He wouldn’t let her lie there and fall apart in his hands. She had to answer. She had to scream and cry and whine that she liked it, that she wanted him to do it like that.
Somewhere in the rapturous waves of ecstasy, he tore his hands free. Just as fast as his hands disappeared, his face took their place The sun’s warmth followed him between her legs, and his tongue took up the rhythm his fingers just left off. His flat tongue circled her twitching leaves, and his fingers tickled around her opening.
She froze in place. Could she stand this? No one knew better than she did how he could last the distance. He could keep going for days and never go soft. He would take her one way and then another until she disintegrated into an orgasmic puddle of bliss.
She couldn’t stand this, but he held her in place with his massive arms around her thighs. She hurled herself against his face, but he held off. He kept his light, flat circles soft and tender. He didn’t attack, and he didn’t let her attack him, either. Even now, his voice rang in her ear, “Like this? Is this what you like?”
Holy Mary, she liked it! She couldn’t live with this insane pleasure invading her. His tongue wormed into her insides. It woke forgotten lust and heavenly longing she never knew she had. She never gave herself to any man like this. No man could touch her the way he did.
He didn’t have to ask. “Like this?” He already knew how to excite her. His nagging questions, his maddening slowness—he designed it all to drive her beyond endurance. His saliva mixed with her creamy honey to drip down her ass. That cocktail lubricated her rocking heaves against his arms. He lifted her ass off the grass to bring her sweet flesh to his mouth. He drank her to the dregs and left her hungry for more.
Nothing he did would ever be enough. He couldn’t fill her up with his fingers. When she finished one orgasm, she found herself aroused and aching for another one. She couldn’t understand the concept of orgasm anymore. She floated on one continuous carpet of blessed joy and fulfillment.
She didn’t know the moment he rose from between her legs. One moment, she combed her fingers through his hair and yanked his mouth down on her convulsing crotch. His eyes burned into her where his nose and mouth disappeared in the damp garden between her legs. The next moment, he flipped her over. Her thighs stayed apart of their own accord. They could never come back together again until she died of happiness.
He rolled her onto her side and lay down behind her. Now, at last, she would get that thick snake she longed for so much. He nudged it between her butt cheeks, but he didn’t press it into her burning chasm the way she wanted him to. He slid his fingers around through her saturated lips to circle her one more time. “Like this? Is this the way?”
She couldn’t bear the intensity one second longer. She laid her head back on his shoulder. One knee hooked over his hips so he pried her apart. He clamped his fingers inside her while his flat palm beat against her pubic bone. “Is this what you like? Is this what gets you off? Huh? Is that right?”
She howled to the skies, to the indifferent forest. Wasn’t this what she wanted? Wasn’t this what she was made for when she mated for life? What did she have to complain about now?
Oh, heaven, she wanted his cock so bad. She wanted him inside her. She wanted to surround his throbbing cock with her quivering muscles and stroke him to the same pitch of ecstasy he gave her.
Somehow, he finally found her breasts. He shoved her shirt up around her armpits, and her bra strap fell the rest of the way off her shoulder. Her breast flopped into his hand. At last!
She succumbed to the vicious cruelty of that hand around her breast. He tormented her nipple worse than she ever imagined. She whimpered and seethed, but she couldn’t break free of those hands holding her from every direction. If she thrashed too hard and tore her breast out of his hand, he held her in place with his other hand between her legs. He controlled her torso with one hand and her hips with the other.
She spasmed back and forth between his hands. She backed her ass against his prick, but he wouldn’t advance one iota. He was master. He called the shots. He was the powerful black panther, and he had his mate under him. She couldn’t get away until he followed his destiny to its natural conclusion.
He clutched her with all his power to keep control of her outbursts. She no longer threw herself against him. Her body undulating forward and back did that for her. Her own orgasmic gusts arched her spine to meet his hips. Her juices gushed off his hand to slather his shaft and welcome it in.
His breath grated through his teeth. He moaned as loud as she did, and his noises excited her drunken brain beyond words. He was a monster. He was a demon. He was raging and ferocious. He was an animal in search of his mate.
She submitted to his overpowering manhood. She melted in his hands, and her flesh responded to his commands. He completed her even when he held back from taking her. How much better would it be when he gave in and took her for himself?
She didn’t care anymore. She drifted on her fluffy clouds. She might never come down. Would they ever leave this glade? Would he ever finish taking her again and again? He would reduce her to a saturated quivering mass of jelly before he took her, and once he did, who knew how long he would go before he gave up?
She celebrated every move he made. Now, at last, he would take her. She would take his throbbing prick into her and collapse in another earth-shattering series of orgasms.
He never did, though. Now, he turned her over onto her back, but he didn’t release her. His fingers still delved to her very core while he pillowed her head on his other arm. He worked her shirt off to let both breasts lie exposed to the sunshine.
He stirred her cauldron to fresh syrupy squirts and sucked her nipple between his teeth. He nagged them erect with his teeth until she whimpered into his hair, but he never came any closer to drilling her. What was wrong with him? Didn’t he want her? Was she too precious for that, now that she was his life’s mate?
She gyrated her hips to ride his hand. His palm slapped her mound while his fingers swished through her puffy cushions. She frowned down at his face resting on her breast. She mussed his hair and shoved her nipple into his mouth.
His eyes kept questioning, “Like this? Is that what you like?”
She’d had enough. She couldn’t lie quietly under this treatment. She groped down his abs to the demon cock lying against her ass. She found its rigid length, and her grateful fingers closed around it. His eyes clamped shut, and he winced against her breast. His teeth nicked her hard, and she yelped in pain.
She hung on for dear life. She rolled the loose skin down his shaft to the base where his nuts rested in their wrinkled sac. She stroked that devil prick. The faster she stroked, the harder he chewed. He didn’t copy her movements anymore. He pumped his fist between her legs and punched his knuckles into her swollen wetness.
She lurched back and forth, and every convulsion rocketing through her yanked her hand along his cock. She stroked it faster. If she could only excite him enough, he might unleash it on her. He had to. He had to.
He flexed his hips forward to jab her in the ass. He wanted her. He got closer. His muscles popped under his shirt. He let go of her breast just long enough to tug his shirt up. His naked chest and stomach touched her back to drive her out of her mind.
One more yank, and he tossed the shirt aside. Now nothing separated them but the clear air. Her hand jerked him closer. He thrust it into her hand. A wrenching gasp scraped through his teeth. He whimpered at every stroke of her hand. Oh, yes. Oh, yeah. Just a little more. Just a little further.
She prayed and longed for him, but instead of plowing between her thighs to the sopping hole waiting for him, he rolled her the rest of the way onto her back. He withdrew his hand and let go of her breast. She lay bare and alone on the grass at his side.
He couldn’t be ready to quit. He couldn’t. She wouldn’t let him. He already gave her more orgasms than she ever experienced in her life, but she needed so much more than this. She studied
his face. He rose above her, and his bare body spread over her to keep her warm. She swam in his burning eyes. His lips asked her that same constant question. Like this? Did she like it like this?
His tongue dabbled in her mouth. His cheeks smelled of strawberries and pineapple. Her body settled into the calm quiet of his rock solid presence. He was here. He wasn’t going anywhere.
She just got used to lying under the protection of his bulk when his cock throbbed between her legs. She’d forgotten about it, but it was right here, not one inch from her opening. He wouldn’t…Would he?
Yes, he was. He angled his hips to drop it into the open space between her legs. Its raging tip touched her engorged petals. He was about to…Oh, my God! He was. He advanced without letting her mouth go. He inched higher, and the taut mushroom wedged its round cap into the channel. He wasn’t…Oh, Jesus, no!
Yes! He was in. The ridge popped over her tight entrance, and that long shaft glided home on a slick film of her juices. She shuddered all down her body, but nothing blocked his passage. He twisted his hips once to wind it in, and his tight head came to rest in her innermost anatomy.
She sank down on that demon spike. It filled all the empty places in her soul so she could never be empty again. Its massive thickness caressed her beyond imagining. Even now, its throbbing veins tickled her muscles to spasm. Those contractions stroked it with the same rapid-fire rhythm as her hand around his meat.
Oh, God, how could she ever think mating for life could be boring compared to sleeping around? Why did she ever hesitate from seizing this impossible pleasure for herself? What war she doing with herself all these years, throwing her life away on one man after another? She would never make that mistake again.
Her channel rippled up and down to the innermost inches where his head slotted against her. He didn’t have to move. Her muscles did all the work for him. He panted and gritted his teeth against the quickening action stroking him to climax. Could he hold out? Could he take her again and again the way he used to, now that it meant so much more? She couldn’t bear the disappointment if he couldn’t.
She didn’t need to worry. He glided out and in on that magic carpet of her juice. He took his time until she wept and thrust against him, but he didn’t plunge and pound. He tickled her delicious opening until steaming gushes of fluid bathed his smoldering cock. He withdrew rivulets of golden honey to dribble down her ass. Then he drilled it in so slow she couldn’t comprehend it.
Whenever he found a sweet spot that drove her crazy, he lingered there. He wound his prick into it and nuzzled it sideways until she exploded into fresh bursts of screaming enthusiasm. When that spot petered out, he moved on to the next one. He worked his way up and down her channel for hours until she couldn’t summon the energy to hold onto him anymore. She collapsed on the grass, but he wasn’t finished yet. She wheezed through her parched throat, and he hadn’t got off once.
He picked her up in his powerful arms and sat her on his lap, just the way he did when she was fully clothed. She stared into his eyes. Was this the moment to which everything else led? Had he planned this from the moment he sat her down on this bank? He fantasized about this, and everything else, his constant questions, his watching her work herself up, and his copying her exactly—all of it prepared her for this moment.
He sat back on the grass and stretched his legs out under her. He extended her legs beyond his hips so her ankles crossed behind his back. He kissed her, and their bodies joined from their mouths, down their chests, to the secret puzzle locked together at their waists.
He didn’t have to pump and thrust now. He didn’t have to move. All he had to do was breathe. His breath filled her nostrils. His scent spun in her head. His body matched her rhythm in slow steady beats.
His chest touched her breasts. Her heavenly desire, all the orgasmic pleasure he gave her, lifted her to touch him back. When she breathed, her body pulsed against him. His prick nestled into her being, and they became, at last, one and the same person.
She could sit here for the rest of her life. She could die in bliss at joining with him. She wanted nothing but his lips, his chest brushing her nipples erect, his cock buried in her core.
She didn’t notice that rhythm coming faster and faster. She didn’t notice her hips rocking on his lap or his nuts smacking her ass. She didn’t notice anything but his eyes and his kiss, his delicious mesmerizing power joining them together.
What could one more peak do for her? She’d already peaked so many times, she didn’t notice the next one creeping up on her. She only wallowed in the intoxicating peace of him, her mate.
When did that primal howl explode out of her soul to touch the skies? When did she crash into pieces on his granite bulk? When did his fingers explore behind her ass to touch her flaming tissues?
She never knew. She saw only him. His eyes read her destiny, and his body fulfilled it. His swaying action rolled with the growling breath in her mouth. His prick throbbed against their insides. She couldn’t stand how big and fierce and dangerous it was. It would split her in half, but she had to ride it harder than she ever rode before.
She spurred him faster with her kicking hips. He didn’t rock her with his breath now. She threw her legs back. She didn’t care what he wanted. She wanted to straddle him, to drive that thing deeper and harder. She planted her knees into the ground and galloped into the distance.
He submitted to her whims—or was it her who submitted to his? She couldn’t keep track of where he ended and she began. She had to run faster. She had to whip him to ever-greater feats of prowess. She had to wring every last drop of his pearly jizz from his raging cock.
Their lips broke apart in loud screams of ecstasy. He threw his head back. She clawed his chest and bit his neck. Her cream smeared over his hips and coated his nuts. She banged her bones on his spike until she shrieked in delighted fulfillment.
Jordan braced his hands against the ground behind him. He didn’t try to cradle her anymore. He thrust his hips into the air to bounce her on his prick. He nailed her sweet flesh with his hammer.
She grabbed his shoulders and worked him back and forth to destroy her tender tissues on his wicked tool. She screeched and moaned until that sticky lava spurted from his cock to fill her with his seed. She swayed on endless seas, and he cradled her head to hold her up. He swept her around in a circle until the cries died on her lips to whimpering sighs. He swirled her in gentle waves until she buzzed to the peak of delirium all over again.
Chapter 11
Ebony rolled over to find Jordan sitting up. He gazed into the stream and didn’t see her open her eyes. She ran her fingertips up and down his back to scratch him through his T-shirt. “What are you thinking about?”
He moved his head, but he didn’t turn around. “I’m thinking about you.”
“I’m right here.”
He squeezed her knee where her legs crossed next to him, but he still didn’t turn around. “I can’t take you home. I’m sorry.”
Ebony sucked her breath through her teeth. “You can’t take me home! Why not?”
“I mean I can’t take you home to my place. I don’t want you sharing a room with Hunter, and my pop would make your life a living hell if he didn’t throw you out in the street. I don’t want you going through that.”
She relaxed. “So what do you want to do?”
“That’s what I’m just thinking about.”
She waited. “So what did you come up with.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t come up with anything, and then you woke up. So these are the circumstances in which we find ourselves.”
“There must be somewhere we can go.”
“I don’t want to go to your place, either.”
“I don’t want you going to my place, either,” she told him. “Onyx would be all over you.”
He turned around, but he didn’t lie down next to her. He confronted her with an expression she never saw on him before. The man she knew all her life, the man
she spent the last three weeks with, no longer existed. She had only the man from the stump left.
This man left her in awe of his masterful power. He could command the attention of crowds. He could shoot his mind into their hearts with a few words. He mesmerized her that way, too.
He didn’t want her body right now. He wanted her mind and her heart and her spirit. He wanted a partner, someone he could trust to face a difficult and dangerous situation head-on.
So, this was what mating for life really meant. It wasn’t about sex at all. It was about standing firm with one person. It was about trusting him or her with your life—with so much more than your life. Did any Midnight understand this moment? Did any Midnight really understand what it meant to trust somebody?
Not even close family members trusted and relied on each other like this. They couldn’t. They hadn’t made the commitment to each other, for better or for worse. They came and went.
She sat up and grabbed her shirt. Her life changed, and she wouldn’t go back to the old way. She crossed that bridge, and now Jordan needed her. She would be that person for him. She was his mate, and this concerned her as much as him. Where would they go when they got back? She didn’t know, but wherever they went, they would go together. She mated with Jordan for life. Onyx and Cole and all the others would have to deal with that.
She hooked her bra and strapped the cups in place. She poured herself into her shirt and shorts. How ridiculous those clothes seemed to her now. They didn’t do anything for anybody. They attracted men to her honeypot, but that was all. They served no other useful function.
She would have to change when she got home. She would borrow some more practical clothes from…somewhere. He didn’t watch her get dressed. He didn’t care about her clothes. She was more than a body to him. He watched the pastel colors of dawn play over the stream. The sun touched the tree tops over Midnight Moraine.
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