He finds my g-spot and that quickly, I’m orgasming. He hardly waits for me to finish.
“I can’t stop now. I’m going to fuck you all night, baby. You won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”
I don’t offer any protest. Yeah, I’m a little daunted by that promise, but my desire, my excitement greatly outweighs any fear.
“Fuck me,” I challenge.
He lifts his head and stares me down with those beautiful golden eyes. “I won’t be gentle.” It’s a warning I didn’t need. He’s already half animal-his voice deep and rough, the fervor behind his touch seeming more instinctive than meditated.
“Fuck me,” I repeat.
He flips me over onto my belly and grips my hair again, tugging my head up and causing me to arch backward. “I’m gonna fuck you from behind because I love this ass of yours.”
Sadly, he doesn’t stop to slap it. But then I forget that fleeting disappointment because he puts on a condom and shoves into me. I don’t know how his cock is already hard again, but it is. The simultaneous sting of my scalp and deep pleasure of being filled by him bring me to a heightened sensitivity. I moan for more.
Jared rides me, using my hair for leverage until he grows tired of the position and releases my wet locks. He twists my hips to the side, lifting one knee to fuck deeper, harder, holding me by my nape and thigh to thrust deeper.
It’s all a blur of sensation, of pleasure. I have no control of the situation, so I surrender, allow him to use my body however he chooses. And he definitely keeps choosing. He pushes me to my back and falls on my breasts like a starved man while he continues to pound me with his cock. Then I’m on my hands and knees, his fingers digging into my hips as he slaps his balls against my clit. He reaches around and rubs that magic place and I come again, bucking against him. He pulls my torso up against his chest and squeezes my breasts roughly, biting my neck.
Then we’re off the bed. He bends my torso down on the mattress. “Spread your legs wide.”
Wide is easy for a dancer. I take the widest second position in relevé-which is the fancy French way of saying on the balls of my feet-and arch my ass back at him.
He snarls his appreciation, spanking me in a swift flurry of slaps. He spanks my ass, the backs of my thighs, my pussy. Even the inner thighs receive his delicious brand of torture.
“If you weren’t so goddamn wet, I could hold back,” he growls. “But how can I when you love taking it as much as I love giving?”
“More,” is all I can choke.
“I can’t restrain myself enough to take your ass gently. But you want that, don’t you?”
I guess I do. It’s intense-so intense-but the pleasure is out of this world.
He slaps between my legs. “I’ll have to spank this pussy until you come. Do you think you can come again just from having your pussy slapped?” He shoves a digit in my channel then pulls it out and circles my anus with it.
“I-I don’t know,” I gasp.
“I think you can, baby. You’re going to do it for me.” He spanks me faster, only between the legs, still massaging around my anus. He spanks much lighter there than when he slaps my ass, but now he applies a little more force.
“Ow,” I whimper.
He doesn’t stop, just keeps on with the steady, firm smacks. “You’re going to come and then I’m going to fuck your sore little pussy until I come again. And that will teach you to tempt a wolf this close to the full moon.”
His words make me come. Just hearing about his wolf thrills me beyond belief. My pussy clenches and squeezes on nothing, and I don’t care how sore he’s made my core, I definitely want him in me again.
He lifts me onto my knees on the bed, pushing my torso flat against the mattress. He spanks me again, but I’m not registering anything as pain anymore-it’s all pleasure. It’s all hot, tingly fabulous contact. He peppers the back of my legs and my ass with sharp slaps, punishes my inner thighs again. Then he pins my hands behind my back and pushes into me.
I love the feeling of being his captive. He pulls my elbows to ram in deeper, punishes me with his thick cock. He drives in harder, faster, his loins making a slapping sound against my stinging ass.
I start babbling, pleading. I need to come, but more importantly, I need him to come. I want him to reach his satisfaction with me.
“Fuck yes. I love it when you beg, baby,” he growls. “Who paints your ass red and makes you needy for his cock?”
“You do. Jared! Jared, please.”
“I can’t get enough.” He fucks me so hard it rattles my teeth.
“Please!”
An unearthly growl rips through the room and Jared comes. I clench around him in the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
He continues to fuck me in hard thrusts, roaring the whole time.
And then we’re somehow down on our bellies, his body draped over mine, his breath hot in my ear. He nips and licks and bites my neck, still rocking his cock into me, but gentle now.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs.
I can’t answer for a moment, I’m too out of breath, too replete. In a flash, he pulls out and flips me onto my back. His eyes are back to green and his gaze is worried.
“I’m okay,” I manage. “I’m great.”
His brows slam down and he backs off me, rolling my hips to one side and another. “I bruised you.”
I smile. “I don’t care.”
But anguish washes over his face and he shoves his hand through his hair. “I care.”
I reach up and grab his t-shirt, pull him down for a kiss. “Stop being stupid. I loved your aggression.”
His brows lift and he sucks in breath. “You did?”
“Yeah.”