Page 12 of Running Wild


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He gave a loud sigh in response to her neediness, a wicked smile lingering on his face as he pulled her shirt over her head, and pushed her back onto the bed. She rolled across it, her body flexing, and watched as he stripped off his boots and jeans, extracting a condom packet from his pocket before he discarded the jeans. The movement of his body in the lamplight mesmerized her. His powerfully muscled shoulders gleamed as he stepped over to her, and the line of his chest drew her fingers to it. It was strong and defined and she sat forward and followed the pattern of it down to his navel, and beyond. Her fingers encircled his rock-hard cock and slid down to feel the tautness of his balls in her hands.

"Wait." He caught her chin with his hand, fixing her gaze with his. "I'm in charge here."

Objection flared inside her. Tina opened her mouth to respond, but thought better of it. Even though he wanted her, he wanted to manage and control the situation just as much as he did every other game he played. The knowledge of that made her crazy. Nevertheless, she wanted to experience him "being in charge" because the idea of it made her even more horny.

She dropped her hand and he acted on her relinquishment, unlatching her bra and baring her breasts. She leaned back on the bed while he finished his undressing of her, resting back on her elbows while he stripped off her jeans and underwear, dropping them unceremoniously to the floor. His gaze covered her naked breasts and her pussy as it was exposed, like an eager hunter assessing the terrain. When she lifted her hips to assist him she saw his cock twitch with eagerness for her and purred her approval.

He grinned and tossed the condom packet easily in one hand before taking it to his mouth and tearing it open his teeth. His every action was so nonchalantly sure, and so powerfully male, that she wanted to growl at him. Did he never show signs of weakness? Of vulnerability?

He rolled the condom onto his erect cock and she watched, her body tight with anticipation. Soon she would have him, and there was nothing she wanted more in that moment than to feel his hard shaft riding up inside her.

He

climbed over her and then paused.

Need assailed her. Her back arched up from the bed. Shaun studied her all the while. It made her restless and edgy and hot. Trailing the fingers of one hand over her breast, he cupped it in his hand and then bent over her as sucked deeply at the nipple.

Physical desperation was taking over her senses. Her hands followed in the wake of his mouth on her flesh, her fingers attempting to still the fevered nerves beneath her skin by squeezing her breasts while he grazed her nipple with his teeth.

Inside a heartbeat he pushed her arms back against the bed, pinning them away from her body. "Don't touch," he commanded. There was a warning in his eyes. "I want to explore every bit of you, before I make you come."

She gasped, amazed but thrilled, too. Then she saw it in his eyes, the confident knowledge that his actions and words would do exactly that—make her all the more needy for him. Unable to stop herself, she pouted.

"All in good time." With that he trailed the backs of his fingers down the curve of her waist, and the pressure of his knuckles on her sensitive, aroused skin made her body ripple against the surface of the bed. He circled her navel with one knuckle, and then trailed it down to the mound of her pussy, where he worked his fingertips over the plump flesh before inserting one finger between her folds and into the damp heat of her slit.

"Oh, God," she blurted, and drew her hand to her mouth to stop herself saying more.

Shaun flashed her a wicked glance then bent down to kiss her between her breasts, his mouth moving over her abdomen as if he was exploring it, learning its texture and shape. The fact that his cock was sheathed, ready and out like a totem pole made it all the more difficult for her to stay still and allow him to do what he wanted to do. It was sheer torture! She wanted to wrap her legs around his hips and force him to fill her.

"You smell delicious, good enough to eat." He prized her legs apart and buried his face deep between her thighs.

Tina moaned and writhed beneath him, her breath trapped in her lungs.

Like a starving man he devoured her, licking her folds, first one side then the other. Playfully he marked her flesh with his teeth, an action that made her grip the sheets to hold her body to the bed. The nip of pain was too delicious. It also made her wonder what else he was into, and her legs lifted from the bed, her knees sliding against him in invitation. He clasped her buttocks while he worked her pussy, mercifully allowing her to stay in that position—poised for penetration.

Soon, please, she begged silently, her hands reaching for his shoulders.

Her breath caught when his tongue began assaulting her clit. Distractedly, she moved her hands across his bare shoulders, nails drawing across his skin as he rode his tongue up and down her swollen clitoris.

He flexed his back slightly at the scratch, and then he pulled back and shifted between her thighs. Rising up on his arms, his body loomed over her. The blunt head of his cock found her opening quickly and he eased his distended cock inside. Once the crown was in place, stretching her entrance open, he paused to look at her face.

He wants to see my need, she realized. The man was insufferable!

Growling at him she drew her thighs up around his flanks, locking her ankles behind him and pulling him in, indicating her need for him. Even though she was physically begging for his thrusts there, he resisted.

"Shaun, please..." she pleaded, heat flaring into her face because she'd had to abandon every last shred of decorum and beg, her hands clutching at him. He'd got her into such a state. "I need you badly!"

That was what he wanted to hear. With a self-satisfied smile and a deep lunge, he gave her his full length, pressing right up against her center. His swift maneuver drew a primal cry from her throat, which he echoed with a husky groan that rumbled from his chest, and told her everything she needed to know. It felt damned good for him too.

Sensation flared up through her belly and beyond, prickling through to the surface of her skin at her breasts and throat. She clutched him in welcome, and felt dizzy with pleasure when a look of ecstasy crossed his face. Yes, she could match him—she could undo him as well as he could her. The knowledge made her want to equal him in every way. She bent her knees high on either side of him and took him deep inside her, matching his every movement stride for stride, a pant freeing from her throat each time their bodies met.

When their strides became fevered, he ground his hips into her. She cried out, clutching onto his body with claw-like hands. He pulled back slightly as his shaft swelled high up against her, but she followed him, moving like a wild creature beneath him. She clung to him, her hips grinding, her pelvis pressing her clitoris hard against him for relief.

"Harder," she cried out, and he plunged into her with a grunt, sliding his shaft almost out and then deep inside again and again. Her back arched so that her hips curled right up to him to take his thrusts. Then the ability to pursue conscious action began to melt away as orgasm approached. She let him take the rhythm, all the while crying out, "Harder Shaun, harder," until finally hot ripples spasmed through her, moving in dense circuits over her body as his cock throbbed and glided against her drenched sex. When he came, she was still in the grip of her orgasm, her body carried by a hot tide of pleasure.

"Vixen," he whispered, close against her ear, his breath catching on the words. "I haven't finished with you yet."

"What?" She lay back on the bed, breath scratching back into her lungs.

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