She moans but continues disrobing, wriggling her leggings and panties down her legs. I swear my dick is about to tear through the fabric of my pants at how excited she is. A fact I confirm when I lie her back on the couch before sliding a hand through her drenched pussy lips. She gasps, grinding her hips against my hand.
I pull my mouth from hers. “Fuck Sugarplum, we’ve got all night.”
She shakes her head and reaches for my pants, pawing at the buttons. “Then we can do it again slower if you want, but I feel like I might die if I don’t have you right now. I can’t explain it, but I’ve never felt like this before.”
Well, hell, I’m certainly not going to argue with that, not when I’m feeling the same thing. I shove my pants and briefs off before settling between her spread thighs. I lean in to pull a nipple into my mouth again. My balls tighten as I rub my throbbing length through her wet folds and flick her nipple with my tongue. I’m about to slide home when somehow rationality catches up with me.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I groan. “Shit condoms. I don’t have any.”
I swear something flashes in her eyes, but it’s so fleeting I’m not quite sure what it is before she shakes her head. “I’m good. Please don’t stop.”
After only a moment’s hesitation, I notch my cock at her entrance, slamming into the tight wet heat waiting for me.
Chapter Seven
Anya
A cry tears from me as he fills me fuller than I’ve ever been. I lose his mouth on my nipple as he starts to pull out. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I lock my feet together to keep that from happening. I reach up, latching onto his lips, and our tongues once again tangle.
I don’t know what’s come over me, but I was telling him the truth when I said I’ve never felt like this before. The burning need to be stuffed by the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen is acute.
My actions are beyond my control at this point. I’m literally just an animal in heat, needing to be bred. Maybe it’s the hormones they injected me with to increase my chances of conceiving.
In the back of my mind, I know I shouldn’t have said I was good, but the need to have him inside me outweighed all rational thought. Besides, what are the chances I get pregnant on the firsttry? I’m older, and people try for years to get pregnant. There’s a high probably I’m in that category. If not, then it’ll be a happy accident, and I’ll deal with it then, but right now nothing else matters but Thane working some kind of magic over me.
I’m in a lust-induced fog. Something about this man has me racing toward a climax faster than ever before, with much less foreplay than I usually need. His hands leave trails of tingles as they explore my body. His lips working in tandem, placing open-mouthed kisses which have me writhing.
One of his hands reaches between us, his fingers working my clit as his hips piston. I reach behind my head to hold the armrest of the couch to anchor myself against the onslaught as I climb toward the release barreling down on me. I drop my feet onto the cushions of the couch to lift my hips, bracing against the slam of his against mine. The change in angle has my walls clamping down.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” I scream as I go taut and wave after wave rolls over me. The orgasm seems to last forever as Thane continues to work my clit, prolonging it beyond what should be humanly possible.
I go limp as he spears into me twice more before throwing his head back with a grunt, filling me with stream after stream of cum. He collapses onto me, breathing heavily, his head nestled against my breasts.
“Fuck me,” he pants.
There’s no containing my bark of laughter, and his head bounces. “I’m pretty sure I just did. If that didn’t work, we’re shit out of luck because that’s all I’ve got.”
His chuckle vibrates over me, causing my nipples to pucker. This man is going to be the end of me.
“I’ll say you did. You’re a hellcat disguised as an angel, but with a body like this I should’ve known you’d be a handful. But you can damn well guarantee that’s happening again. There’sno way I’m letting you go without doing that as many times as possible or having my mouth on this pussy.” He climbs off, pulling on my hand.
I shake my head with a groan. “I don’t think I can walk.”
His grin has my pussy fluttering. “Not a problem.”
He leans in, putting his shoulder into my stomach, and the next thing I know I’m hanging upside down letting out a squeal. “Thane!”
He smacks my ass. “Hush.”
I moan at the contact and feel a gush from my pussy.
“Fuck yeah. Damn Sugarplum, if we didn’t need a shower before, we for sure do now. That’s okay. I don’t mind cleaning up my messes, but I might like to play with them first.”
His fingers run along my pussy lips, and a shiver runs through me. I thought I might die without him inside me. Now I wonder if it’s possible to die from too many orgasms, because I have a feeling I’m about to find out.
Chapter Eight
Thane
