Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition)

by Johnson, James

  Steven momentarily released her clit and plunged his tongue deep inside her.

  “Ummm,” he groaned. Jena knew the sound. He was getting high from her taste. Steven was in heaven when he was licking up her juices.

  The thought stayed with her. To know that she was the object of so much desire…that she was so valued…so craved…it was so fucking hot. So fucking hot!

  It was an incredible aphrodisiac to know you’re turning someone on to this degree. Once again she was in his head. He was lost in her and her body. Her scent, her taste, her essence—he was eating it up. There was nothing Steven would rather do than lick and suck on her. There was no place he would rather be than between her legs eating her hot pussy.

  Yeah, this man loves my pussy! He loves sucking and licking me! He loves my cum all over his face! So fucking intimate! So fucking erotic! So fucking hot!

  The first wave crashed and carried her away.

  “Oh, God! Oh Fuck! Ummmmm! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!”

  Her pussy erupted as the pleasure broke free. It raced from the source hungry for flesh. It permeated her entire body. It was a deluge of lust that flooded every cell. It saturated her in pleasure. It was Steven eating her pussy and giving her what she wanted, she needed, she craved. It was satisfying relief for a very horny girl. And she wanted more.

  Steven gave her a reprieve as she caught her breath. He looked at her face that reflected the pleasure. He gazed into the eyes that captured the essence of sensuality. Those beautiful green eyes were talking. They were saying thank you for your touch. Thank you for giving me pleasure. Thank you for understanding me and my needs. They were honest eyes. Underneath was his hungry, horny baby. Yes, his hot baby needed to cum some more.

  Steven was basking in her release as much as she. To give her pleasure was the ultimate. To watch her squirm as the waves of passion crashed over her was as good as it got. To see her wallow in ecstasy from his touch, his kisses, his caresses—nothing was better.

  Steven held his open hand over her pussy, almost but not quite touching it. It was literally steaming. He could feel the condensation of lust coating his palm. It was Jena’s hot cum bubbling over and begging for more. It was her steamy animal trying to run free. It was his sexy baby just being her sexual, sensual, horny self.

  Steven had to have it. Jena’s delicious pussy was right there in front of him. Her thick and lusty juices were amassed inside. They were ready to be coaxed out by his touch. Jena would be a cum machine tonight. He could feel it. She would let it flow. His horny baby needed it.

  Steven licked her from top to bottom. It was a long, slow lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top. From her ass all the way to her clit and up and over he ran his tongue. He could feel her feeling him. He felt her feel the sensation of raw pleasure.

  Jena moaned softly as he did it again. This time he scooped up a taste of her. He held it for a moment and cupped it in his tongue. He savored the taste that was like no other. It was the taste of lust and passion. It was the intimate juice of his hot and horny girl. It was a taste of heaven.

  Jena dripped onto his lips. Her essence ran down the sides of his tongue. He let her sweet honey roll down his throat. It was piece of his baby that he wanted to carry forever. It was a piece of her soul that he wanted inside.

  His senses bathed in her essence as he swallowed her down. It couldn’t get more intimate. To drink her in was to take in her spirit. It was consuming her beauty and her nature. It was a piece of her lusty drive sliding down his throat and into his soul.

  Steven made sure that she heard him swallow her. He wanted her to know. She would have no doubt how much he was into her, how much she turned him on. To take in her juice was to take in heaven. To swallow her hot cum was a treat, a delicacy. It was a precious piece of her heated desire.

  Call it dirty, call it nasty—call it whatever. If that’s what it was then so be it. Getting dirty and nasty can be a huge turn-on. Rolling in the sweat and the spit and the cum was fucking fun. To be able to play in the love and lust was a gift. Enjoy it. That’s what he and his hot sexy baby were all about. They were natural and free. Giving and taking and exhausting themselves into each other…yeah, so fucking hot.

  It was love and trust and giving. That’s what it really was. It was opening up and being honest with each other. Jena was his baby to do as he pleased. What turned him on turned her on. She too was rolling in the lust. What turned her on turned him on. It was sharing their gift of each other and letting the curtain fall.

  They were exposing the raw underbelly of sexuality. They were famished for the flesh. They were two sensual beings lusting after each other with no holds barred. There were no limits or controls. There was only the pursuit of pleasure. And right now her throbbing clit was staring him in the face. It was filled with hot blood and was begging to be caressed. It was pleading to be licked and sucked and made to cum. And it would.

  Steven took it into his mouth and gave it a good suck. He licked all around it. Jena’s pussy opened up to thank him. Her lips unfolded to prepare for her pleasure. Her pink flesh glistened inside. It awaited the onslaught of ecstasy that would surely come.

  “Ummm,” Steven groaned in a low rumble. “You’re so fresh and clean and tasty. I’m gonna eat you good, baby.”

  Steven’s words were flames of her desire. They were leading to the edge. She could cum from his voice alone. He was so damn sexy, so damn sensual. He was so fucking hot!

  “Yeah, baby,” said Steven. “You just lay back and take it. I’m gonna suck all the cum out of your hot pussy.”

  “Ohhh, God!” cried Jena. He had her so worked up. She was so fucking horny that she could explode any moment.

  “Ummm,” moaned Steven as he plunged his tongue deep inside her.

  “Ahhhhhhh!” shouted Jena. “Ohhhh, God.”

  Jena left the world behind as the pleasure overtook her. Steven’s talented tongue and lips began a furious assault on her senses. He had set her up for this and now it had arrived.

  Steven licked her clit. He sucked it into his mouth and rolled it between his lips. He let it go and dove back into her soaking wet pussy. He sucked in her lips and her flesh as if he were trying to swallow her whole. He filled his mouth with her pussy inside and out. Then he released it and lapped her up with his tongue.

  Jena covered his face with another explosion. She could feel him and hear him reveling in his reward. She momentarily opened her eyes and saw her man taking her in.

  Steven lifted his face and it glistened in the light. He was a hungry beast devouring his prey. He was her lusty man getting his fill. He was eating her pussy like a starving animal. He was sucking her pussy as if his life depended on it. He was a ravenous savage lost in lust.

  Jena showered him again as her walls released another wave. Hot, wet cum flowed from her into her baby’s mouth and over his face. It washed over his tongue that was searing her flesh with pleasure. It flowed endlessly as Steven licked and sucked and swallowed her down. It was pure ecstasy for him as much as her. Jena’s pleasure had saturated them both. It was one long orgasm that just kept coming.

  Over and over Jena delivered her prize. It was hot and wet and filled with passion. It was an unleashing of raw desire. Her pussy was being taken. It was being made to cum. She couldn’t have stopped it if she wanted to. She was a pleasure machine that was out of control.

  Steven had gone primal. Her hot man was sucking her up with wild abandon. All conscious thought was long gone. He was being led by his hot blood. Hot pussy was the only thing on his mind. Making it cum was all he wanted. Her sexy man was possessed by the pleasure. He was giving…he was taking…he was licking and sucking her clit and the walls of searing hot flesh inside.

  Steven was lost in the moment and the hot pussy that was his. It was his pussy and he would make it cum…cum…cum. Yes, he would. He could be gentle or he could be rough. All that mattered was making Jena’s hot pussy push out the pleasure—all of it. He would dominate her and
fill her with so much pleasure that she would beg him to stop.

  Yeah, he would give his horny baby something to remember. He would give her something to think about on those horny nights alone. When she’s lying in her bed aching with desire this is the image that would consume her. As her fingers worked their magic he would be in her head. Memories of him devouring her pussy would fuel the fire as she brought herself. Yeah, there would be no stopping this memory. He was setting her pussy on fire.

  Jena’s pussy was electric. It was pulsating with raw pleasure. Steven’s face was buried deep inside her. Never had he been so deep. His tongue was licking up and down the side of her walls. His lips and mouth were sucking in her flesh. His hot mouth was filled with her, as much as it would hold. He was squeezing out the lust trying to get every drop, every granule, every bit of her lusciousness. She could feel him trying to swallow her down. He was consuming her. Steven was an animal who had lost all control.

  Jena gazed down at the sight below. Her hot, horny, sexy man was all in her pussy. Her…her…her—that’s all he cared about. That’s all he wanted. He was giving her all he had. He was lost in the lust of her hot pussy. He was lapping her up, sucking her in, bathing her clit in licks and nips and sucks. Steven was taking his pussy. It was too much to bear. Jena threw her head back.

  Yeah, fuck yeah! So fucking hot! Eat my pussy! Yeah, eat my hot fucking pussy…baby…Eat it! Eat it!!

  “Ohhhhhhh Fuck! Ohhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Godddd!”

  Jena let loose with a primal scream. It was a release of passion and lust that went beyond ecstasy. It drenched her in pleasure. It felt like a lightning bolt of raw pleasure had struck her, filling her flesh and bones with its power. It was so deeply satisfying…so fulfilling…so damn primal. It was food for the soul.

  Steven must have read her thoughts. All she wanted now was his hard cock. She wanted it stuck inside her. Her pussy was craving something to squeeze, something to hold onto after the explosion of pleasure. Nothing would do except his thick, hard, hot cock plunged deep inside her.

  “I gotta fuck you, baby!” cried Steven. His eyes were black with lust.

  Steven stood up. His cock was thick and hard. The head was purple and raging with hot blood. It was filled to the top with his hot cum, hot sticky cum that was begging to flood her pussy.

  Jena lay back onto the sofa and spread herself out. Her pussy lips were open and ready to take him inside. She watched as Steven climbed on top of her. His cock rubbed against her stomach. She felt the fire.

  Steven guided his cock to its home. He entered her with one hard plunge. Her flesh unfolded and took him in. Steven instantly began thrusting into her—deep, hard and fast.

  Steven wasted no time. This was not going to be a marathon. This was not about trying to last for hours. This was letting everything go and letting the body rule. His baby could cum or he could cum or they both could cum. It was all up to the flesh. The animal would decide those matters. All he knew was that he would enjoy the hot, wet pussy that was wrapped around his hungry cock.

  Steven began pumping her harder. His strokes were powerful. His cock was hard as steel and hot as fire. It was thick and fat and was reaching the back of her pussy. She could feel the head. She could feel it expanding as it always did just before it came. It was pulsating the way it did just before it shot a load of his hot cum in her. For sure she would be awash in his sweet, salty essence any second now.

  “Yeah, baby!” shouted Jena. “Cum inside me! Shoot it in me, baby!”

  The words of his baby set him free.

  “I’m cumming, baby! I’m coming now! Oh, God! Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!”

  Steven felt it from his head to his toes. The first contraction flooded her with his hot juice. He felt his balls squeezing out the pleasure as it raced through his cock. It was heated by the fiery blood of raw passion and lust. Again and again it spurted into his hot baby and she took it like a Queen. He filled her with his creation. He pumped his precious baby full of his seed. He drained every drop of himself into her reservoir of lust.

  Jena was in Heaven. Steven’s cock was deep inside her. His balls were pressed against her ass. He was squeezing the last few drops of his hot cum into her. Her pussy was completely satisfied. Inside their waters became one. It was a deluge of passion and lust and raw desire.

  They reveled in the essence of each other. They drank in each other’s pleasure. They bathed in the light of the lust. They wallowed in the juices of love. Theirs was a salute to the miracle. It was a celebration of the magic of their union—the magic of Steven and Jena.

  Chapter 40

  Steven waited as his computer booted up. His head was all over the place. Actually he was quite anxious. He wasn’t the type of person who normally became distressed. And he certainly wasn’t a person who worried a lot—far from it.

  Work, writing and money issues were all part of it. But it all revolved around one central concern—Jena girl. Never before had his heart ruled his head. Never before had emotions overpowered every other aspect of his life. Never before had he been in love.

  Jena was still sleeping. His sweet baby was all wrapped up in her blanket and holding her pillow. He loved seeing her like that. When she was knocked out and recharging her batteries she was at peace. She looked so sweet, so appealing—so damn cute. Jena had a hold on him like nothing before. She was truly special.

  Finally the computer screen appeared. Steven took a deep breath. It had only been a day, but he had to know. How many books had he sold? Had any of his hard work paid off in dollars? Had a miracle occurred overnight that would allow him and his baby to stay together?

  Steven clicked onto Amazon’s author page. He typed in his name. He clicked onto the latest sales report. One long second later it opened.

  He quickly calculated the figures. Damn! Only forty books had sold in the previous 24 hours. That was a respectable number, but it certainly wasn’t the miracle he needed. Nope, he needed a big score. He needed a home run. He needed a last second swish through the nets of love. He needed his hot Jena girl.

  Reality began to set in. Tomorrow morning he would crawl out of bed. Jena’s warm body would no longer be by his side. He would get dressed and walk out the door. He would get in his rental car and head to the airport. He would fly far away from the touch of his baby. He would leave her kisses behind. He would drag his lonely heart back to Texas.

  Home wouldn’t be home without his baby. Her charm, her laughter, the smile on her face and those beautiful green eyes—oh, how he would miss them. No longer would her touch be a reach away. Her sensual body would be a torturing image that would surely drive him mad.

  Steven took another deep breath. They had twenty more hours before they parted. He damn sure wasn’t going to spend that precious time moping around. And that wasn’t Jena’s style either. In some ways she was more positive about the situation than he. She always had that spark of optimism that lifted them both. It was the essence of her spirit. It was the sparkle behind her eyes. It was hope and faith and trusting in fate. It was knowing that love would find a way.

  Suddenly he felt her touch. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He felt her warm kiss on his neck. Steven turned into his baby.

  “Good morning,” said Jena.

  Her smile was as bright as the sunshine streaming through the window. Her eyes gleamed with the presence of a higher power. His baby’s beauty melted the madness that threatened him. Nothing mattered but here and now. He could see her, hear her and touch her. He could wrap his arms around her. Her breath warmed his skin. Her energy seeped into his soul. That was his Jena girl.

  “Good morning, baby,” answered Steven. His voice was tender and sincere. It seemed to smile.

  Steven took her into his arms. Her essence had already captured him. He was a slave of her heart. There was no escape and nowhere to run. He was a prisoner of love. Jena was his baby. Jena was the One.

  Jena felt her baby’s emotions. His embrace triggered the fall of
the wall. The barriers once again fell to the ground. She felt the warmth of his heart and the heat of his soul. She entered him as he entered her. Their spirits danced to a song of their hearts. They were truly each other in every sense. They were two in love. They were one.

  “Baby,” said Steven on a soft voice. “You wanna know something?”

  Jena raised her head and looked up at him. “Yeah, baby, what is it?”

  Steven kissed her on the forehead. “I love you.”

  “Oh, Steven. Oh, baby.”

  Jena was at a loss for words. It didn’t matter for there was no reply necessary. They both knew what they had. It was the real thing. Steven knew what was going on in her head. He knew how much she cared for him. She didn’t have to say it.

  A single teardrop fell from her eye. Steven wiped it off her cheek. He captured it on the tip of his finger.

  “You know what that is, baby?” he said. “That’s a drop of pure love. That’s what that is. It’s not a tear of grief or suffering. It’s not even a tear of joy. It’s bigger than that. This is us, baby. This is you and me. This is our love.”

  “Oh, baby,” said Jena. Her voice was shaky with emotion. “I love you more than you could ever imagine. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. We’ve gotta make this work. Please, baby, I need you so much.”

  “We’ll make it work, baby. I promise you. This is too big to let it slip away. It’s too damn good. We’re meant for each other. We won’t let the world tear us apart. No way, baby.”

  They held each other tight and let it flow. It was that magic, that energy, that something that was bigger than them both. It empowered them and filled them with confidence. It instilled hope and a belief that all would come to be. Its invisible power raced through their flesh and blood. It bore down through the skeleton of ignorance and whispered the secret as it passed through. And the secret was love.

  Steven and Jena were created for each other. They knew it way back then. Long ago their torch of love was lit. They were mere kids, but they both knew it. It was already burning inside of them. For twenty long years the flame stayed alive. For two decades it flickered with hope. It survived the coming and going of the pretenders as it waited on the real thing. It burned through marriage and the illusion of happiness. It kept a dim light glowing through the pain of divorce. It persevered as time ticked away.