his own release. His se**n spurted inside her, and she could feel it. Felt the head of his c**k locked at the mouth of her womb as each hard pulse of seed jetted inside her body. Her release built again, exploded, echoed and vibrated inside her as his teeth sank into her flesh again, holding her in place, refusing to allow her to fight the hold he now had on her.
Tears washed from her eyes as he held her close. Pleasure was a steady, vibrating force inside her body, rocking her over and over again even as fear filled her mind. What he was doing to her wasn’t normal. It wasn’t human.
Had she asked for this? she wondered distantly. Had her lustful imaginings, her need for that flare of pain with her pleasure brought her to this?
“Manda.” His teeth lifted from her shoulder.
Why didn’t it hurt? she wondered. When his canines pierced her flesh, why wasn’t there a horrible pain instead of that blinding, mind-consuming pleasure?
“Don’t cry, baby.”
He was still locked inside her, trembling every few seconds as another pulse of seed filled her womb.
“It’s going to be okay.”
Was it? How could it be?
Her tears wet his perspiration-damp flesh further as she shuddered in his arms. She could feel it. The swelling inside her was large enough to keep her pu**y flexing, to keep the echoes of her release washing through her. It was tight enough that no matter how she fought, how she shifted, it didn’t budge. It held his c**k in place, kept him anchored to her as the final hot blasts of se**n filled her. She felt the change then. Slowly, the swelling eased, too slowly. Amanda whimpered as she fought to calculate her cycles and ovulation and realized the time for this was much too close. She couldn’t allow this to continue. She couldn’t become a slave to whatever effect he had on her.
She fought for composure as he finally pulled free of her, fighting and failing to hold back her moan at the pleasure of that last stroke.
He didn’t release her though. He shifted her in his arms then carried her into the little cabin. He didn’t speak and neither did she. What was there to say?