by Jenika Snow
He pulled his hands away from her, lifted his drenched fingers up so she could see them, and sucked them clean while watching her reaction. Even in the darkness he could see her pupils dilate even further. Her mouth was parted, her eyes wide as she watched him suck those digits clean of her arousal.
“God, Dakota—” she breathed out, but before she could finish that sentence he cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers, forcing her to taste herself on him.
Her moans were his driving force, but also his breaking point. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her thighs around his waist. For a second all he did was hold her, felt her slick pussy part around his cock, her smooth skin almost hugging his shaft. It was an intense, unbearable sensation, and he turned and swiftly made his way toward the bed. He set her on the center of it, took a step back to look his fill of her once more before he fucking lost it on her, and then grabbed his cock again. Stroking himself from root to tip, he jacked off right in front of her. But she liked it, he could tell.
The way she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs closed, the light, trimmed patch of blonde hair covering her pussy, had him anxious to tell her exactly what he wanted. She’d listen, obey—he knew it because she was needy for him, too. “Tawny.” He ran his other hand over his mouth, dragged his gaze over her belly, her breasts and collarbones, and then stared at her face. “I have to taste you, baby.”
She didn’t respond, just placed her hands on the bed behind her, lifted her legs to brace her feet on the edge of the mattress, and parted her thighs. And then all bets were off as he saw the way her pussy glistened under the moonlight that streamed through the curtains. God, she was so fucking wet for him. He moved to stand in front of her, dropped to his knees, smoothed his hands over her calves, and along her inner thighs. He framed her pussy with his hands, closed his eyes and inhaled, and felt like something had broken inside of him, rushing forward, and threatening to consume them both.
The first swipe along her cunt lips had her juices spilling on his tongue. Curling one of his hands in her thighs, he ate her out like she was his last meal and he was starving. Dakota didn’t stop licking her, sucking at her soaked pussy or engorged clit until she writhed against him, pressing her pussy fully into her face. He placed a hand on her belly, pushed her upper body back on the bed, and kept his palm flat on her, holding her in place as he got her off.
“Dakota,” she gasped out almost violently, and then reached to hold onto his hair. She tugged at the strands hard enough that he hissed out against her, but he didn’t stop. The pleasure was mounting for him, too, and that sting of pain only made it more intense. She continued to cry out as she came undone for him, and only when she started pushing at his head, begging him to stop because she was sensitive, did he finally pull back. He knew his mouth was glossy from her arousal, and he licked her cream off of his lips as he stared at her.
“Dakota, please,” she whispered into the darkness. “I need you so badly.”
“You have me, Tawny. Damn, baby, you have every part of me.” He placed his hand on her pussy, and she made a soft mewling noise. “This is mine,” he said fiercely, meaning it with everything inside of him. “No one will ever have you but me.” This is her first time. Gentle, Dakota. Although being soft and slow with her was what he needed to do, it was also hard as hell because he wanted her so damn badly. “I want to make sure you know that every part of you is mine. That once we do this there is no going back. I can’t, Tawny, because I love you too much to walk away, or to let anyone else have you. Ever.”
Her chest moved up and down as her breathing increased. “I know, Dakota.”
“Say it, Tawny. Tell me what I want to hear.” He curled his fingers deeper into her flesh.
“I’m yours, and I’ll only ever be yours.”
He moved his hands up so they rested right under her breasts, so that he was cupping the substantial weight of them. “I want you to watch me, to stare right in my eyes as I take you for the first time.”
When she stared right in his eyes he moved his hands up to caress her nipples. She arched into his touch instantly. Dakota leaned up and took her mouth again, became lost in the sensations of their lips moving together, their tongues pressed to each other, and her moans filling his head. He pulled back and gripped her chin in a gentle hold, waited until she stared into his eyes, and then he spoke.
“Are you ready for me, Tawny?”
She licked her lips and nodded. “I’ve been ready for a long time, Dakota.”
He smoothed his hand over her cheek, down her collarbone, and rested his open palm on her chest, right over her heart. “You see how good this is?”
She nodded slowly, arched into his touch, and he groaned out.
“It feels so good because you are meant to be mine.”
Chapter Nine
Tawny stared at Dakota’s big body as he braced himself over her. He was easily over six feet tall, as big and muscular as the rest of the Grizzlies and Brothers, but there was something different about him. Yes, he was a human, and she was used to the men in her family being more animal because of their bear genetics. The way he looked at her, like he was a bear, like she was his mate and he really would kill any other guy that even looked at her the wrong way, reflected back at her. Tawny was used to Grizzly guys going primal and obsessive on their women. She saw it all the time with her dad concerning her mom. Dakota was fiercely protective in his words and actions toward her, maybe too alpha for some, but Tawny loved it even more.
Lifting her hands and smoothing them over his pecs, and lower still to his rippled abdomen, she grew wetter as her fingers and palms came in contact with the hard ridges and definition of his muscles. He was tattooed all over, his arms having dark and brightly colored ink starting at his wrists and moving all the way up to his shoulders. The sleeves of art didn’t hide his bulging muscles, didn’t mask the overall strength he emitted. She lifted her hand and placed it over his shoulder, felt his smooth, hot skin, and traced the Brothers of Menace patch logo that was etched into his flesh. The ink was large, parts of it creeping over to his chest and down his bicep. He might not be pierced anywhere, but Dakota was one hell of a bad boy.
He was pressed against her again, his chest on hers, his mouth by her throat. “I want you so much, Tawny. You have no idea how much I want you,” Dakota murmured against her throat. Warm, hard male flesh molded into hers, making the sweet anticipation of what she was about to do just a reach away. His cock was long and big, thick and rock hard, and pressed right against her pussy. She wanted him so bad her wetness slid down the crease of her ass, but she also feared the pain that would be associated with Dakota taking her virginity.
His narrow hips fit perfectly in the cradle of hers, and the hard, impossibly thick length of him parted her pussy lips. She started breathing heavily as he moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock along her folds, and bumping her clit with every down stroke. He was torturing her, and she begged him softly for more, rubbed her pussy against his dick, meeting his thrusts with her own, and clawing at his back.
“That’s it, Tawny,” he said gruffly against her ear. “Scratch my back, beg me for more.” He was panting against her neck now, his groans mimicking her moans. “I’m going to give you so much you won’t be able to breathe.”When she dug her nails into the flesh of his back, a guttural groan left him. He jerked his hips forward, rubbed her clit harder this time, and she gasped out in pleasure.
“You feel so good, Tawny.” He continued to press against her, dry-humping her like they were teenagers in the back of his truck. But God did she love it. She was getting wetter because of it, more turned on, too. Over and over he did this, his length sliding up and down her slit as he moved against her. Tawny rose up and braced her weight on her elbows, watching the lower half of his body as he rocked against her. She could see the base of his cock, and opened her mouth on a silent cry as a burst of pleasure filled her.
“You like watchin
g, baby?”
She lifted her gaze to his, and nodded slowly. Tawny couldn’t speak. Hell, she could barely think straight. He moved against her faster now.
“My need for you is intense, Tawny.” Another bump to her clit and she squeezed her eyes shut. She fell back on the bed and breathed out as electricity moved through her, the pleasure became mind numbing, and she knew she’d come from this act alone. He continued to bring her to the edge, and then when she felt herself go over he crashed his mouth against hers and swallowed her gasp of pleasure. Over and over he kissed her, rocked against her, and only when she pushed him away because she was too sensitive did he pull back.
They stared at each other for several seconds, Dakota big and blocking out the moonlight that streamed in behind him. His eyes were half-lidded, his mouth open slightly as he breathed out.
“Be with me, Dakota.” She had her hands on his biceps again.
He braced his palms on either side of her head and looked down at where he was thrusting against her still. The muscles in his jaw jumped beneath his stubble covered flesh. “It’ll hurt at first, baby, but I’ll make it good for you.” He looked at her again. “I’ll make it so good for you.”
“I know you will, Dakota.” She smiled up at him, feeling her heart beat faster as she watched him reach between their bodies and grab the length of his cock.
“And you’re sure about this, baby?” He braced his upper body on his elbow, still held onto his cock, and cupped her cheek with his other hand. He stared at the spot on her face where he rubbed his thumb over her skin. “I meant it when I said we could wait, that I have all the time in the world because I’m not going anywhere.” Dakota slowly lifted his gaze and looked into her eyes. “You’re mine, and there isn’t anything in this world that will ever change that. I wasted too much time thinking that staying away was the right thing to do. I was so fucking wrong for doing that.”
She lifted her hands to his face and framed his cheeks. Tawny felt her bear move below the surface of her skin, rubbing up, wanting to be with Dakota. She was an animal at heart and soul, bound by her genetics to always have this primal need in her to submit. It was the way she was born, the way she had grown up. A part of her had always thought she’d end up with another shifter, but in her heart she had felt this empty sensation at the thought of that. And now she knew why, because being with Dakota, letting him take control, show her the way, was what she truly wanted. Tawny was used to overbearing alphas, and Dakota was no different. She might be a little wild and independent at heart, but she wanted, needed, to submit to him and let him dominate the situation.
“I’m ready right now, Dakota. I don’t want to think about what we both should have done, because none of that matters anymore.”
He leaned down and kissed her, a soft groan leaving him as his lips pressed to hers. And then he placed the crown of his cock at the opening of her pussy, pulled back slightly so he stared into her eyes, and took in a deep breath.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
He groaned. As he stared at her face, looked in her eyes, Dakota started to push into her body. Tawny saw the way he swallowed, how his throat worked up and down from the act. But before any more pressure was added he stopped. He wasn’t even inside of her yet, just poised right at her opening, as if he were the one afraid.
“Don’t stop. I’m so wet for you.”
He closed his eyes for a moment. “Yeah, you are so wet for me, so primed for my cock.” He cleaned his jaw, the muscles under the flesh tightening before relaxing. It was like he was trying to rein in the alpha side of him, the man that liked his sex rough and dirty, and erotic in all ways. She wanted him like that, wanted the real Dakota that wasn’t holding anything back.
He latched his lips onto her neck again, licked and sucked at her skin until it felt abraded in a good way. He ran his tongue up her throat. A moan left her, and he breathed out.
God, so good.
Tawny grabbed him around the neck and pulled his mouth toward hers. She swiped her tongue along his lips, loving the harsh sound that came from him after she had done the act. The musky, sweet flavor of her was still on him, and she sucked on his tongue, swallowing the arousal, her arousal, that covered the muscle. He pulled away, breathed out hard and fast, and then licked his lips.
“Let me get a condom, baby.” He went to pull away, but she wrapped her legs around him, placed her heels on his lower back, stopping him.
“I can smell that you’re clean, and I am on the pill.” She scented the truth of the former from her bear, and she was on birth control pills to regulate her period. “I don’t want anything between us for this first time, Dakota.”
“Damn, baby. You’re killing me here.” He didn’t move for a moment, and then lowered his face to hers, brought his tongue out, and slowly licked her lips, as if he were a wild animal tasting her before he devoured every inch of her body. She lifted her hips and pressed her pussy against his dick, urging him, teasing him to give it to her.
“No more waiting, Tawny.” He started pushing into her then, slowly, steadily, and a shock of pain went through her. The stretch and burn were intense, and the pain like nothing she had ever felt.
He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw again. “So good, Tawny. You feel so fucking good.” He continued to push into her, and when the head of his dick pushed fully through her opening and he slid in another inch she cried out.
“Oh. God. Dakota.” She bit her lip, tasting blood as her teeth pierced the flesh, and closed her eyes, breathing through the discomfort.
“You’re doing okay, Tawny?” Dakota asked softly, cupped her face, and placed his lips at her forehead. He kept his mouth poised there not adding pressure, but breathing heavily. She nodded, so ready for this.
“I’m okay. I’m more than okay.”
Dakota pushed into her more, bracing his knees on the mattress to get more leverage, and then he was sliding all the way into her body. When he kissed her possessively her pussy clenched around him involuntarily.
God, it hurt, burned, and the stretch was all encompassing, but when he pulled out of her, almost all of the way, and groaned out deeply in pleasure, she felt her own ecstasy rise. The broad head of his dick stretched her unused muscles when he got to the entrance of her body again, and then he pushed into her once more. He did this over and over again until she was sweating from the ecstasy. With every inch he sank into her, Tawny felt filled, claimed, loved.
“Christ, Tawny. Good God, you feel so fucking incredible.” Dakota’s eyes were shut for a second, and when he opened them the look of rapture on his face had her throat closing. It felt good, pleasurable, but the pain was more encompassing at the moment. But none of that mattered, because watching Dakota’s expression change into different expression of ecstasy made her arousal grow.
He leaned back slightly and watched himself push into her and pull back out. He did this continuously, his muscles seeming to grow even tauter with each passing second. “I don’t know how much longer I can last, baby,” he said but still watched himself sink in and out of her body. “I am right there, Tawny, so fucking close to coming that it wouldn’t take much more to send me over the edge.”
“Then let go, Dakota,” she whispered.
He shook his head, and his short dark hair was brushed over his forehead, slightly damp from his sweat. “No, not until you get off, baby. I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock.” He started pushing into her harder, pulling out of her faster, and soon the rocking motions of his hips slamming into hers lessened the discomfort of the fact he had just taken her virginity. The pleasure mounted, rose, and consumed her.
“Watch me take you, Tawny,” Dakota said in a gruff voice and pulled back to lean on his knees. The space between them allowed cold air to brush along her body, and chills popped out along her flesh.
She rose up on her elbows, obeying him without the slightest hint of hesitation. The massive, long and thick length of him pulling out of her had
her eyes widening. And then when he pushed back in, her whole body slid up the mattress from the force and sent this intense shockwave moving through her.
“This situation right here,” Dakota said on a breath, pushing into her and pulling out while he spoke, “means you’re mine.” He growled out the words, and thrust back into her. “It will never get old, and I will always tell you this, over and over again until it is ingrained in you, baby.” The play of muscles that rippled along his biceps had a gush of moisture slipping from her, further making his penetration that more powerful. Beads of sweat dotted his brow and slid down his temple. Tawny watched those droplets move along his chest, a testament to the fact that he was straining to keep his control.
“Don’t hold back, Dakota. Never hold back with me.”
Something shifted behind his eyes after she spoke, and his movements picked up, as if he couldn’t control himself anymore, as if her words had broken the last line of humanity in him.
“Yes, Tawny.” He threw his head back, and she watched as his hips moved faster and harder against her, as if they were the ones in control right now. “Christ, baby.”
The pleasure was insurmountable, indescribable. When she braced herself on her elbows and stared down at where their bodies met once again, her orgasm rose up like a serpent from some kind of mythological story. It was dangerous, frightening, and felt as though it would crush her until nothing existed. No longer was there pain and discomfort. There was just bone-shattering ecstasy.
“Come on, Tawny, give me one more, baby.” He placed his thumb on her clit and moved the bundle of nerves back and forth, over and over, and then she exploded for him, as if on command. Dakota didn’t relent as he thrust in and out of her, drawing her climax to the peak and then keeping her right there until she couldn’t breathe. The world faded away, and the only sounds she could hear were Dakota’s harsh grunts of completion and her heart beating loudly, swiftly, in her ears.