Page 26 of Kodiak's Heart

“Yes,” he agreed.

She grinned as she wormed her way down his body until she’d pushed his thighs wide and sprawled between them. She gripped his cock with both hands and tilted it toward her, blowing a puff of air across the leaking tip. He shuddered at the heat of her breath, the promise of what was to come. She flicked her tongue out and slid it along the ridge where the glans crowned over the shaft.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, clenching his hands in the covers to prevent himself from grabbing her and fucking her mouth.

“Mmm,” she hummed and took the head in her mouth, running her tongue over the slit while she sucked lightly at him.

He let her play, let her explore until a light sheen of sweat covered his body from the fight he waged to lie still and leave her in control. She’d suck him in as far as she could, bob up and down for a moment, then release him with a pop to suck and lick all along the shaft. She even teased his scrotum, rubbing it with her tongue and giving him soft sucks on the taut skin. When he couldn’t take any more, he grabbed her under the arms and pulled her up, flipping her to her back.

He caught her cry of dismay in his mouth and moved his fingers between her thighs to see how wet she was. Emersyn was drenched. Fuck! He thrust two fingers inside and used his thumb to rub back and forth over her clitoris. She made needy sounds in her throat that turned him on and clenched her fingers into his shoulders. When neither of them could take any more foreplay, he covered her, guiding his cock home and filling her with one hard thrust.

She met him thrust for thrust, not what he’d expected from a newly initiated lover. Her passion matched his. They clung, coming together in a clash of bodies, breaths panting, sweat dripping. It bordered too close to rough, and come morning, they’d both bear the marks of the night. He brought her to orgasm twice before letting himself give in. Her name was a guttural cry pulled from his soul as he filled her with his seed.

Still, he fucked her. He turned them and guided her until she sat astride him again. This time, with his cock buried deep. He helped her find her rhythm then let his attention switch to her magnificent breasts. The woman was well-endowed. He plucked and pinched her nipples, tugging them before leaning up to suckle at her. Back and forth, he went until she cried out, her cream coating his shaft and dripping down to drench his balls.

She collapsed on top of him, and he rearranged them again, sliding her onto her belly on the bed. He grasped a pillow and wedged it under her stomach, pulling her to her knees as he moved into place behind her. Her ass was as gorgeous as her chest, and as he slipped his cock back inside her, he imagined taking her there.

He held onto her hips, keeping her on her knees while he pounded into her. Her cries were dampened by another pillow and the covers as she rolled her head back and forth. Pleasure. All he heard was how much she enjoyed every touch. More and yes interspersed with his name. He made her come again, felt her tighten down like a vise before going liquid around him. Only then did he allow himself to fill her up with his cum again. He held his cock buried deep while jets of his semen spilled from the tip of his dick. And still, he wanted her. Still, he stayed hard.

It made no sense. He should have been more than satisfied. Instead, he was like a beast in a mating frenzy. It was as if he couldn’t mark her enough, couldn’t coat her enough in him to satisfy the beast within him.

He should have taken her to the house as he’d intended. Instead, they stayed in the cabin, reaching for each other several more times during the night. And when morning came, so did he, with her lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing every drop he gave her.

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