Animal Instincts (7 page)

“You
see what you do to me, what you do to my lion, baby?” He pressed his dick into
her ass again, and she felt how big he was, how long and thick. God, how would
that feel inside of her? She couldn’t find her voice, and so she nodded to
answer his question.

He
gripped her hips tightly and pulled her fully back against him. As if her ass
against his shaft was too much for him, he turned again after only a second,
and lifted her back on the counter. This was like one sexually charged
rollercoaster ride, one that she didn’t want to get off of. They kissed again.
His lips slammed down on hers with all the built up passion and desire they
both had. Slowly, he ground his cock against her pussy, teasing her until the
words for him to fuck her were right on the tip of her tongue. He was a skilled
kisser as he moved his tongue along her lips. She knew fucking him would be
intense and powerful. She didn’t care if she begged for it, didn’t care at this
point if she sounded pathetic and needy. Danika was on the verge of climaxing
just from the feel of that jean-clad cock pressing against her body.

Damien
went for the button of his jeans.
The sound of his zipper
sliding down sent shivers throughout her body.
And then he took a step
back, his gaze between her legs, his fingers on the edges of his pants.
Lowering her gaze she saw the trail of dark blond hair that disappeared beneath
his black underwear.

Feeling
bold, she reached between her legs and slipped her finger under the edge of her
panties. He stared at her pussy, and she could see the way he breathed hard and
fast. The air practically slammed in and out of him. Danika knew she was
breaking his control. She wanted to tempt him, wanted to make him as hot as she
was so that he really lost control. This was so not like her, but she was
losing her mind with need right now. She pulled the material to the side and
exposed her soaked cleft. Her clit throbbed when the air touched it. She was
drenched, so wet that as soon as the panties were out of the way she could feel
her cream slide down her skin. Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it
fill her ears and feel it pounding against the base of her throat.

Never
had she been so extreme, never had she tried to be the seductress. She
continued to tease him, loved how he growled low, and held onto the edge of his
jeans hard enough that his knuckles were white. She ran the pad of one of her
fingers along the swollen rise of her labia, and rubbed it slowly before
pulling it back so he could see her inner lips.

Could
he see how pink she was? Could he see how engorged her clit was? She could feel
the tiny bud pulse and swell from her arousal. Just having her fingers so close
to it was enough to have her on the verge of having an orgasm.

Damien
had his pants pushed down his hips in the next second. She felt her eyes widen
when she finally got a look at what had been hidden behind his jeans. His cock
was huge, thick and long. The head was flared and bulbous, and already wet from
his pre-cum. She licked her lips and heard him groan. The sound had her lifting
her gaze to his. He took a step toward her and dropped down on his knees. He
pushed her fingers aside so now he was the one holding her panties away from
her pussy, and groaned again.

“So fucking hot.
I’m going to eat you out, baby,
lick all of your cream only to make you get even wetter afterward.”

 
She opened her mouth on a silent cry at the
feel of his heated breath along her slit.

“I’m
going to claim your virginity, take your cherry as mine, and make you realize
that after I am finished my cock will only be the one inside of your sweet
pussy again.” He then placed his mouth on her pussy, and started licking and
sucking at her.

Oh. My.
God.

The
force of his mouth between, of his lips moving up and down her labia had her
leaning back and bracing her elbows once more on the counter. His slightly
scruffy cheeks scraped along her inner thighs. He had one hand on her belly,
keeping her stationary. The sound of fabric tearing pierced her lust-filled
thoughts, and she watched as Damien tossed the remnants of her panties to the
side. He was an animal between her legs. He licked and sucked, probed and
teased her until she murmured his name over and over. He spread her pussy lips
apart with his thumbs and sucked her clit in his mouth, and she ground herself
on him, needing more friction. Danika needed to get off as badly as she needed
to breathe.

Her
orgasm finally broke free, and the rough, harsh grunts he made had her climax
rising. It was intense, crazy good, and she grabbed his hair and tugged at the
strands. Damien let go of her clit with a resounding pop, and licked a path
down her cleft to spear his tongue in her pussy hole. In and out he probed her
body with the muscle, not going as deep as she would like, but far enough into
her pussy that she clenched around him. He placed his thumb on her clit, and
rubbed the small bud back and forth, prolonging her pleasure. She could feel
another intense orgasm approach, and her whole body tightened in response.

“Come
again, baby, give me another one. Make your cream cover my mouth.”

She
was shocked at what he said, but those few words sent pleasure through her like
a freight train. The intensity of what was happening had her whole body
shaking. Danika closed her eyes and let it wash through her. He gave one last
lingering kiss to her inner thigh, dragged a path all the way down her leg, and
then stood to face her again. She dropped her gaze to the monster standing
stiff from the thatch of dark blond hair at his groin. He grabbed the root, stroked
himself from tip to base, over and over again, and kept his focus on her
solely. This drop of pre-cum lined the tip of his dick, and she watched in
twisted desire as that droplet fell to the ground. More cum took its place
right away, and he never stopped stroking himself.

When
he clearly had enough of pleasuring himself, he stepped between her legs, ran
his hands over her inner thighs, close to her pussy before stopping when he
made contact, and slid the pads of his fingers over her belly. He snagged his
fingers under the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up and over her head.
Her bra wasn’t anything fancy, just plain white cotton with this little pink
bow between the cups, but the way he stared at her chest made her feel like she
was wearing the most sexy, revealing lingerie imaginable.

“Fuck,
Danika.” He ran a hand over his mouth as he stared at her chest. Because she
wasn’t a thin woman, her breasts were large and round, well more than a
handful. The longer he stared at her the more this flush swept through her
whole body. He moved closer to her, and she gasped when she felt the hard, hot
length of his erection press against her cleft. Her skirt was pushed up over
her waist, and the cool air brushed along her exposed slit. With no panties on
she felt the silkiness of his cock, felt the semen that was still coming out of
the tip of his shaft, and curled her fingers against the counter. They stared
at each other, neither speaking, but the heat and arousal moving between them
with so much force that sweat started to line the space between her breasts.
Without waiting to see if he would do it, she reached behind her and undid the
clasp of her bra. When the material was lying on the counter beside her, the
air caused her nipples to become even harder. He stared at her breasts, made
this inhuman sound of pleasure, and grabbed the root of his cock again.

“Damien,
I need you.”

“Not
here, baby. I’m not having your first time be in the kitchen.”

He
helped her off the counter and pulled his pants up haphazardly before adjusting
her skirt. Before she could move he was lifting her in his arms. She felt
secure and protected, and right now that was exactly what she needed. Maybe it
was weird to be doing this with a man she really didn’t know, with a man that
was so much older than she was and her father’s friend, but right now she could
only picture her and Damien. There were no obstacles between them, no worries
or tribulations that
awaited
. It was just two people
that really needed to be together.

“Take
me to my room, Damien,” she murmured against his mouth, and told him where to
go. She had her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck.
Damien strode down her short hallway to the only bedroom in her apartment. When
Damien stopped in front of her closed door all he did was hold her tightly to
his body and breathe out heavily.

“And
you’re sure about this?” he asked her softly, but with the same hard edge to
his voice as before.

“I’m
sure.” She reached out and pushed her door open. The room was
dark,
the light from the parking lot spilling through the
partially drawn blinds, but Danika could see him well enough. He was watching
her, maybe having second thoughts now that they were actually about to do this.
But then he stepped inside and shut the door behind them.

He
set her on her feet. She had no shirt on, but even if she should have been
cold, all she felt was heat, white-hot heat. He wore his shirt still, and she
wished he would remove it. Lifting her hand she ran her fingers along his
chest, and felt the muscles underneath the damp material flex and contract.
Shadows covered his face, but his need for her was evident. He took a step
closer, and she moved on back until she was resting against the door. Her hands
were flat on the wood, her skin flushed, sweaty, and her pussy ready for him.
He slowly moved his hands down her arms, gripped her skirt, and pulled the
material down. Here she stood, totally nude in front of this lion shifter, and
all she could think of was filthy things she had never experienced before.

She
didn’t go for his pants or try to remove them. Danika would let him do it. But
Damien didn’t make her wait, and when the pants were off and tossed aside, he
went for his shirt. Once he was totally nude she stared at his chest, at the
hard ridges of his muscles, his six-pack and pectoral definition, and she dug
her nails into the wood. She was getting even more turned on at the sight of
him. He was
big,
at least a foot taller than her
five-foot-five height, and the power under his flesh was so impressive it made
her feel weak in comparison. Danika moved forward and pressed her body to his,
rose on her toes, and kissed him hard.

His
erection jerked, and she felt wetness slide over her belly. He took control of
the kiss and slipped his hands down to cup her ass. Damien squeezed the mounds
and pulled her more forcibly toward him. A soft moan left her, and she opened
her mouth wider for his probing tongue. They moved as one toward the bed, never
breaking the kiss. She felt the mattress hit the back of her legs and let
gravity and his body take her down. Danika arched her back, thrusting her
breasts out and against his hard chest. And then Damien latched his mouth onto
one stiff nipple.

“Oh, God.
Yes, just like that.”

His
mouth on her nipple, sucking, drawing the blood to the surface, drove her
crazy. He used his teeth to tug at the engorged flesh until it bordered on
painful. She speared her hands through his hair again and pulled him closer. He
alternated between her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth then going to
the other. When he finally broke away from her, he leaned back on his haunches.
Damien placed his hands on her inner thighs, so close to her pussy she could
feel the tips of his thumbs tease her lips.

“I
can’t help myself when I’m around you, can’t control myself, Danika.” He
covered her body with his and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. “My lion is
a selfish bastard, wants you for himself, but I am not about to lose this war.”
The thick head of his cock pressed against her pussy. The tips of his canines
were elongated and sharp enough that one of them sliced into her tongue. She
tasted the metallic flavor of blood, but it only seemed to heighten her
arousal. When he ran his tongue along the small cut, moaning, healing her with
the simple act, she lifted her hips and begged him silently for more. He was
gentle with the way he kissed and licked at her lips, paying special attention
to her split lip from earlier, and murmuring how he would never let anyone hurt
her again.

He
reached between their bodies, and leaned back enough that she could see what he
was doing. When he placed the tip of his cock at her entrance, her breath
stalled, her heart raced, and she gripped the sheets on the bed beside her.
While staring at her he gently started to push into her. Damien was so big, so
thick that Danika felt him stretching her, filling her. The pain was there, but
the agonizing arousal far outweighed it. And then he pushed right into her in
one swift move, keeping his gaze locked on hers the entire time. For a moment
all he did was stay buried inside of her, his cock so big that the burning
sensation of having something so large inside of her virgin body was
monumental. And then he gently pulled back out. He pushed back in another inch,
repeated the process over and over again, and when he looked down at where they
were connected this strangled grunt left him.

 
“Watch as I claim you, Danika,” he said and
looked back at her again.

She
rose on her elbows and looked down the length of her body. The sight of her
blood and arousal along his bare cock had her throat tightening. She wasn’t a
virgin anymore, and the sensation moving through her that this man, the one
that spoke so passionately of her being his, was the one to take it, had the
pleasure rising to a volcanic level.