by Jenika Snow
Twenty minutes later and they were pulling onto a small dirt road. Another five minutes after that and she was starting to have some serious doubts on what she was doing.
There was no doubt she wanted him, but this was starting to seem like a very dumb move on her part, especially as darkness clawed at the truck like an old friend, and they drove even deeper into the heavily lined forest.
Yes, she might have made a mistake.
8
“You’re thinking too hard.” Talia looked over at Ford, and he grinned but didn’t take his eyes off the road. “I promise you have nothing to worry about. Your animal trusts me, yeah?” He pulled the truck in front of a modest-sized cabin and turned off the engine.
He shifted his body so he partially faced her and waited for her to respond.
Thick trees surrounded the cabin, and even though the sun had already set, she could see the beautiful craftsmanship. “Give your brother a call and tell him you made it safe and sound… although I doubt he’d really like hearing that.” He gave her a very wolfish grin, and she felt her unease disappear
Yes, her fox trusted him implicitly, and she trusted her fox. She may have some natural doubts, but she had her animal instincts, and they were telling her that Ford Wylde was not dangerous—well, not to her anyway.
She gave her brother a quick call, which only had him cursing and telling her he should have made her stay put. After assuring him she was fine and then quickly getting off the phone, she glanced at Ford through the corner of her eye. He was watching her, but she couldn’t gauge what he was thinking by his expression.
“Come on, little fox.” Ford climbed out of the truck and made quick work at rounding the front of the truck and coming to the passenger side. He pulled the door open, and before she could get out, Ford had his hands around her waist and was hauling her out of the truck.
Her bear shifter pulled her right up against his body and with purposeful movements let her body slide along his until her feet hit the ground.
She wasn’t small by any means, but when she was next to Ford, feeling all his bulging muscles press against her softness, she felt tiny and feminine. He was strong, virile, masculine, and fierce. He was everything she envisioned in a male, and she was about to have him.
With her panties unbearably wet and rubbing with every move she made, Talia shifted on her feet, trying to ease the ache. He took her face in his hands, and without anything being said, he kissed her senseless.
For long, drugging seconds, all he did was move his tongue along hers, making her drunk from his flavor until she didn’t know where he ended and she began.
Breaking the kiss then grabbing her hand, he led them up the three steps it took to reach the porch. He pushed the door open, and as soon as she stepped inside, he had her in his arms, his hands on her ass, and was striding down a hallway. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her mouth, because his lips were right back on hers, taking them like he owned them, like he owned her.
He spun her around until he had her pressed against the wall. Talia felt like she was back at the bar, being possessed by him. The feel of the tips of his fingers skimming along where her shirt had ridden up sent shivers throughout her whole body.
She could feel his nails lengthen into claws, pressing into her bare skin with the threat of breaking her flesh. Her nipples were hard as hell and felt as though they would tear right through her shirt. Seconds later, the sound of her shirt being ripped pierced the sexual haze of him taking her mouth, and then the tattered remains fell to the ground around her.
He set her on the ground, and before she could even blink, he had her pants unbuttoned, unzipped, and pushed down her thighs. Talia stared down at him as he kneeled before her and pulled her pants from her body, tossing them aside.
She stood there in her bra and panties, not caring that she was overweight, because this male caressed every part of her like he couldn’t get enough.
“God, I could touch every inch of you, and I would never get enough.” His mouth was on her thigh, and he was dragging his tongue up her leg, over her rounded belly, between her thighs, and to her neck. She was liquid beneath his touch, but ready for so much more. He moved his tongue along the base of her throat and licked and nipped at her pulse point. She was sick of talking and sick of petting. She wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, until all she could feel was him still inside her even when he wasn’t.
He gripped the back of her thighs, right under the crease of her ass, and lifted as if she weighed nothing. Wrapping her legs around his waist and running the tip of her nose up the side of his neck, she inhaled deeply and groaned at the scent of him.
He smelled like the trees and wilderness that surrounded them, like the wild animal that resided inside him. Her red fox could tell his bear was right below the surface, ready to take her like there was nothing he wanted to do more at the moment.
The room was dark, and when he bumped into something and made a grunting noise, she couldn’t help but laugh. The rough scrape of his stubble along her cheek had her laughter dying and her eyes rolling in the back of her head. The slight discomfort spurred her pleasure, and she wanted more.
“I want it rough, Ford. I want to feel you on every part of my body.” A gasp left her when she felt his canines scrape along her shoulder. He growled, a true bear-like sound that had her tightening her thighs around his waist. His dick was hard between her thighs, hot and thick, and she wanted it inside her now.
“Fuck, Talia. What are you doing to me?” He sounded pained as he murmured against her neck. Was he having second thoughts? The feel of his jean-clad erection pressed between her thighs told her he was right there with her, but he sounded as though he was unsure. “I want this, but this is all new to me.”
She gripped the sides of his face and lifted his head up. The room was shrouded in shadows, but she could see a lot of emotions passing across his face. The prominent one was this darkness that seemed to take over him, tightening his body and having a flash of self-hatred taking control.
Her fox could sense it, and her human could as well, and that meant he wasn’t trying to conceal it… or he couldn’t control it.
“I just want to feel you tonight.” Talia didn’t want to say the next part, but knew she had to make him realize his fears of her wanting more, whether she actually did or didn’t, were unfounded. Just looking at him told her he wasn’t the type of guy to have something meaningful, not when he was clearly so hurt by his past. “I just want you to touch me. I’m not asking for anything more.” The sound that came from him was rugged, but she knew he wouldn’t deny either of them what was inevitable.
“Shit.” The clouds of his inner turmoil passed along his face like a raging storm. She was set on the bed and watched with unleashed anticipation and arousal as he all but tore his own clothing from his body, tossed them aside, and grabbed a condom. His cock was huge, long, and thick.
Even in the darkness, she could see the tip dotted with a bead of pre-cum. The fact that he was just as frantic for this as she was had a powerful surge of energy moving through her.
He sheathed his massive erection, and for several long moments, all he did was stare at her, spread out on his bed like some kind of offering. She knew what she looked like: her thighs spread out, her pussy on display, and her breasts thrust out.
“Hell, Talia. I am going to take you so fucking hard.” He was staring between her thighs and ran his hand over his mouth like he was about to lose it. “Get on your belly, baby.”
Her heart was thumping so damn hard it was almost impossible to hear him. When she was on her belly, Ford gripped her ankles, yanked her roughly to the edge of the bed, and gripped her inner thighs right before he thrust them open. The tips of her toes touched the ground, and then he was ripping her panties from her body.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as he slapped his palms on the mounds of her ass so hard the sting traveled up her back.
“God, your
fucking ass was made for my cock.” His words were so rough, so hoarse, that it was like he was more bear than man at this moment. He lifted his hand, and she only had a split second to realize what he was doing before he did it. He slapped her ass again, and again, and again, until the blood rushed violently to the surface.
Ford alternated between her cheeks and soon started working his erotic spanking down the back of her thighs. Never had Talia experienced this, but she couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make her wetter than anything before. The spankings seemed to go on and on, and Ford’s low, husky whispers seemed to fuel him on even more. “You skin is so fucking hot and red from my hands.” His lips replaced where he had just spanked her ass, and his tongue moved along her deliciously abused flesh as if washing the sting away.
Cool air toyed along the crease of her ass when he spread her cheeks open, and her heart stuttered in her chest when that chilled air was replaced with his warm, humid breath. Oh God, what was he going to do?
She didn’t have time to question further, because Ford’s tongue was moving along the slit of her pussy, over the opening of her body, and between the globes of her ass. At the first flick of his tongue and mouth over that tight hole, she stiffened.
“Shh, baby. I’m gonna make it feel so fucking good for you. Just surrender this part of yourself to me. Trust me.” He flattened his tongue and licked her again. “Just trust me to make you feel good.”
She relaxed against the mattress and forced herself to just feel what he was doing, and not think about the idea of where his mouth was. This seemed taboo and unnatural, but then she just closed her eyes and let the rhythmic flicking and lapping motion of him against the area of her body no man had ever touched wash through.
When she finally let go, surrendered to him, and let herself enjoy what Ford was doing, a sense of euphoria filled her.
“Yeah, that’s fucking it. Let go, Talia.” He curled his fingers into her ass, his claws digging into her flesh and causing a surge of pain to mix with the pleasure.
He moved away from her far too soon, but before Talia could moan in her disappointment, Ford’s chest was pressed against her back, and his mouth was kissing a trail over her shoulder blades. The thick length of him pressed against the ridiculously soaked area between her thighs, and she spread her legs open wider, hoping he would take the hint and ease this torture.
When he curled his hips forward, his shaft parted her labia. A strangled groan left him but was muffled against her back. He slowly started to thrust his hips forward, and although there was no penetration, the motion of his cock rocking against her pussy had her clit swelling and the promise of orgasm swiftly approaching.
Everything was done so precisely, so masterfully, that it was a fluid movement of his hips moving against hers. Slow, steady thrusting had her gushing in need for him, wanting him inside her body already.
The tip of his dick bumped her clit over and over again until the promise of climaxing was right there. He didn’t stop though, and instead moved harder, quicker, and then she was exploding so powerfully her vision clouded with pleasure.
The gasping, strangled noises that filled the room were coming from her, but she couldn’t find humiliation in them.
Ford grunted, cursed something foul, and then right before her pleasure diminished, he was flipping her on her back, gripping her wrists in one of his hands, and thrusting them above her head. The muscles of his biceps bulged and stood in stark contrast.
At that moment, as he stared down at her with an intense and wicked look on his face, she felt totally bared and vulnerable under him.
Spreading his knees wider apart caused her thighs to open even farther. With his free hand, he took hold of the root of his dick, aligned it at the opening of her pussy, and, never breaking eye contact, shoved his cock hard and deep into her in one thrust.
Mouth parting, eyes widening, and the sense of being completely filled had euphoria washing through her. She wasn’t a virgin, but she sure as hell felt like one.
The pleasure/pain of having Ford buried inside her was the most overpowering sensation Talia had ever felt.
“Fuck, baby.” He groaned and closed his eyes. Hips jerking and pushing him impossibly farther into her pussy, a cry of ecstasy left her. She felt another massive orgasm building inside her despite the one she had just seconds before. She curled her fingers into the palm of her hands, wishing she could hold onto him and dig her nails into his flesh. “I’ve never felt anything so tight, or hot, or so damn good.” Sweat started to bead along his brow, and he grunted when she clenched her inner muscles around him.
He started to slowly pull out of her pussy. Right before he slipped completely out, Ford shoved back in, hard. Crying out from the agony and ecstasy the act caused, she knew he had ruined her. In just two short strokes, she would never be the same and would always compare every other sexual experience with this one moment.
She realized the fucked-up nature of that, but when a male like Ford took control, and Lord was he taking control of her, nothing was ever the same.
He started to thrust inside her, filling her up and leaving her empty. Over and over, he did this, bringing her to the edge of climax then denying her the end result. Talia wasn’t above begging for him to give it to her, to ease her suffering, but he was a sadist intent on torturing her with pleasure, and she was happy to claim the title of masochist.
“God, I’m going to fuck you so good, Talia.”
Shit, wasn’t he doing that already? He started slamming into her and retreating. In and out. In and out. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips to keep her stationary, and then Ford delivered on his promise to fuck her good.
The root of his shaft rubbed along her clit every time he slammed back into her, sending her closer and closer to coming, but as if he knew what was about to happen and just when she would break over the edge, he slowed, and the pleasure waned.
It was a never-ending crescendo of torture, and she wanted it to end in the worst way. Talia wanted to feel his dick swell even further inside her, filling every available inch of her pussy until there was no part of her he wasn’t touching.
She thrashed her head back and forth, braced her feet on the mattress, and lifted up to drive him deeper in her pussy. He growled deep in his throat and pushed back until he was sitting on his haunches.
He placed his hands on her inner thighs and curled his fingers into her flesh until she felt the pain that would no doubt leave bruises. She wanted it though, wanted his mark of ownership on her. That realization was shocking and intense.
“Harder, Ford. God, fuck me harder.” The words spilled from her, and she was surprised by her own wantonness. The low rumble that came from his chest was so powerful, so loud, that the vibrations slammed into her core and had her clenching around him.
He started pummeling into her with so much force she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t grasp the severity of his ministrations, and couldn’t handle the thought of only doing this once. She forced her eyes to stay open and watch in rapt awe as Ford stared at where his cock was sliding in and out of her pussy.
“Your cunt is so pink, wet, and stretched so tightly around my dick.” Sweat glistened off his body and slid down the hard planes of his muscular abdomen. She wanted to sit up and run her tongue along each individual droplet until the flavor of him was embedded inside her.
He pressed his thumb against her clit, and she exploded instantly. Biting her lip and tasting blood when her teeth sliced into the tender flesh, she relished the flash of pain. He continued to rub the nub back and forth until she pleaded with him to stop, told him it was too much, too sensitive.
In a move quicker than she could have ever anticipated, Ford had her flipped over on her belly again, a pillow shoved under her hips, and had her ass popped out in the air. He palmed her ass, murmured how good she had tasted, and that he would never have enough.
But his touch was gone, and before she could miss the feel of him, he had his cock sh
oved back inside her pussy.
His hands on her hips were painful as he pulled out and pushed back in, but she met him thrust for thrust. Her inner fox bristled in excitement, and her claws unsheathed and tore into the mattress, shredding the sheets and having stuffing puff out around her in a frenzied rush. The noises both of them made were guttural, animalistic, and raw.
They were honest and true and full of so much wild emotion that she could see her fox emerging and letting this bear claim her. As strange as a coupling like that sounded, it also seemed so perfect and right.
“Christ, Red.” The fact that Ford called her the nickname she had heard only her closest loved ones say to her spread warmth in her chest. “I’m going to come, baby. Fuck, I’m going to come so fucking hard.” It was just those erotic words that set off yet another orgasm inside her, the third one in such a short time that it seemed unreal.
Her inner muscles tightened involuntarily and caused a loud, glass-breaking roar to leave him.
He slammed into her three times, and when he bottomed out in her and came long and hard, she felt the world tilt. Talia actually felt him swell further inside her, felt the pulsing of him emptying his balls into her body, and buried her face in the sheets as she cried out in ecstasy.
It was an experience she had never felt before, one she would never forget.
The sheets smelled like him, and she clenched around him again, her body heating all over again even though she climaxed so hard. What was it about him that made her feel so off-balance? The heavy weight of his chest pressing against her back had the air leaving her.
He got up from the bed and was gone for a few minutes, but she was too lethargic to move.
When he returned, he wrapped his thick arm around her waist and hauled her against his sweaty chest.