corded strength of his muscles made her feel weak, needy in some incomprehensible way.
His lips caressed hers, tasting, savoring, like he couldn't taste her enough. His excitement drove her own to new heights, and she plunged her tongue into his mouth, moaning as he sucked it like a succulent treat.
She whimpered in the back of her throat, dragging her nails up and down his back, rubbing her mound against the ridge of his cock to ease the ache there. It hurt, like an itch needing to be scratched.
He tore his mouth away, trailing brokenly along her jaw. “You taste so good, Maggie,” he said roughly against her neck, sucking and leaving cooling wet aches in his wake. “I can't taste enough of you to appease my hunger.'
He worked a wet, burning swath up to her ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth.
Chills slipped down her spine, making her skin tingle with awareness. He shifted his grip, sliding his hands into her panties to stroke the bare skin of her ass as his tongue danced in her ear.
'Oh,” she gasped on a faint moan. She'd thought she burned before, but the feel of those hard, callused palms caressing skin that had never so much as seen daylight sent her senses reeling.
Her cunt sizzled with hungry need, demanding his touch, his hands all over her, inside her. He burned away her shyness, leaving her wanting, needy for more.
Maggie dipped her head back, biting her bottom lip as he kissed the front of her neck, working a knee between her thighs until it rubbed intimately against her cleft.
The movement spread her, leaving her labia sensitively vulnerable to the hard ridge of his thigh.
She moaned as he sucked a spot at the cords of her neck, cupping her bottom possessively to bring her up hard on his leg. It rasped painfully good against her swollen clit, notching up the need for relief. Her cunt clenched on her desire, wetting her lips in preparation for their joining.
She wanted him so badly. The desperate compulsion to feel him inside her burned her, turned her feverishly hot.
Recklessly, she pulled at his shirt, anxious to feel his skin against hers so that she could burn the fever out of her system.
Sensing her urgency, he stepped back, releasing her bottom only to rip her shirt up over her head. The loss of connection lasted only a second, and then she was working his buttons, her fingers clumsy in the dimness and with her own desperation.
He chuckled and pushed her hands away, peeling off his shirt as she opened his fly and let his pants fall down his legs. His erection fell into her hands, hot, the thick veins almost seeming to throb to the frantic beat of her heart. It was huge, weighty, and seeing it, feeling it in her hand made her pussy weep anew with a plea to have him inside her.
A sense of ultimate femininity assailed her, leaving her weak in its aftermath. She wanted him stretching her sensitive muscles, deep inside. She wanted him to pound into her, hurt her, anything to take the emptiness away.
'I need your cock inside me,” she whispered, cupping his cock in a taut, torturous grip. He closed his eyes a moment, throwing his head back as she boldly pulled him and rubbed her thumb over the head and collected the bead of pre-cum moisture nestled there.
He groaned, a deep, masculine sound that reverberated in his chest with dark passion. Maggie gave his shaft a pull, enjoying her power over him and the barely restrained strength of his passion. She sensed a wildness hovering beneath the surface, a wildness she'd called.
It thrilled her to have him so on edge. The danger excited her implicitly. She didn't feel like herself. This woman was alien, too bold and hungry. But she liked it. “Could you give me everything I need,” she said, pumping his dick, moving until the head rasped against her mound.
He opened his eyes, dark, blazing with passion. “I will take you in ways you never dreamed possible.'
He didn't give her a chance to escape, not that she would run, but his sensually dark smile made a thrill of warning rush down her spine. Without a word, he pushed her hand away and trapped her in his arms, scooping her off the floor. He carried her to the bed, settling her down before covering her with his body.
His arms locked as he hovered above her, his hair falling around his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with carnal light. “I thirst for you as I've never thirsted for anyone.” He lowered himself until his lips were inches from hers. “Your kiss cannot slake it,” he growled with carnal threat.
Maggie whimpered as he descended roughly, crushing her into the mattress as he kissed her. Her nipples brushed his chest, growing engorged and sensitive. If she didn't feel his mouth there she would die. If he stopped kissing her, she would die.
Maggie kissed him desperately, sucking his tongue with her own ravenous appetite. He shifted onto one elbow, fingers stroking over her skin, down the side of one breast, making her want to scream at the achy need he invoked there.
She groaned into his mouth, capturing his hand and placing it on her breast.
He grinned against her lips, nibbling her teasingly as he plucked her nipple.
She jerked in his arms, thrusting her breasts against him. His lips moved from her mouth down her chin.
“Danior, you're killing me,” she breathed.
'Fair treatment for your torments on me,” he whispered before laving a path down the center of her chest.
'Oh god,” she said, almost screaming as his lips closed over one nipple and it disappeared into the hot depths of his mouth. He sucked it deeply, his tongue flaying it, flicking it into agonizing awareness.
She almost came right then, her pussy spasming in near ecstasy, making her so wet her thighs felt slick from her desire. She rubbed her legs together, as if that would ease her somehow. She clutched the back of his head, trapping his mouth to her breast, gasping breathlessly as pleasure swirled from the tip through her nerves.
He pushed her panties off with one hand, shifting over her as he freed her from that last constraint. And then his hand was down there, whispering over the hair covering her mound even as he toyed with her nipples, teasing the buds with his tongue and the dangerous scrape of his teeth.
Her heart leapt in her throat. Fear and desire mixed potently, making her drunk with arousal. He cupped her, dipping his fingers into her cleft to graze her begging clit. Maggie moaned, jerking against him, spreading her legs without conscious volition.
'You are so slick,” he said roughly, breathing hotly against her chest as his fingers parted her folds.
The juices of her cunt seemed to gather at his words. Her clit throbbed with need. He circled it, spreading her cream, edging that spot she so desperately needed him to touch. She would scream if he did not. Scream now. Scream as his circle tightened, coming so close. She didn't, couldn't get the breath to expel from her lungs. She jerked her hips, trying to drive herself against his hand, but he moved, spreading his palm over her mound to keep her still.
'Your body hungers for me, Maggie,” he growled against her ribs, nuzzling the under curve of one breast as he toyed with her folds.
'Yes,” she said, choking back a whimper, digging her hands in the covers to keep from shredding him with her nails.
He rose on his knees, lifting above her. Her thighs rubbed against his, the crisp hair there sensuously abrasive.
Something pushed through her cream-laden folds, probing deep, until it grazed her clit. Maggie's belly spasmed, her cunt jerking, tightening as his cock rubbed against her clit.
'I'm desperate for you,” she gasped, writhing beneath him.
'Yes,” he murmured huskily, moving, stroking that hot hardness down, smearing her thick cream down her slit and up again. The blunt tip made her womb tighten, gasp with need. Pleasure flared along her nerves.
Her entire body felt like one huge, impending orgasm. Her nipples throbbed, her stomach jerked, her thighs burned. Each brush carried her higher.
He stopped the rough caress, lodging himself at her vaginal opening. He nudged her with his cockhead, probing the edges until they began to stretch.
Maggie froze, inhaling a sharp breath. Her body locked up, kegels tightening to refuse him.
He groaned, pushing, but her body refused him. Her blood pounded, rushing to her head until she was dizzy
