Keeping her lips locked to his, she squirmed against his erection as it pressed against her bottom, enjoying his low groan. Their tongues dueled wetly, the occasional sharp edge of his teeth grazing it and making her shudder. Hotter than she'd ever imagined getting for anyone, she mewled in loss when he pulled back from her, mollified only somewhat by his ragged breathing and the fact his eyes were aglow with passion.
"Put the dress on," he ordered gruffly.
Amidst harsh pants of her own, she managed to mutter, "No."
"Obstinate female." A large hand clasped the back of her head and he kissed her again fiercely, while his other hand slid up her shirt and roamed the skin of her back.
Twining her own fingers into his hair, she enjoyed the luxuriant feel of the strands and the low growls he emitted when she tugged it.
Once again, he tore his mouth from hers and perused her with heavy lidded eyes. "I told you to put it on. Obey me, Earthling."
She met his luminous gaze, her tummy swirling at the passion she could see in its depths. Her lips curled into a taunting smile. "Make me."
Challenge thrown, he wasted no time and she squealed as he sprang into action. In a matter of seconds, she found herself flat on her back with one of his hands on her stomach, pressing her down while the other yanked at her pants. Enjoyable as she found his manhandling-and she meant cleft soaking enjoyable-she didn't give in without a fight, not when the struggle excited her so. Besides, if she pretended he had to force her, then her conscience regarding abstaining from men could remain clear. Or so she told herself as she attempted to squirm and buck under his implacable grip.
She kicked and thrashed. Called him a few choice names. Clawed at him. It didn't stop him from stripping her naked-he literally tore the clothes off of her-and dressing her in the outfit best suited for a brothel-or seduction.
Once he had her clothed, he released her and she bounded up off the bed, not far though. Whirling, she faced him and planted her hands on her hips, her bosom heaving. The brute lay back on the bed with his hands laced under his head and regarded her with heavy lidded eyes. His lips curled into a grin of satisfaction. "Twirl for me."
"Screw you," she replied obstinately, cocking her hip in defiance. Her words and stance might have declared one thing, but the throbbing between her thighs and her taut nipples screamed another. I am having way too much fun.
"Saucy, barbarian female. Can't dance? Bend over then and show me your ass. Shake it for me."
She arched a brow at him, superciliously, even as her pussy moistened and her inner channel trembled. "Seriously? I think I'll abstain. Or wait, you know what. Why don't you stand up and bend over for me? Come on, my purple marauder, strip for me and shake that thing."
The look on his face? Priceless. Her time to enjoy it? Seconds as her taunt made him bound up off the bed, his gaze intent. Stalking toward her, he stripped his shirt as he approached revealing his delineated chest and the sexy, silver rings. She swallowed hard, not in fear, but pure lust. She backed away until her ass hit the wall. She stood there, waiting, her body taut with anticipation as he approached.
"You are not very obedient," he stated, stopping a hairsbreadth from her.
Peering up at him, she licked her swollen lips. "No, I'm not. What are you going to do about it?"
"Show you who is master on this ship."
Leaning forward, he braced his hands on the wall, trapping her between his stretched arms. She stared up at him, every ounce of her tingling. Good intentions, morals, even the fact she didn't like him-or did she?-flew in the face of her desire for this pirate, this man who made her feel every inch a woman. He returned her gaze, his eyes alight in a manner she should have found freaky, but instead fascinated her.
She expected another scorching kiss, indeed she couldn't wait. Instead, he whirled her around so her cheek pressed against the wall and his body crowded hers from behind. Grasping her hands, he drew them above her head, holding her prisoner with only one of his by strength alone.
Oh my god, that is freaking hot.
But they still played a game, or at least she did in order to salve her conscience. She squirmed and pulled. However, all it served to do was rub her ass against his evident erection. Not necessarily a bad thing.
His free hand curved around her waist and drew her bottom half away from the wall, arching her buttocks out. Megan's breathing hitched as he raised the skirt, baring her nude cheeks. Further he bent her, dragging her trapped arms down as he positioned her to his liking with her ass presented to him. He leaned her over so far, the pinkness of her pussy surely showed. Red stained her cheeks as he said and did nothing for a moment. A sudden fear gripped her that he would find her inadequate, too human.
"Beautiful." His murmured words sent a quiver through her and moisture seeped from her lower lips. He traced her damp slit with his finger, a light touch that turned bolder as he delved into her channel. Megan moaned at his electric touch and then cried out as he pumped her with his digit. Rocking back against him, she drew his fingers deeper, their length enough to strike her inner g-spot. He stroked her over and over, building her pleasure, then his fingers left her, and she mewled with loss, a cry that turned into a short scream as he replaced the loss digits with his tongue.
Deftly, he traced her sex, slipping his tongue into her, probing her with it. He withdrew it and explored her cleft again. He found her clit and she bucked. He grazed it again and she jumped with a cry. The hand still manacled around her wrists gripped harder while his free hand curled around her upper thighs as an anchor. Once he'd secured her, he plied his tongue against her sensitive nub while Megan quivered and the music of her keening joined that of his moist exploration.
The coiling tension inside her built quickly, and she didn't fight it. Her whole body tightened and then exploded. Her climax tore a loud scream from her, and still he tongued her, drawing out her pleasure.
"Enough," she gasped. "I can't take anymore.
He stopped licking her. "We are far from done." A shudder rocked her channel at the promise in his words. She sensed him moving behind her and heard a rustle of fabric. A moment later, he probed her wet slit with the tip of his cock. Bent over still, Megan couldn't see him as he slid himself into her, but she could feel it, every delicious, long inch.
Thickly endowed, he stretched the walls of her sex, filling her in a satisfying way she'd never experienced before. He also finally released her hands to place both of his on her hips. Then he moved.
Slow at first, his prick slid in and out of her, the suction of her pussy gripping him tight. But he soon increased his pace, and Megan's just sated pleasure built back. He guided the rhythm with his steady hands on her hips, drawing her into and from his body with a speed that soon became dizzying. Even more fascinating-and enjoyable-the head of his cock seemed to expand inside her, putting pressure on her sensitive cervix and g-spot. The dual bump and rubs of her erogenous zones sent her spiraling into her second climax.
"Oh, my god!" she screamed as her second orgasm hit her harder than the first. He grunted as the walls of her sex clamped down on him tight, rippling with her bliss. His fingers dug into her soft flesh and his body slammed one last time into hers and held itself rigid. A wet heat enveloped her womb, sending her still shuddering climax into overdrive.
Megan almost cried at the intense pleasure of it. It wrung everything from her in an instant, leaving her boneless. He held her up, though, his strong capable hands scooping her up to carry her to bed where he joined her, spooning her body into his. Cradled in his embrace, and with a smile on her lips, she slipped into sleep.
Tren woke first, his body cradled against Megan's, and even worse, enjoying it. He didn't like it one bit. Females were for copulation, nothing more.
And by frukx if Megan didn't excel at that aspect. Never before had the scent and taste of woman driven him so blind with need. Even stranger, he wanted more.
His lust for her changed nothing, though. Females held no place in his life, not even one that brought forth emotions he'd never experienced previously, even one who owned an ability to make him laugh. And drive him insane.
All the more reason to sell her, and quickly. He didn't need one barbarian female messing up his existence. Although, he wasn't averse to enjoying her wares until he did rid himself of her.
Now that sounded like more like his usual callous self. Of course, the way he softly extricated himself from the bed so as to not wake her didn't, but he explained his gentle escape as necessary so he wouldn't have to listen to her sooner than necessary. She truly knew how to make a male wish for deafness, yet in exact reverse, he'd greatly enjoyed her cries of pleasure.