Page 12 of Canadian Wild: Love

That manly, woodsy scent that is him saturates the air around us and turns me on so much that he’s barely touched me and I’m dripping with desire.

He stares up at me from between my legs and growls as he nips at my thighs and then buries his mouth in my pussy, delving deep and driving his stiff tongue inside me like a dick. My hands clench on his head, holding his hair like a pair of handlebars as he licks and sucks me deep, his fingers pushing in hard as he fucks me until I’m pushing my hips up into his face, struggling to breathe. His hot mouth wraps around my clit and I screech wildly, thrashing as he pushes his hand into my belly, holding me still for his sweet torture. Teeth, tongue and mouth, fingers pushing into me so hard that I’m riding them to a building crescendo. My body tightens, my back arching painfully as I scream, my legs wrapping around his neck. His thick beard, scratches my skin where it’s so sensitive that I can’t stop the screams and the overwhelming ecstasy that pours over me, dragging me down and tossing me around like a tornado of lust and hunger.

“That’s it, baby girl. You’re beauty, my girl. Fucking beauty.” Shaking and moaning wildly, I fall to the bed and close my eyes, struggling to catch my breath, struggling to reel myself back in to reality.

His arms pull my thighs open wider and I hear his zipper in the quiet of my panting breaths. I open my eyes and see him, my eyes widening. My ex had a normal-sized dick. Emile’s is a monster. He pulls it out and pushes his jeans down, stepping out of them. I don’t even know when he lost his shoes and I don’t fucking care. He lays his hands on my thighs and steps between my legs. He pauses, his dark eyes latched onto me.

“Are you sure you want this, baby girl?”

Nodding my head so quickly I almost pass out from the blood moving so fast, I watch his eyes light up with an unholy light as he taps his heavy head at my clit.

“Oh god,” I hiss as he pushes in, his big, thick dick parting my lips painfully. He pauses and lets me adjust but I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me.

“Don’t go slow,” I snarl. “I want you to fuck me like you can’t get enough. I want you to push me to the edge of pain and make me feel it. Feel your body. Feel your hunger and need.”

He groans and then he drives into me so fast that it feels like I’m hit by a car. My breath stills, my heart feels like it actually stops. My insides protest as I stretch and reshape around his thick, silky shaft.

Everything comes back to me and I nod wildly. “Move. Now.” And he pushes in and out in a slow, steady burn that has me hiccuping and begging for release.

“Harder, faster, please.” My voice is shaking, my legs trembling under his onslaught. In and out, I feel his steely length inside me and I moan, struggling to stay in control.

There’s no fighting the orgasm ready to wash over me. I scream, throwing my head back, loving the feel of him deep inside me as I come on his cock, my body pulsing around him, welcoming him into my warmth.

CHAPTER 8

Emile

She feels like heaven. Her body fits mine perfectly. Like a warm glove wrapped around my dick and clutching me to her.

“Harder,” she sighs. Then I feel her pussy pulse around me and I groan, driving into her so hard that the whole damn cabin shakes with it. Her juices slick onto my velvet pole and I can hear them squelching in the room, smell the scent of our lovemaking hot and heavy all around us.

“Oh fuck, baby girl. This sweet pussy needs a pounding, doesn’t it. It needs me, baby.”

She moans and her legs tighten around my waist as she pushes her hips up into me.

I grab her hips hard, whipping her over without taking my dick out of her slick heat. Then I pound into her, her lush ass jigging in my face until I pause and reach down to bite it hard, leaving my mark on her cheek as she wails, her pussy juices dripping down my cock and down my thighs.

I lift her hips up and drive her up and down my aching cock so hard that I feel her spasming, fluttering wildly as she groans. “No more. I can’t anymore.”

I lean down and pull her head back, my hands tangling in that long red mane. My teeth scrape her throat as I growl, “You can and you will. You want this dick? You better give me what I want and I want another fucking orgasm, baby girl.”

Pulling back as far as I can, I pound into her over and over again, feeling her tighten like a vise.

She pushes her ass back at me and I pull one hand back and spank her pretty, rounded pink ass, leaving my fingerprints on her as she squeals and bucks and then her body spasms again and I groan, pushing deep, my hips thrusting so hard that they stutter when I finally feel the jets of my release rushing out to paint her smooth, fluttering walls.

“Fuck yeah!” Once, twice and yet again, I push inside her, feeling the slickness of our combined releases and not willing to leave her pussy yet.

She collapses and moans and I fall across her limp body, trying not to crush her. I slide to the side and my hand runs up and down her back lightly, tracing the delicate curve of her spine.

I sigh and rest my head on her back. “I’m so sorry. I fucked up.”

She stiffens and refuses to turn towards me. I can feel her drawing inside herself and putting up walls.

“I didn’t use a condom. I’m such an idiot. But if something happens, I promise I’ll take care of you and the baby.”

She stiffens and I watch her reach out to pull at the sheet, pulling it across her body before she turns over to face me. I draw in a breath, not understanding the hurt and shame on her face, but feeling it all the way to the depths of my soul.

I hurt her and it almost breaks me. I can feel the awful howling in my chest breaking free. It’s been under control but something about her makes it break.

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