Wolf Breeds - Jacob's Faith Part 26

He would destroy her. Faith whimpered as he began to lower his body, his lips stroking over the flesh of her abdomen in a moist trail of lava hot sensation.

"You taste like fire and silk," he whispered as he pressed against her, indicating that she should lay back.

"Jacob, on the table?" she gasped, shocked. But the warm pulse of liquid from her v.a.g.i.n.a a.s.sured her that her body was more than willing.

"What better to place to make a meal of you," he muttered, his lips moving closer to the bare, slick petals of her s.e.x. "d.a.m.n, Faith, I'm starved for you."

She felt his hands spreading her thighs further, his body lowering, his fingers smoothing down the plump lips of her p.u.s.s.y. Her hips jerked, arching closer to the warm puffs of breath that caressed the sensitive flesh.

"So sweet." His tongue stroked across her straining c.l.i.t.

"Oh G.o.d!" she cried out, jerking against him, driving her hips closer to his torturously slow caresses.

"You taste exquisite. Like nectar and dreams, Faith," he groaned low, his tongue stroking along the sides of the swollen lips. "So hot and wet, and mine. Just mine, Faith. Every sweet, delicious inch is mine."

She would have protested. She really meant to. She would have if his tongue hadn't swiped slowly through her aching slit, circling the entrance to her v.a.g.i.n.a then moving back so his lips covered and suckled at her swollen c.l.i.t.

Faith could barely breathe. It was all she could do to release the breathy, agonized whimpers of nearing o.r.g.a.s.m as she strained closer to his touch. His tongue was a stroke of feathery l.u.s.t, sensual, heated, licking at the thick cream of her pa.s.sion, murmuring his appreciation as he ate her like a delicate treat.

She twisted in his grip, straining closer to him. She wanted his tongue deep inside her. Wanted to feel it plunging into her v.a.g.i.n.a, easing the aching emptiness there. She needed to be filled, f.u.c.ked, held, driven into the insanity of release.

"Easy, baby." He lapped at her. Licked her. Sipped at the moisture that pooled along her c.u.n.t.

Like a greedy man. A man starving for her. A man desperate for her taste and her pa.s.sion, he never let up. He placed her legs over his broad shoulders, her thighs parted now by his head as he lapped and sucked at her soaked flesh.

His hands weren't idle though. They cupped the cheeks of her rear, bringing her closer to his mouth, holding her still as she twisted against him, screaming out in need as he sucked delicately at her straining c.l.i.t.

She could feel her body tightening to a bone breaking level. Her head tossed, her body thrashed and she could hear herself pleading. Broken, whimpering cries as he moaned into her p.u.s.s.y a second before he drove his tongue deep inside her flooding v.a.g.i.n.a.

Faith shuddered convulsively, her hips straining closer, her c.u.n.t erupting in fire as he f.u.c.ked her hard and fast with his agile tongue. She heard herself screaming, begging. Oh G.o.d, it was too good. Too hot. She was dying. And when his thumb stroked over her c.l.i.t, she exploded. Rapture rained over her body, sizzled in her blood until she couldn't breathe, couldn't fight, could only dissolve into liquid fragments of ecstasy as he tongued every flooding drop of her release into his mouth.

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 ma.s.s 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k thrusting inside her. Deep. Hard. She wanted him, all of him, now.

"G.o.d, you're beautiful like this," he whispered thickly as his hands tightened on her hips, his c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.u.n.t gripping the head, milking it, fighting to tug him deeper. She wanted him deep, hard and hot inside her.

"d.a.m.n 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 c.u.n.t wept in l.u.s.tful 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 l.u.s.ts burn hotter.

"Ah, Faith." He grimaced, his teeth baring as he fought for control. "You're so tight. So d.a.m.ned 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 c.o.c.k 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 l.u.s.t 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.u.n.t. 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 c.u.n.t 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. p.r.i.c.kling fire traveled over her flesh, bolts of electricity exploded in her c.u.n.t as she tightened on his thrusting c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k, 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k 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 l.u.s.t. 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 pa.s.sion.