The pleasure beat at her brain, ripping past the fabric of reality and flinging her into a world of bombarding colors and light. She shuddered, convulsing beneath the whiplash of his tongue as the world dissolved around her.
“Now.” He moved before the last violent pulses stilled.
He came over her body, catching his weight on his elbows, staring down at her with savage intensity as the bulbous head of his cock nudged against the sensitive opening of her pussy.
“Now,” he whispered again. “I make you my woman, Elizabeth. Now.”
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.