Soul Deep

Chapter Eight

“Fuck yes!” Kiowa was in heaven. Or hell. He wasn’t certain which yet, but he knew for damned sure that kissing the hot little package whose mouth was currently filled with his dick, hadn’t been his brightest moment.

He leaned back, panting as he watched several inches of his thick erection stretch that sweet rosebud mouth. The light of the moon speared into the vehicle, his own eyesight perfect, enhancing the sight.

Her tongue was swirling around the head, her mouth sucking at him desperately. He was going to fuck her. He knew he was. He was going to spread those pretty thighs and watch every inch of his flesh disappear inside her pretty cunt. He was going to have to do it soon before he was going to spill his pleasure in her mouth instead.

Would it matter? He groaned at the thought.

“Suck it, baby.” He pulled her hair, because he knew she liked the pain.

He was rewarded by another inch disappearing into her mouth as he felt a hard pulse of semen—although it didn’t feel like semen—gush into her mouth.

What was that? The pleasure from it stripped his control, almost like getting off just enough for relief, but this time, there was no relief, the hunger burned brighter, hotter instead.

The taste must have pleased her. She took another inch, her lips flattening, her tongue like liquid fire as it stroked the sensitive little spot just beneath the tapered crest.

“Damn, your mouth is hot. Hot and sweet. Suck that cock, baby. Show me how much you need it, how much you want it.”

Another hot spurt of fluid and she was devouring him. Her mouth was working on him with wet precision, drawing his balls up to the base of his erection as he gritted his teeth and fought the impending explosion.

He didn’t want to rush this. Didn’t want it to end. Not yet. It was too hot, too much pleasure, more than he had ever known in his life. Her mouth moved on his so sweetly, snug and tight, her tongue licking him like a favorite treat as his hands kneaded her hair firmly.

Oh, she liked that. She whimpered around his dick, one hand tightening on the base of this erection as the fingers of the other pricked at the flesh of his thigh.

He had never been a gentle man, not in his dealings with others or sexually. He was what he was, simple, basic. He spoke when he needed to, did his job the best he could and fucked for the sheer pleasure of it. He had never taken a woman who didn’t know exactly what she was doing and he had never lost control with one.

He was on the verge of losing control with this one.

“Enough.” He had to force himself to raise her head, grimacing in pleasure at the sound of the little pop his cock made as it exited her mouth.

“I want more,” she moaned, struggling against him as he jerked the blanket further away from her.

“Later.” He wanted her. The smell of her heat was killing him, addictive, consuming.

His lips moved to one hard nipple as he groaned when she pushed it deep in his mouth. She knew what she wanted.

“Bite me.” Her request had his blood pressure soaring.

He gripped the hard tip of her nipple between his teeth, allowing them to pinch and sensitize the little nubbin as her cries echoed around him.

Had another woman ever asked him to bite her? Had another ever relished that fine line of pleasure and pain in such a way?

“Like that?” he growled, lifting from her as hands worked at the metal clasps of the bodice before tearing it from her body.

The dress was easy. He ripped it off her. There was no time to be nice, no time to care about the decency of the act. He wanted her naked. Now.

Moonlight glossed her slender body, her rounded little belly, caused her honeyed pussy to glisten as he moved her to the center of the area and spread her legs wide.

“Damn, you’re so small,” he whispered, toeing off his moccasins before struggling out his jeans.

Finally, he was naked, as bare as she was, staring at the banquet laid out before him. She lifted to him, the sweet folds of her cunt shining wetly in the dim light.

Then he touched her. His fingers parted her, sliding through the shallow slit before circling her clit. Watching her through narrowed eyes, he lifted his hand then before delivering a light little slap to the swollen pad.

She cried out harshly, arching her hips as the scent of sweet hot woman filled the interior of the SUV.

“Play with your nipples,” he ordered her then, moving her hands to her breasts. “Pinch them. Pull at them. Show me how you like it.”

His cock was ready to explode. Her slender fingers gripped the berry ripe points, exerting more pressure than he would have, pulling at the distending buds as she gasped in pleasure.

He slapped her pussy again, using enough force to make the little blow warm her flesh.

“Yes. Oh yes…” She was panting, sweat glistening on her body as her legs spread wider.

Her clit was fully distended, peeking past the swollen lips and glistening with her cream.

God, the things he could do to her. The ways he could take her and make her love it. He wouldn’t have to hold back with her as he had other women. She rose to the little love pain, shaking and begging for more. Her eyes glittered in the darkness, her pale body shuddering in arousal.

He slickened his fingers again, testing the wash of juices from her pussy as he moved closer.

“It’s going to hurt,” he promised her. “Is that what you want, Manda? Are you sure?”

Amanda shook beneath the hard stare, so aroused now, pushed so far past reality that she just didn’t give a damn. She was dying in need, the curling, agonizing hunger worse than anything she had known in her life.

Her eyes went to his straining cock, certain her dazed senses were seeing more than was really there.

“I want it,” she whispered, her juices flooding her cunt at the thought of it. “Now. I want it now.”

He came over her slowly, his big body dwarfing hers, his muscles rippling in the moonlight as she felt the broad head of his cock nudge at her hungry cunt. And it was thick. Wide.

She whimpered in anticipation. She had once heard her brother’s wife snickering that wider was better, but she had no idea what she meant until now.

“Hold onto me,” he whispered then, moving her hands from her breasts to his shoulders. “It won’t be easy, Manda.”

She loved how he said her name.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as she felt his cock press deeper. Then she felt it spurt, just as it had in her mouth. She moaned at the delicious burn that filled her. Then her eyes widened as he pressed deeper, another spurt filling her, making her shake with the combination of sensations. She could feel her pussy relaxing, yet the arousal was building.

Oh God, he was starting to fill her. She writhed beneath him as he leaned back, his eyes going to where their bodies were slowly connecting. He held her hips elevated, his hands lifting her to him as he forged in further. Another hard spurt, a burning insidious pleasure that had her screaming his name.

Could she bear it? He was stretching her, pushing apart muscle and tissue that had never known another’s touch but her own. She could feel her pussy protesting, tightening to grip the wide head as it began to forge inside her.

“Fuck. You’re tight.” His voice was a rough, almost inhuman growl. “Relax, baby. Relax for me, just a little bit.”

She tightened further and his eyes narrowed on her.

“I’ll make you scream,” he warned her then. “It could hurt more than you’re counting on, sweetheart.”

She milked him, rippling the overstretched flesh that encased only a portion of the crest.

His hands tightened, his thighs bunched beneath hers and then she felt the breath slamming from her body as he drove the head, only the head, inside her. He was working it there then. Short little strokes that caressed her burning cunt and had her shaking beneath him.

“More.” She could barely breathe, let alone talk.

All she could do was feel. The burning pressure, the agonizing ache for more.

“Fuck.” He stopped then, shuddering. “Dammit it, Manda. Goddammit, you’re a fucking virgin.” He sounded tortured.

She tightened on him, staring up at him imploringly.

“More.”

He threw his head back, obviously fighting for control.

“Kiowa. Fuck me,” she cried, her voice ragged now. “I can’t stand it. Fill me, Kiowa…”

She screamed until she was certain her voice would break. He came over her, holding her in place a second before he thrust inside her, hard and heavy. Her juices were thick, slick, aiding the penetration as he split through the unused channel, burying inside her to the hilt in one sure thrust.

She bucked in his arms, her nails digging into his shoulders as his lips moved at her neck, curses and whispered apologies caressing her ear as he began to move. Lightning was blazing through her body, hard, explosive streaks of fire burning her, driving her higher as the pleasure and the pain combined, making her convulse in his arms as she fought for orgasm.

There was no control left for either of them. He was fucking into her, hard deep lunges that had her crying out his name as she felt each hard thrust stretching her, caressing her. He shafted her with quick long strokes that stole her breath and had her senses rioting and drove her closer and closer to the brink.

Where she needed to be.

“Kiowa…” She was screaming his name again as she felt it building in her. A conflagration in the center of her womb, tightening, building…

When it burst through her, only madness reigned. She felt herself stretching, stretching, hot pulses of fire erupting in her pussy as sharp teeth locked on her shoulder, piercing the flesh.

Her eyes opened wide, staring sightlessly upward as she felt the swelling in the cock now locked deep inside her, spurting pulse after pulse of semen deep inside her womb.

She wasn’t stupid. What she was feeling was much too similar to the joking references to the Wolf Breeds. They were created from wolf DNA. “Do their cocks knot?” one teacher had asked with an exaggerated shiver of delight.

Knotted. She shuddered again before realization slammed into her, shockingly cold as her eyes met his. She shuddered in his grip, the fear, the hunger, the insane desire for more rising within her, locking her mind into one thought alone.

“Animal…” The thought wrenched through her body, spilled from her lips as shock rocked her very foundations. The pleasure was twisting, ripping through her, taking her breath, her will, her mind.

Regret twisted his expression and seared her soul as his head lowered, his teeth grazing her neck an instant before he bit into her…