Elizabeth's Wolf

Chapter Nineteen

Dear God. He was so big. Elizabeth felt the bulging head of Dash’s cock press against her sensitive opening and caught her breath at the tight stretching sensation that began to burn her tender flesh. He watched her carefully, kneeling between her thighs, her legs raised, knees bent over his arms as he lifted her to him.

She whimpered in distress as he paused, then shuddered as she felt a hard pulse of the silky pre-come throb from his cock. Dane had never done that. Had never spilled that slick fluid inside her as he entered her.

A second later, another followed. As it did, she noticed a slow loosening of her flesh around the thick head and he slid forward marginally. Oh, that was so good. She was stretched tightly around his cock, gripping the small amount of it he had worked inside her, and she was greedy for more.

He groaned as yet more of the pre-come spilled within her. With each short spurt of the fluid, her muscles eased more. Distantly, she realized this couldn’t be natural. That there was no way pre-come could relax her tight, unused pussy, but it was doing just that.

“Dash,” she whimpered, suddenly nervous despite the incredible pleasure filling her.

He slid forward another inch. The head of his cock was now buried inside her, and every few seconds the short, sharp ejaculations were released inside her.

“You’re so tight, Elizabeth,” he groaned as his gaze moved to the point where he was penetrating her. “So hot and sweet, it’s almost impossible to wait to sink inside you.”

He retreated marginally before working the erect tip back inside her, loosening her further, easing her open for him. His muscles were taut, his body corded with his fight for control as he watched his cock sink inside her. Elizabeth twisted beneath him, breathing roughly as she felt him stretching her, feeling a fire raging inside her that threatened to destroy her sanity.

The pulsing liquid he spilled inside her sensitized the tissue, making each inch he worked within her caress nerve endings that screamed out for relief. She was stretched so tight around the broad shaft now that she could feel every vein, every detail of the velvety shaft working inside her.

“Dash.” Her hands were ripping at the sheets, her head tossing as he began to pump gently inside her, stroking deeper, filling her further as her cunt slowly relaxed enough to allow it to slide in.

It was exquisite, a building, blistering sensitivity and heat that had her gasping, her womb convulsing as her pussy spasmed around his cock. And Dash was the most erotic sight she had ever seen in her life. His muscles bulged as he fought for control, his golden-brown eyes blazing down at her, his black hair falling forward around his face, creating the impression of a savage, lusty male animal.

Elizabeth arched to him, taking him deeper, working in time to his strokes as he muttered a prayer, then whispered a curse as she stretched around him.

A hard jet of fluid suddenly filled her as Dash stilled, shaking his head, gasping for breath.

“Elizabeth, ah God. Baby. I’m sorry.” He was breathing hard, rough. A little more than half of the straining flesh filled her now, throbbing hard and hot up the once narrow channel of her pussy.

“Dash?” Her own voice was strained as she felt her cunt milking his flesh, drawing at it, urging it deeper.

“I can’t wait.” He was fighting for breath now, for control. “I can’t wait, baby. You’re so tight, so sweet…”

His eyes closed as he drew back marginally, caressing the sensitive nerve endings of her cunt before he stilled again. Elizabeth barely had time to draw in a deep breath before he slammed hard and deep inside her.

She wailed his name as he pushed past the clenching tissue, separating it, stretching it as his cock jerked with several more hard ejaculations inside her.

Elizabeth writhed beneath him, fighting to accept the ample width of male flesh impaling her.

Dash’s eyes blazed down at her, his hands gripping her thighs as he breathed out roughly. “I’m an animal, Elizabeth,” he growled, his voice rough as his cock pulsed again. “Feel it. Feel what I’m shooting inside you.” He sounded agonized, but that didn’t keep him from moving deeply inside her, or from spilling yet more of the fluid within her.

“Dash.” She shook her head desperately. The blend of pleasure and pressure inside her pussy was making her crazy now.

“Feel it, Elizabeth,” he demanded roughly. “Feel what I’m doing to you, dammit. Only an animal would do this.”

He was tortured, tormented. He growled roughly when she felt him pulse inside her again. Distantly, Elizabeth was aware now of what the fluid was, a natural side effect of his DNA. A lubrication that eased and prepared the female entrance for his penetration. She was thankful for it. She needed him. Needed him inside her, filling her as she had never thought possible. Without it, there wasn’t a chance she could have taken him comfortably.

“Dash.” She reached for him, her hands sliding up his damp chest, nails scraping lightly as he shivered beneath the caress. “I don’t care.”

And she didn’t. She moved her hips against him, her breath hitching in desperation as she felt his cock moving snugly within her. He was so hard, so hot, so firmly embedded within her cunt that she knew she would never forget the feel of him now.

“You don’t care?” He groaned as he moved convulsively inside her, spreading her thighs further as he released them and leaned over her.

His bigger body blanketed hers, his elbows catching his weight as her hands slid over his shoulders, relishing the feel of his skin against her. It also changed the level of penetration, causing him to sink deeper inside the giving flesh of her pussy.

Sensations piled atop each other, lightning-hot flares of pleasure and pressure building in her womb, streaking through her cunt. Her clit was swollen, throbbing, rising eagerly as his pelvis ground against it. Her nipples were cushioned against his hard chest, the smooth muscle rasping over them, the tiny, fine hairs caressing them heatedly.

“No,” she gasped as she arched beneath him, pressing the aching buds tighter against him. “I don’t care.”

One hand cupped her hip as he drew back. He slid smoothly within the tight entrance, retreating then forcing his way back until he was once again buried to the hilt.

“I could knot you, Elizabeth.” Her eyes widened at the harsh words, staring up at him in shock.

She couldn’t make sense of the words, couldn’t imagine his DNA affecting his sexuality to that point. But she realized she didn’t care if he did. Didn’t care how he took her, how much he filled her, as long as she knew that for now, she belonged to him.

“I’ve never done this with a woman in my life. But that could happen as well.” He was breathing roughly, fucking her with almost involuntary strokes, lifting her hips to him, sinking deep inside her.

She knew she needed to retain her grasp on this conversation. Knew she needed to make sense of it. But Dash was moving now, his cock retreating then burying inside her, over and over again, stroking sensitive tissue and firing nerve endings to screaming life. She couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t make sense of anything he had to say. And he wasn’t talking anymore anyway. He was breathing roughly, his head lowering so his lips could caress her shoulder as he thrust inside her with steadily increasing strokes.

Elizabeth could hear herself mewling in pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his hips, lifting her closer to him, thrusting back against him, the searing impalement sending sparks of fire zipping through her entire body.

“Harder,” she gasped, protesting his almost gentle thrusts now.

He was growling at her shoulder, his teeth scraping the flesh as she bucked beneath his. Sweat soaked their bodies as she felt Dash clinging to his control with desperate fingers.

“Wait. Elizabeth,” he groaned desperately as she moved beneath him.

She couldn’t wait. Didn’t want to wait. She was on fire. Her pussy spasmed around his thick cock, needing more, starved for the driving, fierce thrusts she had never known during her marriage to Dane. She had never known anything like this. Wild and hot, shredding any sense of decorum, any modesty she once possessed. She needed him deep, hard, plunging in her as they set fire to the world around them.

“Please.” She tightened on his throbbing erection. “Please, Dash. Fuck me now. Fuck me harder. Please.”

Her explicitly hot demand exploded through his head, shredding his control. Her soft voice, so sweet and husky, almost innocent, begging to be taken, to be fucked, was more than he could stand.

Dash groaned desperately, fighting the urge to lock his teeth on her delicate shoulder and give her exactly what she wanted. He had fought the instincts, the driving hunger, as long as he could. When her words whispered over his senses, he was lost.

He snarled at her shoulder, gripping it with his teeth as his hands tightened on her hips and he gave her what she was begging for. Sinking into the slick, ultra-tight tissue, he set a hard, fast rhythm that drove his erection to the very depths of her, burying his cock to the end and fucking her with a hunger he had never known in his life.

She was his. His woman. His mate.

Elizabeth was screaming out beneath him, her nails piercing his back as his teeth pierced her shoulder, his dick piercing her tight pussy. He could feel his release looming, as he could feel her flesh rippling over his cock. So close. He held her still as he pumped inside her harder, the sounds of wet sex filling his ears, sucking cunt wrapping around him as he felt her explode around his cock. Her pussy tightened, milking his flesh, fighting to hold it deep inside her as her juices spilled around it. It was too much. Too hot. Too damned tight. He felt the last of his control snap as his own release broke free of his restraint.

“No. Fuck, no.” He tried to pull back as he felt the first hard jet of his semen spew inside her, then felt something more.

A desperate swelling in the middle of his cock, a pulsing erection blooming that terrified him.

“Oh God! Dash!” Elizabeth screamed his name as he felt her body shudder spasmodically beneath him, her orgasm rising in power, ripping violently beneath her flesh.

She was so tight around him. Her flesh stretched, hugging him, giving way to the knot blooming in his cock and locking him deep inside her. He couldn’t move without hurting her, couldn’t jerk his swelling flesh free of her tight pussy. He could only groan in defeat, hold her to him and allow his release to surge through his body.

Each hard pulse of his seed throbbed in the hard knot, triggered contractions in her cunt that had her screaming hoarsely. She writhed beneath him, struggling to accept the additional girth as another orgasm peaked inside her, causing her to shudder harshly as she was forced to accept every hard pulse of his semen inside her already overfilled depths.

Dash tasted blood and realized the sharp tips of his canines had pierced her shoulder. His tongue licked over it, his mouth suckling the small wound as she whimpered beneath him. The wracking shudders that had slammed through her body were weaker now. She trembled beneath him, her pussy clenching on the hard knot locked inside her as she moaned at the intermittent bursts of orgasmic echoes.

Her hands had fallen to the bed, her legs sliding weakly from his hips before he finally felt the easing of his flesh inside her. It was slow. It was destructive. Hard, hot blasts of his semen spewed inside her with each flexing throb of the knot, though they lessened in intensity as the swelling began to diminish.

Dash held her close to his chest, breathing roughly, fighting his own shock and horror until he could finally pull free of her, exiting her pussy as it gave a soft, resounding farewell kiss to his flesh.