Cherry Crush

by Burke, Stephanie

  “I am sure,” he gritted out, eyes squeezed tight, “that you taste—divine.”

  “Mmm. You flatter me.”

  “If I were not shackled by this damn sense of honor, I would have you on your back, your legs spread wide for my pleasure, howling while I bring you to your peak with my tongue, not allowing you to tumble over.”

  She jerked to a halt at his heated words, her eyes growing first wide, then glazing over as her passions rose.

  “Your voice,” she groaned, dropping her head to his stomach. “You could make me come with your voice alone. It’s like…like chocolate and velvet.”

  She sat up, bracing her hands on his chest, and slid up his body to hover just above his face, her lips lightly brushing his, inhaling his exhaled breaths.

  “Shall I?” he asked, pushing his tongue between that perfectly formed mouth to lick at his lips, coating him before taking delicate sips from their soft surface. “Shall I whisper of the delights you will find in my arms? Shall I speak of things too dark and naughty to share with polite company? Shall I toss off his veneer of humanity and take you as I wish, as the predator claims its mate?”

  She tensed, her whole body writhing against him. Her legs parted and fell to either side of his slim hips, and she pressed her drenched pussy against the root of his burning hot cock.

  “Please?”

  With that one whispered word, his control broke.

  Snarling, he rose, wrapping his arms around her body before slamming her into the warm spot his body had made while he lay there supine, trapped against the prison of her making.

  Laney let out a squeak that he quickly swallowed up with his mouth slamming over hers.

  He groaned, her taste exploding over his senses with the flavors of lemon, mint, and the exquisite chocolate taste of his Laney-kitten.

  She moaned into his mouth. Struggling to hold back the caws that told of his nature, he felt his human senses vie with his animal instincts to just lay claim to her, to pound her into submission, to mark her so that no other male would dare to put their hands on his mate.

  “Chan,” she gasped, pulling her mouth free, feeling the temperature in the room steadily rise. The heat generated between the two of them made her break out in a hot sweat, their skin slithering against each other a slippery wet marvel.

  “Beloved,” he whispered, running nips and kisses down her neck and to her shoulders, instinctively seeking out the perfect spot to mark her as his. “You will burn,”

  He melted down her body, making sure that she felt every inch of his hungry body and hard cock sliding down, licking and savoring the taste of her with a series of dark clicks and moans.

  Her hips arced up into his body, and her hands buried themselves in his hair while he dropped steadily lower and lower.

  “Cool silk,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

  He paused for a moment and then tugged against her grip, groaning at the tugging sensation in his head. It was a personal pleasure to have his hair pulled, and he relished the slight sting of it.

  “Sweet honey,” he crooned, moving down her body further, nuzzling through the trimmed thatch of hair that guarded her swollen labia and throbbing clit from his advances. “I can smell you,” he added, his voice deep and dark as the night. “I can inhale your essence, Kitten. It makes me want to drown myself in you.”

  Then he slid back enough to spread her thighs wide and make room for himself between them

  Laney blushed while he gripped her hips and eased them up over his own thighs, spreading her wide, feeling his eyes take in every swollen dew-drenched inch of her.

  “En-enjoying the view?” she moaned, looking away as if struggling to look anywhere but at his intent face and rapt expression.

  “Why, yes I am,” he breathed, reaching out to brush a finger over her clit and the swollen lips that it hid. “Your scent is amazing.” He licked his lips, arching an eyebrow when she continued to look elsewhere. “Your little curls are far softer than I would have imagined, Kitten. You maintain your garden well.”

  He chuckled softly at the darker blush that flowed up from her full breasts to her still-averted face.

  “Your little lips seek to protect your secrets from me, but I am a persistent man, Kitten. I am a jealous man. Your body’s defenses will not keep me from what I seek.”

  Again, he ran his fingers over her groin, noting the darker pigmentation at the labia and the mouth of her slick and shiny vagina, collecting the moisture and bringing it slowly to his lips.

  Reaching out with his free hand, he turned her head until she faced him. When he had her full attention, he drew his dripping fingers deep into his mouth, sucking her essence from them and closing his eyes at the exquisite dark taste of her.

  “Perfection.” He smiled after pulling his fingers free, his eyes opening to stare into hers, holding her prisoner with his gaze.

  “I will have more of you, Laney.” He smiled at the look of mingled lust and shock that spread across her face. “I will lick and suck straight from the source.”

  She whined, and he looked down to see her labia spasm, clenching no doubt at the empty feeling that surely was taking over her senses.

  “Oh yes, you want me,” he growled before wrapping both hands around her hips and hefting her higher.

  “Here.” He ran his fingers over her, between the lips of her labia, pressing against her hooded clit, before moving past the opening to her body. “Here, Laney, is where I will sheath my sword.”

  His fingers trailed lower then, across her perineum and lower to the puckered entrance of her anus.

  “Later, I will pierce you here as well,” he murmured, watching as she squirmed, looking shocked that caresses in such a place could feel so good. “Surprised?” he asked, running his finger around the soft skin of her anus. “Amazed that I would want to take you here? But that is not all, Kitten. I long to bury my tongue there, to taste even the most forbidden parts of you, to know you as fully as a man can know a woman.”

  Again he caressed her there, watching as her cheeks clenched and quivered at the gentle touches that stimulated more nerve endings than she knew existed.

  “But at a later date,” he promised. “For now, I will not dwell on the more exotic pleasures of plundering your silken fondant, my kitten. For now I will be content to sup at the fount of your desire.”

  With that, he slid back until his hard cock pressed against the sheet beneath them, his hands pushing out her inner thighs, ensuring that there was space for his shoulders, then lowered his head.

  Laney was gasping now, breathing hard, her eyes open and dilated in her growing pleasure.

  He started with his nose.

  He pushed his face to her hot pussy, his nose gently nudging her clit.

  She cried out, tensing her body, tightening her thighs around his head, but he merely chuckled. He had expected her reaction and grinned, imagining the strength of her thighs squeezing his waist while he took her hard; or better yet, the feel of them gripping his hips as she rode him.

  “Yes,” he purred, making sure that his warm, moist breath bated her clit. “This huge proboscis is good for a lot of things.”

  “Ohhhh, Chan!”

  Her wails were music to his ears when he nudged her yet again, manipulating her clitoris, grunting himself at the feeling of her hands tugging, and yanking at his hair.

  Then he could resist no longer. The smell of her so close to his mouth…. His mouth began to water, and he forced her legs up and out, suckling at the exposed rosy nubbin of her clitoris and the glistening flower of her opening.

  Moaning, he lowered his mouth, sucking gently at her clit.

  “Chan!”

  Her body jerked and lurched underneath his hold, but hold her he did. It was his time to eat, and he intended to enjoy his feast.

  His tongue came into play, licking rapidly at the tender bit of flesh, sucking in the slick fluid of her desire that flowed from her pussy in startling amounts. C
licking and shuddering, he pressed as close as he could, shaking his head from side to side, smearing his face with her essence even while he eagerly lapped at her clit from different angles.

  “Oh, Chan,” she groaned. “God, yes! Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!”

  Never one to disobey a favorable order, Chan pulled away from his appetizer and descended to his full meal.

  “Gods, yes,” he grunted, laving his tongue along her labia, reviewing her juices before he sank it deep within her.

  “Ohh, God,” she gasped, her voice growing high and fragile as her hands yanked at his hair, her whole body winding against the sheets, her hips arching towards his generous mouth.

  Her taste was perfection.

  She was an amazing blend of spice and musk, and he felt a tear well up in his eye as she grinded against his hips.

  He tilted his nose at just the perfect angle to massage her clit and feast in earnest.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Laney chanted, her eyes closed, her head whipping back and forth on the pillows. The spicy sweet taste of her grew stronger. The silken muscles of her inner walls gripped at his tongue, and Chan knew he would find heaven when they rippled around his cock.

  He could feel his own desire spinning out of control, his leaking pre-cum creating a wet spot on the sheets beneath him.

  Her thighs locked around his head, forcing him where she needed him the most, and he eagerly obliged, nibbling and licking at her flesh as if she was the most succulent of fruits.

  But even basking in the scent and flavor of his lover was soon not enough. He needed more.

  Growling, he sat up, his eyes taking in her debauched state, her legs sprawled open, her pussy wet and throbbing, her hair sticking to her face in a sweaty tangle.

  Yes, it was time to claim this wild, abandoned creature and make her his own.

  “Are you ready, my one?” he asked, climbing up her body, dragging his painfully hot cock against her slick soft skin. His balls were tight in their sacs, and desire was making his whole body tremble.

  He knew what he looked like, his hair wild about his shoulders and back, dragging against her body as he moved upwards, his eyes black and intent, the expression on his face barely human.

  “Are you ready to become mine?”

  His Kitten could not answer. She was so far lost in her hunger that all she could do was whimper painfully at him.

  He knew that her body was going mad, that it was so hungry and hot that it was ready for almost anything.

  And he was not one to make her suffer.

  He reached down, wrapped his hands wound her waist, and pulled her close to his body.

  Within seconds, he whirled, switching positions with her, laying himself flat on his back, the nest of heat and the hungry scent left behind. He posited her carefully on his stomach, baring his teeth and hissing when she screamed, her burning loins rubbing down his washboard abs and through the soft pubic hair that softly surrounded the root of his cock.

  “Position me,” he growled, his hands cupping her ass and squeezing, pulling another tortured scream from her dry lips as she unconsciously began to grind against the muscled friction he provided. “Put me where you want me, Laney. Take your hand, grip my cock, and guide me home. Don’t you want that, little one?”

  Chapter Three

  Laney was now a writhing, shaking mass of lust and need. She lifted her head, her eyes all but rolling back in her head, circling her hips on the tantalizing textures of his body. She whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes as she sought to gain some control of her own body.

  With his commanding dark voice, that host body beneath her, his face glittering with the essence that came from her own body, she was hard-pressed to know her own name, let alone maintain any great motor skills.

  But the yawning emptiness in her groin drove her onward.

  Here, her lover was offering her what she wanted, what she needed, and she knew that it was up to her to take what he was giving.

  Gaining control of her quivering stomach muscles and arms, she pressed her palms against his chest, whimpering unashamedly at the hot feel of his skin and the pounding of his heart under her hands, and pushed herself upwards.

  His hands were busy again, running along her back and teasing her ass, almost making her lose the balance and control she sought.

  She managed to pull herself more or less up on her knees, tightening them around his small waist for stability.

  Her own heart pounding, her breath tearing from her throat, she was able to place one hand behind her and grip that soft thick rod of flesh that was his cock.

  He hissed when her fingers ran over the fully retracted foreskin and touched the sensitive head, noting that he was slick with his own natural lube.

  “Yes, Kitten,” he urged her, his cock jumping as she wrapped her fist around him. “Yes, little one, take what you need from me.”

  Shaking, she pulled him upright, moaning while she raised her ass high and positioned him at her opening, wigging when the heated, plum-shaped head of his cock kissed the swollen lips of her labia.

  “Chan,” she gasped, knowing that it was time. Her need, her hunger, her lust for Chan had overridden any anxiety or fears. She wanted to feel his thick length deep inside her. She needed to feel him within her, as close as any human being could get.

  “Easy, Kitten,” he soothed, his intense eyes showing that he was not trying to kill the edge of her passion, but to ensure that he did no harm to her. “Take me, Laney. Press down, my love.”

  “I… I….”

  “Fuck me!”

  That deep voice hissing those crude words….

  Laney’s head swam, and with slow-building wails pouring from her mouth, she pressed downwards.

  “Ungh!”

  The sound tore itself from Chan’s throat; his head snapped back, and his eyes slammed shut.

  His Laney was slithering down his cock, encasing him in a silken wet heat that stole his breath and his ability to think.

  His hands gripped her hips, pressed in against the soft give of her flesh beneath his hands, driving him mad with lust.

  He wanted to slam his hips up, to take her hard, to pound her, to fuck her into submission.

  But that is not what his Laney needed.

  Right now, when all of this sex stuff was new, he needed to allow her to set the pace, to face her own fears, and to be the one in charge of these new discoveries.

  He felt awed, unworthy, and so damn horny he couldn’t move.

  His Laney-kitten was on him, sliding down slowly, grinding and gasping, tearing at his chest with her nails, tightening those thick, rounded thighs around his waist, destroying his reason.

  It felt as if it took forever before the soft flesh of her ass rested against the tight skin of his sac.

  He was buried in his Laney balls deep, as far as he could go.

  He tried to force his eyes open; he had to check on his lover, but other than a short-lived, pained gasp, Laney smiled. But he had to be sure.

  He peeled open his black eyes and saw a sight that he would cherish deep within his heart for all his days.

  His Laney sat there on him, a wondrous expression on her face, her mouth parted, her breath tearing from her throat.

  Then she looked him dead in the eyes…and…she… she smiled

  “Laney,” he breathed, suddenly at a loss for words.

  “Ouch,” she deadpanned, and her grin grew wider.

  “Hurt?” He raised, his whole body trembling in an effort not to move. He knew that if he moved one inch, his control would snap and he would slam his hips upward.

  “Only,” she panted, “only…for…a moment.”

  “Not hurt?” he struggled to understand what she was saying, the instincts he fought to keep in check struggling to take over. “Not…pain.”

  “No,” she moaned, shifting her weight a little, rocking forward and backwards, tearing his soul to pieces as she moved, seemed to have found it delightful, and moved again. �
�No. This…is good. Chan, this is good!”

  “Then fuck me!” he hissed, his hands wrapping around her waist, guiding her into the beginning movements of a really good rhythm. “Fuck me hard!

  She danced on him.

  Fire! Rivers of fire trailed over her body.

  Her nipples ached; her clitoris burned as it rubbed against the soft curls of his pubic hair. Her whole pussy…it hungrily clasped at the hard cock filling her.

  Chan was so hot, his body burning up, his hair a sexy, silken spread beneath them.

  Suddenly, Laney found out that sex was more than just the physical act.

  It was a wondrous combination of sight, and sound, and feel, and emotions. They all swamped her body, driving her onwards, making her grind down as hard as she could and slide upwards just as fast.

  It made her lower her head and bite at Chan’s neck, to demand kisses, to lick the sweat from his chest and scream out the pleasure that filled her to overflowing.

  She felt his hands traveling over her body, tugging at her nipples, fulfilling a deep-seated need while winding the cord of her desire tighter within her body.

  Her knees grew weak, her mouth dry; her eyes watered, and she could not get him inside her fast enough or hard enough.

  Chan was a supine sex god, delivering a benediction of lust and cock to his willing accolade.

  Never in her life had she imagined the act would be like this, so all encompassing, so overwhelming.

  Her breasts bobbed with her every movement. His hands now gripped her ass, and that made the wild feeling going through her pussy even more intense.

  The sound of their wet flesh slamming together and their almost pained-sounding moans filled the bedroom.

  It was too much.

  She couldn’t continue this! It was too good!

  “I-I can’t!” she wailed, her body seizing as something seemed to build up deep within her. “I can’t!”

  “Laney?”

  “Please!” Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt her arousal approach painful levels. “Please!”

  A low trill rolling up from his throat, Chan suddenly reversed their positions, covering her with his body while keeping his hips pressed close and his cock buried deep within her.