The eruptions sang through her body, vibrated through her cells. The repeated, pulsing eruptions in her womb were never ending, causing her body to jerk repeatedly as he continued to lap at the liquid heat that spilled from her.
Faith’s hands were locked in his hair now, though she wasn’t certain how they got there. Her body was taut, a seething mass of desires that demanded more of his touch as the greedy needs of her body only flared higher.
“More,” she begged shamelessly. She knew no shame. She knew only the burning, the ache of emptiness inside her.
He rose between her legs then, his fingers unthreading hers from his hair, as he lifted her legs from his shoulders and wrapped them instead around his waist. His cock pressed against her opening as he stared down at her.
His eyes glowed. A brilliant pale blue in his flushed face, his eyelids were lowered, his dark lashes casting erotic shadows along his cheekbones.
“I need you,” she cried out, her legs tightening around his waist as she squirmed closer, desperate to feel his engorged cock thrusting inside her. Deep. Hard. She wanted him, all of him, now.
“God, you’re beautiful like this,” he whispered thickly as his hands tightened on her hips, his cock sliding the slightest degree inside her hungry tunnel. “So flushed and moist, your eyes so dark. You make me hunger for you, Faith, as I have never hungered before.”
His voice was thick, deep, until it rumbled in his chest and stroked over her senses like a caress. He eased deeper inside her, the thick, flared head of his cock parting the tight muscles of her entrance as his fingers clenched at her hips.
“Oh yes.” She shuddered, needing more.
The pleasure/pain of his slight entrance wasn’t enough. Never enough. She needed more. She needed all of him.
“You’re so hot. So tight,” he groaned, his hips burrowing the thick length of his tumescence an inch deeper.
He burned her, stretched her. She twisted in his grip, her cries ragged and hungry as she begged for more. She could feel her cunt gripping the head, milking it, fighting to tug him deeper. She wanted him deep, hard and hot inside her.
“Damn you,” she cried out as he eased in just a bit more.
She felt as though she were burning alive from the inside out. Her muscles clenched in furious need, her cunt wept in lustful desperation. Pleasure lashed her flesh from head to toe, sensitizing her skin, tormenting her with her need for climax.
Jacob’s face was creased in lines of strain. Perspiration soaked them both, dampening their bodies, making her wetter, making her lusts burn hotter.
“Ah, Faith.” He grimaced, his teeth baring as he fought for control. “You’re so tight. So damned tight and hot.”
He eased in further and she screamed out her frustration. Her hands gripped his at her hips, her feet locking behind his back as she used him for leverage to push herself closer, to bury the hot length deeper. The head of his cock eased in further as her muscles clamped down tight, desperate to hold him inside her. She gripped him, relishing the stinging pleasure of his possession.
The tight grip undid Jacob though. With a heavy groan, a rough curse he surged forward, parting her with a thrust that stole her breath. She felt the heavy length forging inside her, eased by the slick essence of her need, burning with the lust that rose like an inferno between them.
And he didn’t pause. He didn’t give the tight grip time to ease, to accustom to the width of his erection. As though that thrust had been his breaking point, he held her tight and began to move, hard and heavy, repeatedly inside her as they both fought for breath.
The thick froth of her cream glided between them, heating them further as he forged back and forth. His cock tunneled inside her with long repeated strokes that kept the sensations building, the fire burning out of control. Tremors raced over Faith’s body as the tension built to painful proportions inside her cunt. Her hips rose and fell, taking him deeper, feeling him part her, stretch her with each downward stroke.
The sensations were destroying her. She was hot, cold, her womb clenched; her cunt trembled around his erection as he began to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts. He bent over her, holding her close, pushing her legs closer around his waist as his lips covered hers with a hungry groan.
Lips and tongues battled together. They moaned against each other as Jacob’s hand moved to her breast, his lips stroking over her jaw, down her neck to the sensitive mark he had left on her. He licked her there, groaned and began to thrust harder.
Faith could feel her body shattering. A storm of pleasure erupted through her blood stream, her nerve endings as everything inside her began to unravel. Prickling fire traveled over her flesh, bolts of electricity exploded in her cunt as she tightened on his thrusting cock and came apart within his arms.
She was only vaguely aware of his cry as it vibrated against her neck, but she was more than aware of the swelling of his cock, the way it stretched her further, drove her climax higher and locked him inside her. Exactly where she wanted him. Deep, hard, held at the very mouth of her womb as she felt the hard, heated jets of his sperm erupting inside her.
His hips jerked. The swollen knot tugged at the muscles it was locked inside of, causing Faith to gasp at the renewed vibrations of her own climax. Jacob’s hands were beneath her, holding her close, his groans nearly sobs as his cock jerked, pulsed, with each eruption of his seed inside her.
Faith clamped her muscles tighter on the fully lodged knot. She shuddered at the sensation. The burning pleasure that bordered on pain, the deep shudder of yet another post climactic eruption. But Jacob’s reaction was more intense. His hands tightened against her back as he hugged her closer, growling as his lips locked on the mark he had previously licked. His breathing shuddered from his chest, his hips jerked, his seed pulsed inside her again.
It seemed never ending, a pleasure that rocked her to her core, and bound her to him, body, heart and soul. She would never survive without him. Without his touch, without the deep, soul filling satisfaction of holding him to her, feeling him locked inside her in a way that he would never know with another woman. Only Faith. Only his true mate.
Chapter Nineteen
Jacob pulled slowly from the hot, moist grip of Faith’s body, his breath shuddering through his chest, his cock so sensitive that the smooth friction of his retreat had him shivering with pleasure. He had never known such pleasure. Had never known such satisfaction.
She was sprawled on the table, fighting to catch her breath, her hair damp, her lips swollen as they parted in the need to draw in air. And he still needed her. He was still erect, engorged with blood and lust. The repeated blasts of his seed inside her had done little but take the edge off his hunger for her.
He pulled her up until he could hold her against his chest, her head settling against him, her lips placing a soft kiss on his chest. He felt the muscles there tighten, felt his heart slam against his ribcage at the incredible tenderness her soft caress conveyed. She made him feel things he had never known before. Things he didn’t want to delve into too deeply.
“I want you again,” she whispered as her hands stroked along his tight stomach, his hard thighs. “I want you inside me forever, Jacob.”
His throat tightened. Her voice was so soft, hesitant and yet unafraid of expressing her emotions. She was destroying him with her gentleness, with her silken kisses and her heated passion.
He held her close, his cheek resting against her hair as he stroked her back, her shoulders, and reveled in the tenderness of her lips at his chest, the heat in her hands along his thighs. He breathed in hard and deep when her hands circled his shaft, her slender fingers measuring him, tracing the heavy veins, the large plum shaped head.
“We have a bed we could do this in,” he told her, his voice husky, rough.
“Mm, so?” She slid from the table, her lips and tongue painting a path of fire around a hard male nipple.
“Hell, Faith,” he moaned her name as she nipped at his nipple, then stroked it with her tongue.
“I want to touch you like you touch me,” she whispered. “I want to show you how good you make me feel, Jacob.”
He heard the need in her voice, the arousal, and more. He heard her conviction, her belief in happily-ever-afters and romantic dreams that had to come true. And he wanted to believe. Even though he knew it didn’t exist, he wanted to believe.
Jacob closed his eyes, fighting the sheen of moisture he felt there, the knot of pain in his chest, and focused instead on her explorations of his body. She weighed his heavy scrotum in her hand, murmuring her appreciation as she tongued the small bead of his nipple. Her other hand stroked his erection as her lips moved across his chest, attending then to his other nipple. Jacob was lost in sensation. Pleasure washed over his body in never ending waves, leaving him gasping as she caressed him.
He looked down as she began to travel lower, instantly transfixed by the pleasure that transformed her face. As though touching him brought her as much pleasure as his touch brought her.
Soft auburn lashes feathered her cheeks as her tongue stroked over the clenching muscles of his stomach. Her teeth scraped him, her delicate canines raking sensually over his tight flesh as he groaned heatedly at the touch.
His hands speared through her hair as his body hardened further, his cock beating a tattoo of agonized anticipation as her mouth neared it. Her breath blew over the sensitive head gently as her hand stroked the hard column with firm strokes.
Jacob’s thighs tightened as anticipation curled in his belly and wove its way around his loins. His erection jerked in her grasp, eagerly awaiting the second her hot mouth would enclose the engorged head.
“Faith,” he growled out her name when she skirted the pleading knob to kiss his thigh.
He felt her smile against his flesh, then a second later, the hot swipe of her tongue across his scrotum. He couldn’t stop the startled moan of heated pleasure that broke from his chest. As he fought to recover, she chose that moment to move higher and to enclose the swollen head of his cock inside her hot, moist mouth.
Jacob clenched his teeth as he fought for control. His hands bunched in her hair, his back arched, driving him deeper into the humid depths as he felt her moan vibrate against the ultra sensitive flesh. She hummed her approval to his reaction, her tongue swirling over the thick head, then her mouth suckling him firmly.
He felt his muscles bunch as he fought for control. Her mouth was an instrument of torture. Her tongue a lash of searing fire. The suckling motion of her lips, her caressing moans were driving him to the brink of insanity. The slick, moist sounds of her suckling, the heat of her hands, the rasp of her tongue, was too much. Too hot.
Her short nails ran along his inner thighs, a prickling tingle that had his breath strangling in his throat. He felt his cock throb, felt the first pulse of fluid that would have eased her cunt had he been there. She took it eagerly into her mouth, humming against his taut flesh once again.
Jacob felt like whimpering, the pleasure was so deep, so strong. His muscles trembled with the force it required to hold back his climax, to relish the heat of her mouth moving on him, pleasuring him. Unselfishly, giving, taking nothing for herself as she touched him. Had anyone ever done such a thing for him before? It was all he could do to hold back his climax, to allow himself to cherish every moment of this unusual experience.
“Faith, so good…” He couldn’t hold back his moan of praise as her tongue stroked the underside of his cock with slow, swirling licks. “Oh, baby. Oh hell. Faith, it’s too good.” She sucked on the bulbous head, her mouth moving back and forth, forcing his cock in and out of the snug grip of her lips with tender force.
He had never known such sensations in his life. A pleasure that tore through his body, his soul, wrapping him in warmth and in peace despite the agonizing need for release.
Another spurt of liquid shot into her mouth, and she took it greedily. His cock flexed, blood pounding through the thick veins as he felt the hard beginning contractions that signaled his climax and the swelling knot that locked him deep inside her cunt.