What This Wolf Wants(46)

She was crying out softly, writhing in growing tension under his touch. Her abandoned responses were an aphrodisiac to his senses. He kept his gaze riveted on her, watching her torso arch, her breasts thrust high, and her arms outstretch as she grasped handfuls of the bedding in her fists. His tongue darted over her clit again and again, one arm over her abdomen to keep her from thrashing away.

“Please. Oh God, please Zan.” She gasped. Then her breath caught as he slid a finger inside her, thrusting deep. He groaned as her muscles closed around him, his cock twitching in agonizing need. But not yet. He would hold on to his willpower. When she started to tremble he added a second finger, twisting his wrist as he plunged into her pussy. Suddenly she gave a long hissing moan and Zan felt the orgasm jolt through her. He was desperate to jump up and drive himself in her, bury his cock to the hilt. Instead he stayed with her through every twist of her body, every shudder, drawing out her release.

His lust was riding so high that Zan felt bruised as he quickly shed his shirt and the sweatpants Jackie had pulled to his thighs. Somehow he still had the presence of mind to rip into his bag and yank out a condom. He tore it open with his teeth as he climbed up Jackie’s body to kneel between her thighs and sheath himself.

Her legs were limp when he lifted them. He planted a lingering kiss on each creamy thigh before crossing her legs over her belly. The position tilted her hips up and left her wide open. He held on to her folded legs with one hand and parted her damp folds with his other. Torturing them both, he rubbed his erection through her wetness, coating his shaft and stroking her clit.

“Dammit Zan. Don’t make me kill you,” Jackie pleaded and demanded at the same time.

“If you kill me, then I can’t do this.” Zan wasted no more time breaching her body. Pushing past the sensitive ring of muscles that clutched at his invasion, he only managed to get the head of his cock inside her before he had to squeeze his eyes closed against the burning urge to lose himself completely. Pulling out, he thrust back in her moist heat, carefully stretching her, filling her. Another powerful stroke and he was almost there. The fourth plunge had him seated to the hilt and he froze, savoring the exquisite grasp of her pussy. Her inner muscles trembled around him, like a thousand tiny fingers kneading his cock, holding him inside her.

“You’re so fucking tight, you’re killing me. I don’t know...Fuck.” He snarled and gripped her feet, holding them tight as he lost all control. Lost in a world of irrevocable pleasure, he thrust the hard length of his cock into her in heavy, driving lunges. Being with her, taking her was incredibly hot. The pleasure so unlike any he’d ever known.

He looked down, unable to help himself from watching as he thrust inside her. As he drew free, glistening with her cream, he growled low and rough, possessive. “Mine.” He nipped her toe with his teeth before his eyes once again dropped to where they were joined. Spreading open her dark pink folds, he was mesmerized by the sight of him emerging and then disappearing inside her body. Her clit was exposed as well and, knowing what she liked, what she needed, he used his thumb to stroke the hard bundle of nerves.

“Oh God. Oh God. It’s happening again.” She choked out, her hands flared out, scrambling for purchase.

He shafted her harder, desperately. Tunneling through her sweet sex with everything he had. She made him crazy. Wild with passion, wild with the possessive need to bind her to him forever. He took her fast, faster, with deep, driving strokes that had him at the edge even as satisfaction surged through him when she tightened around him.

“That’s it,” he urged her, praising her. “Come for me, angel. Let me feel you explode around me.”

“Bastard,” she cried out between ragged pants.

Zan chuckled, the sound abruptly cut off when her hands latched onto his hips. Her fingers dug into his skin, her short nails biting into his flesh. Pleasure-pain burst through him, violent sprays of colors blinded him. He took her impossibly harder, his orgasm screaming for release.

No more. He couldn’t hold off any longer. Even as she arched under him, letting out a silent scream, he jerked inside her, coming in almost brutal waves of ecstasy. Convulsing spasms tore through his body as hers shuddered beneath him.

He was sapped. All his strength gone. He leaned over Jackie in a sprawling heap, pressing his face in her neck, his hand deep in her thick hair. He felt her legs move under his ribs and he managed to hunch up so she could uncross her trapped legs, but he refused to move off her. Refused to break their most intimate of connections. He couldn’t. He loved her too much.