"She sucked in a quick breath and gripped his shoulders, his skin slick and damp against her palms. He was big, hot, and solid inside her, and her back arched in an attempt to accommodate his invasion, which drove him deeper. He groaned like a dying man and completely covered her body with his. His hands tangled in her hair, and his mouth claimed hers in a kiss as erotic as the carnal joining of their flesh. The tempo of his pistoning hips escalated into a wild, primitive coupling, and he ground himself against her mound, creating a near unbearable friction designed to make her come again.
The flame of passion between them burned hotter, higher, brighter, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked against him, urging him toward his own climax. With a low, guttural growl, he wrenched his mouth from hers and tossed his head back, his breath exploding from his lungs in heavy, labored gasps. He drove deep one last time, sending her spiraling into a lush vortex of sensation, then shuddered violently with his own release as she contracted around his fully embedded shaft."
Something Wilde -- Janelle Denison (I Brake For Bad Boys)
"An agile tongue laved her slick folds, gliding over tender membranes with lavish strokes. It swirled around her clit in teasing circles, flicked over the turgid flesh and rolled it with breathtaking subtlety. Groaning, Deanna raised her hips in encouragement, craving more of that sweet seduction. 'Oh, Graeme...' For it couldn't be anyone else but him; she recognized the sudden fillip he gave her clit, arousing in its unexpectedness. He'd used it to good effect earlier that day. He licked her swollen flesh over and over, fanning the flames of her desire to greater heights, drawing more cream from her sex. Lightning arced through her core, sparked by his swirling tongue. She sobbed for breath, shocked anew by the strength of her response to him. It had her arching off the pallet as her heels dug into the hard ground. The tension in her core coiled tighter, threatening to explode. Not yet. Not just yet. She wanted to make it last. Her legs spasmed, tensing as she fought back her orgasm. She wanted to savor the buildup while she could. Hard, rough pads pushing insistently on her inner thighs, pressing them apart. Sharp points prodded the thin skin, biting deeply enough to penetrate the dense fog of carnal delight blanketing Deanna's senses. Something wasn't right. Struggling against the sweetness lapping at her nerves, Deanna opened her eyes. A gray wolf watched her with Graeme's piercing arctic blue stare, trapping her gaze as he licked her dripping sex, the curves of his fangs hard against her swollen flesh. She gasped, nerve-jangling shock holding her motionless. Flat on her back and totally naked, her legs splayed open before the wolf, she was painfully aware of her vulnerability to its long, jagged teeth. The impasse stretched on, neither of them moving. Then hot cream spurted between her thighs, unbidden and irrepressible, as involuntary as the shudder that streaked up her spine. Good God, surely she couldn't be aroused! A low growl rumbled in that deep chest. The wolf pressed forward. Its tongue darted into her, flitting against sensitized membranes, lashing her sheath with delicate swipes. The intimate contact sent a shiver of pleasure washing over her, carnal need coiling tight in her belly. Oh, God! Each swipe reverberated through her, a fresh thrill that left goose bumps on her arms and made her nipples tingle with fierce delight. How could she be responding to its actions? Surely it was merely the stimulation? She couldn't be so far gone as to find the danger exciting. And yet she was aroused. She couldn't deny the raw pleasure sweeping through her body like a wildfire blazing out of control. Couldn't ignore the rough tongue dancing over her tender folds. Couldn't escape the thrum of treacherous delight growing in her fluttering core. How can this be happening? Knowing better than to startle a wild animal, Deanna could only surrender herself to the inevitable, caught between exquisite sensation and self-preservation. No wolves in these mountains? What a bizarre way to discover otherwise! But if she survived the experience, she wasn't sure she'd correct the locals' misconception. Who would believe her? Even with the toe-curling delight from the wolf's lavish attention on her pussy, she had difficulty believing it herself. A sharp spike of pure rapture forced a harsh gasp from her, but the wolf ignored the sound, intent on licking her. Still, she pressed her fist to her lips to silence the desperate moans that threatened to spill forth. Pleasure wracked her body as fire burned in her core and sizzled, building on her earlier desire. A carnal fever ate away her restraint, edging her closer to abandon. What would happen if she lost it? Another hot wave of dark delight splashed through her, making Deanna's legs twitch despite herself. The wolf gave a low growl, pressing down on her thighs and holding her wide open to its ravishment. Its tongue lashed out, licking her juices from its narrow muzzle. It stared up her body, gazing at her with a sentient light in its pale blue eyes as it lowered its head back to her pussy and resumed lapping cream from her throbbing flesh. A thundering outpour of molten lava scorched her senses."
Call of the Wild -- Kathleen Dante (Sexy Beast II)
"He looked right at her and she almost had an orgasm. His intense gaze stripped her clothes away as it meandered over her body. Her nipples tightened. Oh, man, he started an ache deep inside her. She needed a fire extinguisher! 'Jeremy Hunter?' he supplied. 'I hear that a lot.' 'Huh?' He grinned, as if he knew exactly the effect he had on her. 'People tell me I look like Jeremy Hunter, the actor.' She mentally shook her head to clear it, not sure what exactly had passed between them. Yeah right, she knew exactly what had happened. Testosterone had crashed into estrogen and there'd been a sexual explosion."
It's a Wonderful Life -- Karen Kelley (I'm Your Santa)
"He leaned his head against the thick wood of the headboard and concentrated on breathing rather than spilling his cum. Her mouth should be licensed. It was wicked, bordering on illegally destructive to the male senses. She mouthed the flesh as it drew tight beneath his cock, cum boiling dangerously close to an explosion."
"Blake was engulfed by the intensity of the passion pounding through his veins. The orgasm grabbed ahold, ambushing him with its power. As he poured himself into Alexia’s warmth, his body shuddered, his arms shaking as his muscles tensed to the point of shattering. His orgasm triggered hers. Still spinning out of control, he watched through narrow, passion-blurred eyes as she went over. Her body tensed, arching her back. Her breasts, lush and gorgeous, bobbed in time with her frenzied gyrations. She tilted her head back, her moans filling the tent. Filling him with power, his ego swelling so he felt like a he-man. All-powerful, totally awesome."
"Rocco gave her a heavy-lidded look of slanting sensuality that heated her blood, spreading arousal through her body unstoppably, like a swift flood tide flowing swiftly under the drag of a full moon. Inescapable and undeniable, it took her and possessed her, running wild and free within her."
Captive at the Sicilian Billionaire's Command -- Penny Jordan
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