"Each pull of his fingers delivered a torrent of liquid delight straight to her blood."
"Long and thickly veined, his penis pulsed against her palm, a steel rod wrapped in soft velvet."
"Hand leaving her breast, he changed his tactic to delving between her legs. His long fingers slipped between the honeyed folds of her labia. A tip dipped into her creamy depth."
"A waterfall of magical sensations flooded her nerves with each delicious caress."
"The first tight curls of orgasm began to weave around her spine, tying up and then tickling her senses with an invigorating delight."
"What you're doing is torture of an innocent pussy."
"Dakoda slipped her fingers into the cleft of his rear, inching her way into its warm depth. The tips of her fingers made tentative contact with his tight, puckered anus. She pressed against the tight ring, gently easing just the tip of a finger inside. 'Mmm, and heaven is just a sin away.' She pressed farther, working her finger into his wickedly tight channel."
"His fingers circled his erection, guiding the broad crown toward her damp slit. 'You drive a hell of a hard bargain,' he grated. 'I'm going to pound your cunt until you scream.'"
"'God,' she breathed. 'You're even bigger than before.'
Hands braced on either side of her, Jesse grinned down. 'And you're even tighter.' He flexed his hips in a circular, stirring motion. 'Damn. There isn't an inch of wiggle room in there. Taking you is like having a virgin... the ultimate pleasure.'
Dakoda laughed softly. 'A virgin, I am not.'"
"Instead of sweeping in and attacking with his tongue, he caught her bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a long, slow suck. His hips picked up a faster rhythm, grinding against hers in a manner that was more of a sensual waltz than a battering-ram assault.
Dakoda tightened her legs around his waist, willing to let him take all control and lead the dance. One thing was for sure: he had all the steps just right. All the bad things about the day began to mercifully fade away as their bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, beginning an electrifying onslaught of carnal sensation. Lust boiled inside her like a pot left on the stove too long. Everything inside her felt deliciously molten."
"His tongue pressed for entry, sweeping in with long, stabbing strokes. Cock pulsing inside her, he began to deliver deep, punishing strokes that jarred her bones.
Gentleness was over. It was time to get down to the business of some serious fucking. He delivered thrust after punishing thrust. His balls slapped against her ass with each bone-jarring, breath-stealing stab."
"Wave after wave of hair spilled over his shoulders, a cascade of shiny black silk. Coils of glowing amber writhed in the depth of his gaze, sizzling with feral lust."
"'You may have had other men,' he growled, at the same time he delivered a vicious downward stab with his cock."
Soul of the Wildcat -- Devyn Quinn