by Nicole Snow
He wasn't kidding. He'd overpowered me, overtaken me, enslaved my flesh with his hands and mouth. I couldn't bear to think about what he still had waiting for me throbbing in his pants.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to come another time or two on his crazy tongue. He'd soften me up. After what I'd felt against my pussy, I knew I'd need to be loosened up before he pushed inside me. Only easy way I'd be able to take something so big – especially if he fucked the way he licked.
And that was a given, wasn't it?
I never got a chance to think about it. His fingers fucked me in rhythm with his tongue, pulling at my flesh and putting me back together, making me conform to his touch. He worked me harder when I jerked and gasped, reading my mind in every twitch and tingle.
Rabid read everything. I couldn't hide a damned thing anymore. I didn't want to.
His fingers fucked me at the same frantic, breakneck pace as his tongue when I started to feel the fireball building in my core. My can't died in the spiraling fire.
My pussy pulsed, slowly at first. Then a new shockwave tore through me – sudden, shocking, merciless.
I reached for the sheets and held on as I exploded from the bottom up. “God. God! God!”
I screamed to heaven over and over, but nothing was going to save me from him. My pussy pinched his fingers so tight, and still he kept fucking me, stroking my walls through the convulsions. The rock hard maniac between my legs had no pause, no on and off.
Colors blossomed before my eyes, beautiful and bright, some so wild I couldn't name them. Ecstasy squeezed me like a wet cloth, draining everything from my body. That moment, I was nothing but a breathless, shaking, rainbow watching mass, locked in pure pleasure. I could only buckle in and ride the wave, tearing at the sheets for dear life, desperate to stay grounded on this earth. The colors coalesced into one mega-fire and lost their luminescence, going hot white and then black.
Pleasure waned. Collapsing, I hit the bed and rolled, feeling new coolness on my pussy.
I reached down, realized he was gone, and looked to the edge of the bed. He was standing there, loosening his belt, watching me. Guess it was easy to admire the view with my legs lolled to their sides, wide open and ready.
“Helluva warm up, Christa,” he said. “I'd lick that sweet pussy all day, but if we don't get down to business right now, I'm gonna start putting my fist through your fucking walls. And I don't think your landlord would like that shit. I'm already gonna fuck you so hard he hears it two floors up.”
I laughed. A joke, I thought, but there was nothing funny about the way he looked at me when the bed sank with his weight. He crawled between my legs and rubbed his cock over my slit. One stroke told me he was bare.
Sweet Jesus.
I reached down and wrapped one hand around his shaft. It was even harder and thicker than I'd imagined, pulsing strong and alive in my palm. I rolled down toward his balls and then back up, perfect for a teasing stroke, marveling at every inch.
“I want this,” I whispered. “Bad. Don't make me wait, Rabid. Fuck me.”
He cocked his head, sliding forward to fuck my fist, a little preview of what was about to happen inside me. “Doesn't sound very convincing. You've got some idea now how much I like to tease.”
Anger pulsed through me. Was he fucking serious?
I squeezed his dick, harder than I intended. He just pushed through my hand harder, asserting control.
“Who's teasing now, baby? You trying to make me shoot off all over your belly, or what?” He laughed when I shook my head in horror. “Yeah, I didn't think so. Put your fucking hands over your head if you're ready. Show me your whole body's begging for a fuck. Lucky for you, I like teasing like nobody's business, but I like fucking even more.”
I let go of him and flopped back. Stretched out before him, pulsing my feet down his strong legs, imagining how hard they'd make him thrust. I was about to find out, assuming my skin didn't ignite before he got inside me.
Rabid grabbed his dick and aimed it for my entrance.
“All right, no more fucking around,” he growled, readying his hips. “It's now or never, baby, and I'm not stopping 'til I see the smoke curling off you from the way I'm gonna make you burn.”
We locked eyes as he pushed in, one savage stroke that went all the way, not stopping until he was pressed up against my womb. Balls deep was an understatement. He filled me so completely, inch by impossible inch, that I nearly bowed up and came just from this fullness.
“Fuck!” he hissed, holding his warmth in mine. “Don't tell me you're a virgin, girl? This is the tightest pussy I've ever had around my dick in years. Shit, maybe since I was born.”
I shook my head. No, not a virgin.
Damn if I didn't wish I was just then. The other men I'd given myself to were worthless compared to him. If he was an alpha, then they were omegas, Joe Averages who'd never know a dick this hard and strong unless it slapped them in the face.
And somehow, I had a feeling men like Rabid didn't go around clubbing weaker men with their dicks. I smiled at the stupid thought.
“What's so fucking funny?” he growled, pulled back and slammed into me, stretching me open, reminding me that the ten inches of rock hard muscle were all I ought to be thinking about just then. “You remembering how shitty everybody else is compared to this?”
Bastard read my mind this time. Literally. I threw my head back as he slammed into me again, sucking at my bottom lip.
God! How could two people fit together so perfectly?
“Yes!” I whispered, letting too much excitement slip out for my own good.
Rabid reached up and fisted my hair, giving me another thrust while he did. I moaned. He pulled hard, tucking his arm underneath my head, making me look at him.
“Good! By the time we're done tonight, you're gonna forget you ever fucked anybody before me. Try to keep up, baby. Try your fucking best. I wanna wind up half as sore as you're gonna be for the next week. Don't bullshit me, now. I know you can take it.”
And take it, I did.
He rammed his dick harder as the tempo picked up. Our hearts thudded as one, and mine slammed my ribs as hard as he pushed me to the mattress. I seriously wondered if my old bed could take it. Its springs shrieked like mad every time Rabid pounded my ass down with his weight.
“Baby, baby, baby,” he whispered, rough and steady as sandpaper. “Where the fuck you been hiding all my life? Your pussy's made for my dick. You feel it?”
Fuck yes, I did.
It didn't take long to realize I had nothing to worry about with his size. Our fusion was perfect, like my body was made for his, waiting twenty-four years to find the right man. Rabid fucked harder, gliding deeper into me, pulsing and stroking against my walls until I felt the fire like never before.
“I feel – oh, Jesus! Don't fucking stop!” Whatever he made me feel, I wanted more. I wanted him to hurl me right over the edge and fill me with his fiery seed.
Snarling, he grabbed my hips, dragging his teeth over my throat in a love bite on the way to my ear. “Grab my neck and hold onto my ass with your legs. Hold on fucking tight. You wanna come hard, don't you?”
Holy shit. Is it even a question? I gave him a pleading look, sucking on my bottom lip. I'd never wanted anything so bad before, and he'd just found one more evil way to tease me, make me beg for my release.
His thrusts slowed, forcing me to fuck back if I wanted it. My blood fumed. My legs whipped up and curled around his rear. Digging my ankles into his flanks as hard as I could, I leaned up, pulling at his strong neck with my hands.
“Fuck me. Don't hold anything back. Show me how fast and hard you go on maximum.” I could practically feel the sweat steaming out his pores as I whispered the challenge into his ear. “Fuck me like you want to break me – and don't you dare fucking stop for anything!”
Rabid gave me a look like I was out of my mind. Then I saw the last lights of sanity in his eyes fade too. His hips lurched forward, impact
ing me so hard his balls bounced on my ass, plunging his thickness rough and deep, just the way I liked it. His pubic bone scratched the itch raging in my clit.
So much for holding out. I saw white and started stabbing my nails into his neck, raking them down to his shoulders in a long, slow drag. We were way past being gentle.
He fucked me harder. Impossibly, achingly harder, impaling me on his pistoning length. I threw my head back and screamed bloody murder as everything beneath my waist seized up.
Next thing I knew, my pussy locked around his cock, begging to be filled. I saw white. My walls clenched, spasming so hard it hit my brain instantly, like someone had whiskey hooked straight to my veins.
I came in a jerking, scratching, spitting mess, coming completely undone on every beautiful inch of him. You haven't lived until sex controls everything except your brain stem.
And I was the one who'd summoned this earthquake, begged for it.
I'd challenged him to fuck me for sport, and he'd delivered. Oh, how he delivered.
Rabid growled, grabbed my ass off the bed, and pulled me up, holding it up in mid-air. I barely had the dexterity to brace my hands over my head. Thank God I lived an active enough life for this.
His cock hit me in places I couldn't even describe, shaking me apart, hammering me open for his relentless thrusts. G-spot? No way, this boy hit the entire alphabet, and I shook and gasped with every new sensation flooding me.
I hallucinated smoke coming off my body when it was finally waning. Not that it meant much, because he wasn't even close to finished.
He pulled out of me, hard as rock, his huge chest pumping air into his lungs to replenish everything we'd lost while fucking. I looked up through half-closed eyes, wondering how the hell he was ever going to top that.
Not that I doubted him. I hadn't felt him come yet, so I couldn't dismiss anything.
“Roll the fuck over, babe. Get on all fours.” He gave my ass a little smack when I lingered a second too long.
I yelped, finding the energy to jump and do just as he said.
Crap. My clit was already swollen and aching again, a willing slave for his touch.
Maybe it was the ferocious ink crisscrossing his torso like tiger's stripes, or maybe it was just the raw power in his muscles that he sent through me with every thrust.
Whatever caused this crazy hunger, he'd turned me into a junkie for it.
Shaking, I listened to him growl, feeling the slow thunder front rolling through his throat, down his flesh, into me. Grabbing my hair, he mounted me from behind, planting his cock deep. I wiggled my ass against him.
We fucked harder and faster than before, free from the initial uncertainty. He hungered to learn my body as bad as I wanted to please him. Everything with this man was a slow burn, a wick blazing to ignite a full blown wildfire. My eyes rolled back and I punched the sheet in my hands, hoping I could stand another climax without waking all my neighbors.
My screams were the least of it too. The bed was jerking beneath us now, bouncing and clattering, ready to go to pieces as he power fucked my pussy deep. The noise didn't make him pause once. Rabid fucked like he wanted the floor to fall out beneath us.
“Fuck, baby girl. You come for me again. You got at least two more to go before I bust this nut.” I recognized an order when I heard one.
Whether I did or not, he wasn't leaving anything to chance. I felt his rough hand reach around my thigh, dive between my legs, and spread me open around his cock. He pinched my clit, making furious circles, swift and beckoning and perfectly matched to the rhythm of his cock pounding inside me.
My God, my God. Words weren't enough to handle this, and neither were prayers.
I'd officially lost track of how many times I'd come that night, but I did it again, feeling my pussy cream on his cock as everything below my waist exploded. Grabbing me by the shoulders, Rabid pinned my little ass to the bed with his weight, alternating between grinding and thrusting so deep he touched my cervix.
Can't stop. Can't. Fucking. Stop. Coming!
This sex was like a seizure. Or maybe a storm, so powerful it ripped apart everything in its path without a second thought. My body was going full primal now, sucking and coming and pulling at his cock, starving to wring the come from his balls. I wanted him to bust inside me, just like he promised.
I needed his heat, his fire, his everything.
“Please. Come with me,” I pleaded, in between the hoarse spasms reaching up to my throat. “Please. Rabid, please.”
He laughed, fucked me deeper, lengthening his strokes. “You gotta do better than that, baby. Beg me to fill you up. Fucking beg, Christa.”
I started to, but my throat was too tight, too overwhelmed with the pleasure popping in every nerve. When my vision went white, bursting with rainbow stars, I couldn't even think about anything at all. I just screamed.
Rabid clapped his hand over my mouth and pulled my hair tighter with the other hand. I swore he was going to rip my ponytail off in the mad race to fully claim me. Somewhere in the ecstasy, I realized he didn't want me to beg with words.
My pussy, my body, was doing all the hard work for me. His thrusts were totally frenzied now, fucking me right through the convulsions, turning me inside-out. He rammed my face into the nearest pillow, the better to brace my bones for the savage hammering that came next.
His whole body tilted into mine and he snarled into my ear. “Don't move a goddamned inch. Keep your legs open and take every fucking drop. I'm gonna shoot you full 'til I collapse, baby, and your little pussy's gonna join me in the storm, leave us both breathless.”
Storm? No, this was an honest-to-God hurricane.
The bed rocked like a freight train coming uncoupled.
I whimpered. I folded. I screamed my throat raw when he ripped my head up and growled, biting into my throat like some wild beast.
Pleasure, pain, and a thousand sensations I couldn't identify took full possession. I lost control, gave it up to the madman balls deep in my twitching cunt, starting to jerk and pulse and melt.
“Fuck!” he growled it through his teeth, still locked onto my shoulder, needling me with the full fury of the tension winding up in his body for the grand finale.
Rabid came. Lava jets flowed into me, fierce as everything else he'd done tonight, filling the emptiness so good it finally cured the wanton craving I'd had all night. He doused me in fire, seed overflowing, filling me and spilling out of the spaces where our tender flesh joined and writhed.
The last orgasm that rocketed me out of my body made me wonder if the bed had really fallen through the floor after all. My muscles clenched so hard everything went white and numb. I fucked straight through the colors and blinding white light to a new dimension of pleasure that was truly pure, stripped of everything except this pulsing fire exploding inside me.
Feeling his teeth leaving my skin was the first thing that brought me home. There'd be one hell of a hickey there tomorrow, if he didn't leave his teeth marked in my skin like putty. I hoped I had a shirt to cover it.
He leaned in and smothered my lips with his, staying rooted in me, even though he was going soft. It was like he didn't want his seed to come out, wanted to keep it buried in me until I soaked it up, bathing myself in his essence.
My tongue was limp at first. But a few delicious swirls of his against mine had me licking right back, savoring the softer calm returning to our flesh.
I had a feeling it wouldn't last long. His hand reached underneath me, found my nipple, and gave it a warming pinch. I moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss for sorely needed breath.
“What the hell?” I whispered. “Don't you ever rest?”
“Not when you're underneath me, babe. You're mine. You're new and shiny, everything I wanna fuck 'til my hips won't work. But fuck, you'd better believe I wouldn't give a shit if I'd fucked you a thousand times. I'm never gonna get sick of this. I thought your pussy was like a fine shot of Jack, and I was a fucking fool.”
/> I looked at him, loving the warmth lighting up his dark eyes. “What, then?”
“Your pussy's fucking heroin. I never did the shit, but I saw enough guys who did to know. This is the kinda shit that turns a man into something depraved, makes him a totally desperate junkie for this and only fucking this.” His breathing grew sharper, shallower. The hand on my breast glided down my soft belly, reached lower, and cupped my pussy.
“Fuck,” he growled, low and ruthless. He squeezed, and we both rasped when I felt his seed trickle out around his fingers.
It wasn't just an act, something tender and sweet to say after sex in his own crazy biker way. He really meant to claim me, own me, and never, ever let go.
“You think I'm satisfied feeling my seed inside you? Think again.”
He squeezed tighter, pushed two fingers into my wetness. I sucked in a sharp breath. God, how could I want him again so soon after more than an hour of nonstop fucking?
“What does it take?” I whispered, amused and genuinely curious. What the hell did it take to ever satisfy him?
“You wearing my brand. Right here's a good spot for it.” He touched the soft skin in the center of my lower back. “You're total sex now. You'd be a fucking knockout with my name inked in your skin, right where I can see it. Better get used to fucking on all fours, baby, 'cause we're gonna be doing it a lot – right in between all the other ways I'm gonna take you.”
Holy, holy shit. Was he really asking me to be his old lady? My head was spinning – spinning right off after the flurry of sweat and sex.
“Rabid...” I turned over, pushing his hand away, unsure what the hell to say. He stopped me, clapping his hand over my mouth.
“I don't need an answer tonight. Just think about it. Think hard whenever you wake up tomorrow. This isn't a night for that kinda shit. Thinking doesn't go good with everything else I've got planned for your sweet little cunt. All you gotta know is I want you, babe. I'd kill and dismember a man for this hot fucking pussy – no bullshit.”