WickedBeast

by Gail Faulkner

  Kelly arched in shuddering reaction, the pleasure coming at her too hard, one punching through the last with merciless intensity. Gasping for air, she couldn’t even scream as he took her intimate flesh. His mouth consumed her with raw power. Right on the edge of ruthless, he drank from her body. His tongue commanding she surrender what he wanted.

  She’d never known it could be like this. He was in what would usually be considered a submissive position, his head between her legs, and she was totally out of control. He demanded and she complied, and then there was more. Shatteringly more.

  His tongue flicked over her clit in maddening staccato as two fingers pushed into her, creating an impact explosion. The ripples of power shot through her and Kelly’s head whipped back. She grabbed a decorative pillow to jam over her mouth as he threw her into a hard, fast orgasm, driving her deeper into the vortex. His fingers sliding in and out of her, stretching her, commanding her, drawing out her response.

  His head lifted to watch as he entered her for the first time. So beautiful. His Wind Witch poured her power into him and he had to clamp his mouth shut and pant through his teeth to control his response. Every breath was her scent, the taste on his tongue was her pleasure, and the beautiful channel straining around his fingers was the hottest portal to pleasure he’d ever known. She was so tight, so compellingly innocent and yet not. As he watched the last weak contractions around his invading fingers, Cord smiled.

  Kelly had no idea how long it took for her brain to quit shooting thoughts around in drunken abandon. The return of reality found her stunned at the power of what they’d just shared. How easily he drew what he needed from her, and now she’d just noticed he was studying her response as his fingers pulled out and he dragged them over plump folds. The aftermath of orgasm was quickly overcome with the sizzle of embarrassment, swiftly followed by her acknowledging the erotic punch of her pleasure in that sensation. She was surprised.

  Beneath him, she had one leg draped over the back of the couch, the other held wide, and he was looking at her as he fingered her. Her body was wantonly displayed and she moved under his fingers, shamelessly following them as much as she could. Her fully exposed channel clenched and dripped, and she liked it. The mix of shy embarrassment and naughty display made her aware of his control in a way she’d never experienced before. Who was this woman? Kelly had no idea.

  He didn’t give her time to process the unexpected impact of her pleasure in his control. A wicked smile touched his lips as he lifted fingers so he could drag a long lick up her sensitized folds. Then his body surged up her and his mouth was on her lips. She opened naturally under him and he thrust into her mouth.

  Her own taste in her mouth was a shock, and yet Kelly couldn’t deny the zing of erotic pleasure as he introduced her to it. Cord took her mouth in a demanding kiss that filled her, and it was amazing. His body heavily pressing down on her, the feel of steel between her legs as his cock dragged up her wet folds, all of it was overwhelming. Again he was rocking his cock over her clit. Hard, demanding, his body rubbed every inch, and she liked it.

  Kelly’s fingers curled into claws as she lost all hope of controlling her own responses and sank into his power. Her hips rolled with his every movement. Sensations were blowing through her, firing down her legs. Her nails dragged down his back.

  The thick steel of his cock nudged her opening. Its head slick with his own lubricant mixed with her damp welcome and he pushed into her. His mouth pulled off her lips.

  “Look at me,” he commanded.

  Kelly’s eyes opened to gaze into his and Cord pushed. Thick cock stretched her channel. He stopped and slowly grasped her legs again, placing them over his shoulders. Then his elbows rested on the cushions as his hands grasped either side of her head, his eyes never leaving hers. She couldn’t move unless he let her. Her body tilted to accept him, open and completely defenseless.

  The spiral of sensation whirled off the charts as Kelly trembled beneath the huge male above her.

  “That’s it,” he encouraged softly. “Feel it all, baby.”

  Kelly wasn’t capable of a response as he pushed into her body. His thrust was not harsh, but it was forceful. He entered her. She felt her body strain around him and it seemed impossible there could be more. He kept pushing.

  “Yes, more,” he growled as her breath came in short pants. “That’s it, feel how tight you are, baby. How perfect.”

  It seemed a long time before she felt him fully seated in her body. Thick, long and so hard. Her back had struggled to straighten as if to make room for him. But there was very little movement she could manage as his wide chest pressed down on her, forcing her knees close to her breasts. Her eyes widened as he held her gaze in ruthless openness. He gave her no place to hide, no option to shield her response to his demands.

  Hardly had he fully impaled her and his hips were pulling out. Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp as he pulled over every nerve that was clamped around him. This time his thrust into her depths was a little faster, sharper. As he plunged into her, the hot head of the post he was jamming in her hit a bundle of nerves she’d never known was there. It must be attached to her backbone because the response was electric and shot through her on the impact.

  Her body responded with such force Kelly would have wrenched away from him if she’d been able. She couldn’t and he was already pulling back to pound down into her again, and damn it, she loved it.

  One of his hands moved over her mouth as he muffled her scream. He slammed into her, and Kelly’s eyes glazed over. She broke out in a sweat as heat bloomed from the inside out. And still his eyes commanded her, took her as surely as the cock ramming in and out of her body. He demanded more than she was. He was getting everything he wanted.

  With each deep thrust he hit her internal pleasure-shock center. Gradually increasing the speed, he wound up the intensity, granting her no recovery time as new sensations crashed into each other, pounded through each other in an ever deeper decent into chaos. Helpless beneath him, Kelly surrendered to the mindless sensation. Her body responded to his demands, complying each time he decided she would feel more, take more.

  Cord had known entering this woman would seal his future. What Kelly brought to this was more than any imaginings had prepared him for. Feeling her pleasure as he took control of their lovemaking had driven him as surely as any drug addict would do anything it took to get a fix. Pushing her into pleasure rewarded him in ways almost sinister in their grasp on his needs.

  So he gave her more, taking control, letting her feel the hard need as he touched her, drank her, consumed her. With each demand, her pleasure spiraled higher. His little Wind Witch liked power in her lover. As he looked down into the eyes of the woman who owned him, he very nearly lost his mind trying to comprehend the absolute perfection she embodied. Her need, her acceptance, everything about her was perfect.

  Driving into her hard and fast, the fierce beast within demanded he scream his claiming. Holding back his elemental statement took a toll, but it was nothing compared to the control required to keep from hurting her. What he wanted and what she could take were not even close at this point. But damn, what she gave him.

  The tight clasp of her body as she clenched around him was never going to be enough. He plunged into her with carefully restrained power. Each forceful entry smacking her clit with his groin, twisting so slightly she was not aware of his method to increase her pleasure.

  His hands framed her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. Looking into her soul, he read each shock wave of pleasure and drank it. He held nothing back, driving her to come for him. The power in her release washed through him and he had to break eye contact to control his response. Sinking down, he took her mouth in a deep, hard kiss. His body slowed, driving in and out of her with gradually declining intensity.

  Lifting off her mouth, he smiled as he gazed into her wide eyes. He saw shock, a little fear perhaps, but mostly wonder. Pulling out of her slowly as she panted th
rough the sensations, he repressed a chuckle at the ghost of a frown on her forehead. No, he was not done and neither was she. Her taste for his control meant he got to enjoy showing her without wasting time explaining it.

  Cord burrowed his arms under her body to lift her with him as he sat up on the couch, turning her to face away from him. Her legs draped on the outside of his thighs, opening her completely as he pulled her back to his chest. She was still breathing harshly, and that was okay with him. There was no need for her to talk at this moment.

  He relaxed back with her flattened against him. In this position, she was available to his hands in every way. He started with her breasts. Those sweet mounds he’d barely enjoyed so far. His began on her ribs and slid up to cup both breasts, gently kneading them. Her arms fluttered as if to grasp the back of his hands.

  “Reach behind your neck and clasp your hands.” His command rumbled in her ear.

  Kelly felt the deep tones of his voice resonated in each bone of her body. He intended her to feel the acceptance of his right to handle her. She did it, exactly what he told her to. It was difficult and it was so easy. She straddled his lap with the hard length of his cock pressing against her open pussy, her back extended, leaning against his chest. Raising her arms to clasp her hands behind her neck presented her breasts.

  Exposed and open, she shuddered in response to the emotional impact his commands drew from her soul. Yet there was no question in her mind that pleasure bloomed from this new Kelly. Where had this wanton, shameless woman been all her life? He had just screwed reality out of the room and now he asked for more. And it was amazing. The sensations zipping across her body as his hands closed around her breasts were a mix of shivering in the light and the dark pleasures he introduced her to.

  “So beautiful,” his deep voice rumbled in her ear as he looked down, watching the candlelight glow off her pale skin as he manipulated soft flesh. “So fucking beautiful.”

  Fingers and thumbs captured distended nipples, rolling them gently. At the new sensation, her hips shifted, pressing down on his stiff cock. He increased the pressure and twisted a little further, causing her pelvis to arch as she rubbed herself on him. Her body’s damp response bathed his rigid cock as she moved. Low moans whispered from her mouth and he sucked in a deep breath, drinking the scent of her renewed excitement.

  His hands remained on her sensitive flesh, increasing the pressure as her excitement rose in relation to his firm handling of her body. Her hips squirmed on him, giving back vibrations that fired along his nerve endings with the gentle sting of being naked and too close to a sparkler. She was magnificent.

  “Fold your legs under your thighs,” he directed.

  Doing so, she was kneeling over him. “Now lift up, baby,” he said softly. His hands on her breasts gently squeezed as he rolled her nipples. “That’s a good girl. Lower that pretty thing on what it needs. Right there. Stay right there. I want you to feel cock rubbing that pretty cunt. That’s it,” he approved as she lowered her pussy to rest lightly on the thick head of his cock. At his command, her hips swayed, rubbing herself on him.

  “So good, baby. Just like that. Feel it, feel how hard you make me.”

  His hands moved down her ribs, around to cup her belly in gentle massage as her body moved over him. He loved the feel of her moving under his hands, shifting over his cock in female demand as her pussy wept with acceptance. His hands glided across her hips and down to her straining thighs, around to the backs as muscles flexed, to cup the sweet globes of her ass. Petting over them gently at first, he enjoyed her excitement escalating with the intoxicating spice of sexual uncertainty.

  He teased her with a light touch, trailing fingers down the top of her clenched crease. Coming up under those swaying globes to travel back to her waist on the outside. Again his hands drifted down over the mounds, but this time fingers pressed marginally into her cleft. Kelly trembled, but the sway of her hips never stopped.

  Little witch didn’t know whether to be afraid or excited. He would give her what she was unsure of but not yet. He would give her everything, anything, but only when she was ready. Only when he was sure she couldn’t live without it. That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy this taste of surrender.

  Chapter Eight

  Cord slid his butt to the edge of the couch cushion, spreading his legs wider as he moved them. Relaxing back, he was half lying with her perched above him, his head lined up with her pretty bottom.

  “Lean forward, put your head between my knees,” he commanded, his hands resting lightly on her ass.

  Electricity shot through Kelly as his words exploded in her head. She knew the view he was directing her to give him. The complete exposure was shocking and intoxicating. She had gone this far, and he wanted more.

  Smoothly she complied with his direction. Her legs were now widely spread on either side of his hips, her upper body bent over as her hands clasped his knees. He was holding her bottom, but she was the one opening every secret of her body to his view.

  “Now lower that sweet pussy and take the cock it wants.”

  His hands only lightly rested on her as his direction made her push herself down on him. He would watch her take his thick rod. Though the candles around them were a soft light, she knew he had no trouble viewing every detail as she wiggled down his cock. Bent as she was, it was not easy to get him in her. Her body stretched to its limits around living steel.

  “That’s it. You can take some more. Push.”

  The last was a firm command sending a shiver of fresh excitement to mix with the already chaotic sensations his direction and body were igniting in her.

  Kelly gasped, sucking in air as she tried to comply. It was desperately important that she do exactly what he said. And yet there was a far-distant part of her that couldn’t believe the shameless woman displaying herself this way was enjoying his attention. And she was enjoying it. The evidence of her excitement dripped down his cock and off his balls onto the floor.

  “Move on it, baby.”

  Midnight stirred in his voice as he commanded her to fuck him as he watched. Wicked and wild was the rumble behind the words. Her bottom moved up and down, his hands still resting on it.

  Gently his fingers clenched as he ordered more.

  “That’s a girl. You can do it faster.”

  And she did. God help her, but she was spinning out of control as he directed her. One of his hands moved around her hip to reach in front, and his fingers flicked over her clit in wicked encouragement. The sounds coming out of her mouth were guttural, animal sounds as the entire situation took her to a new place.

  His talented fingers knew exactly what she needed. She was almost there. The stars swirled behind her tightly closed eyes then he stopped. His fingers left her and his hand again rested on her ass as she bounced up and down on his rigid cock.

  “Not yet, sweet witch,” he crooned as she shuddered over him. “This time is for me. My beautiful Wind Witch, fucking my cock is the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I want it to last. That’s a good girl. Go ahead, fuck hard. I love watching this beautiful ass rising above me like this.”

  His hands caressed her moving bottom as he spoke. Sliding down the back of her thighs, he drew his hands back up to her ass with nails digging lightly across her flesh, skittering new sensations into the overwhelming mix.

  Kelly gasped for air, straining, but she just couldn’t find the power to push herself over the edge, and he knew it. She knew he knew, and yet she couldn’t stop trying as his hands toyed with her and his eyes watched every move.

  “Ready to come?” he asked with maddening calm.

  “Yes,” she hissed urgently.

  “How much do you want it?”

  “Now. I need it now.”

  “That wasn’t the question,” he responded as one hand lifted from her bottom and allowed her motion to deliver a light smack as she worked herself on and off his rigid cock. “I asked how much.”

  “Very much,” sh
e answered.

  “Then tell me what you want. Want you need to feel.”

  “Please just touch me.”

  “How?” he asked softly.

  “I don’t care. Something, anything. I need,” she demanded breathlessly.

  “My sweet Wind Witch, you will learn not to use such sweeping statements,” he told her. “This time though, you get what you desire. Next time…” He let the sentence trail off and it didn’t matter. Kelly wasn’t listening to the words.

  His hands snaked around her hips, bringing his fingers into contact with her engorged clit. This time he clamped thumb and forefinger on it and squeeze gently as her body moved. It was more than enough. The slightly harsh sensation pitched her into orgasm.

  Her head down between his knees, facing the couch, muffled her scream, but not enough. Cord captured the sound, drinking it in with her release. All of it exploded through him, in him, around him. The pleasure skittered down his spine with the soundless scream of a razor across polished steel.

  He was almost at the end of his control. Watching her ride him to pleasure was almost too much, but not quite. Even as she relaxed onto his thighs, her body sinking over him in exhaustion, he knew he would take more. His hands petted her ass as she panted. Ah, this woman, this amazing creature, there would never be enough.

  He reached around her rib cage to lift her off him and back into his arms, settling her across his lap so her body was half propped up on the arm of the couch. Leaning over her, his hand trailed down the side of her face and her eyes fluttered open. They gazed at each other a long time as he cupped her neck.

  “I don’t think…” she started softly. His finger dropped over her lips to quiet them.