hot she felt her flesh melting. His hard hands gripped her thighs, holding them apart when she would have
clenched them around his head.
“Mmm,” his low moan of pleasure vibrated against her clit. She felt the small bud throb, beg.
Merinus gasped for breath as he licked her, his tongue dipping into the tight entrance of her vagina,
swirling around, gathering more and more of her taste as his heated growls of pleasure echoed against her
body.
She was mindless now. She could feel the sensations building, her skin tingling, the pressure increasing in
her clit as he stroked around it, over it, sucked it lightly into his mouth.
“Oh yes, suck it.” The shocking words erupting from her mouth did little to dim the haze of need sucking
her in, as his mouth sipped at her flesh. “Oh yes, Callan. Yes. Just like that,” she was almost screaming
now as he suckled her clit deeper, harder. “Please. Oh please—”
It was building in her. Her body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in her reaching for his
mouth, the hot draw of his lips, the moist wash of his tongue. It was killing her, killing her with pleasure,
building, increasing. She could feel her heart struggling to keep up with the demands her arousal was
placing on it. It beat hard and fast, bursting through her veins, a pleasure in and of itself. Then one hard
male finger slid past the soft folds of skin. His mouth suckled her clit faster, his finger pushing inside her,
filling her, burning her.
She heard her scream as the pleasure burst inside her. Desperate, hard, her hips bucked and she felt
herself dying. Her climax was like a tidal wave, tearing through her, heaving her body, shaking it,
shuddering through it, destroying her as she held tight to his hair, praying for some anchor to hold her to
earth. It was never ending. Hot pulsing relief spasmed through her cunt, causing it to grip tighter about his
plunging finger, soak his hand, her thighs with a rush of liquid that would have terrified her at any other
time.
Then his mouth was there, devouring the release, his tongue plunging into her vagina, building the
pleasure again as the sandpapery texture of that organ rasped her tender flesh.
“I’m going to fuck you first,” he growled, his body moving powerfully, his hands lifting her as the thick
head of his cock lodged against the entrance to her vagina. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream again,
Merinus. Over and over. Scream for me, baby.”
She screamed. One hard thrust buried the thick, steel hard erection into her body to the hilt. She felt his
scrotum slap against her buttocks, watched his hard face twist into a grimace of sublime pleasure, his
eyes closed, his body arched, tight, tense.
* * * * *
Callan fought for breath, for control. She was so tight and hot around his cock, her muscles gripping him
like a slick, velvety fist. Control. He had to fight for control. He could control the raging lust beating at
him, demanding a hard, fierce ride. She was tossing beneath him, her hips bucking, driving him harder
into the soft flesh of her cunt, grinding against him.
Gritting his teeth, he eased back, wanting to scream himself at the incredible pleasure from the friction of
her flesh against his. His cock was so sensitive it was nearly unbearable. He could feel the small barb-like
protrusion emerging from beneath the head of his cock, slowly, unfolding from its former hiding place. He
prayed. He prayed to a God he had once doubted that it would bring her no harm. That the once inactive
portion of his cock, the small, curved, hard protrusion would not bring her harm. Because there was no
way he could stop.
She squirmed beneath him, fighting for breath, her body damp with perspiration, her female honey
coating her inner thighs, as well as his. He thrust inside the tight depths of her body, groaning on every
stroke at the tight heat clasping him, the sensitive swell of the barb raking her tender flesh, driving him
insane with the pleasure it washed over his body.
He gritted his teeth against the sensations as he braced his body over Merinus’. She was bucking against
him, her head twisting against the sheets of the bed, arching desperately, begging now for release.
“Callan—” Her plea was a hard gasp, a breathless moan as her hands went to his shoulders, her nails
biting into his skin.
His sharp growl at the added sensation surprised him. He felt his cock swell, pulse. He drove against her
harder, deeper, one hard hand spanning her hip as he held her still, the other under her shoulders, arching
her breasts to his devouring mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her nipple was hard, succulent, the
grip on his cock tightened each time he drew on it.
She was getting close. So damned close. And so was he. He could feel the white hot fingers of fire