Man-Eater (6 page)

“Fuck me, Cyrus,” she whispered.

“I’ll fuck you, baby,” he growled. “I’ll fuck your brains right out of you.”

He took a step backward and kicked the door shut behind him.

“You promise?” she asked.

“Every time I open my mouth, whether it’s to suck back your tongue or lick your sweet pussy, it’s a promise. A promise that you and I can make fire together.”

Kendra pressed her thighs together in anticipation. She’d been avoiding men since her ex. Every heat for the past six months had been a dry heat, a heat where she had cloistered herself without sex, without mating. But this heat was something different. This was a wet heat if she had ever felt one. Her pussy was wet, the air was wet, everything was wet. She may have driven out here to the middle of nowhere to be alone, but she couldn’t get away from who she was and what she wanted, and looking at Cyrus standing there in the dim light made her want him all the more.

Cyrus popped open the buttons of his coveralls and stepped out of them. They fell off his shoulders like so much unwanted fabric and she got
a
good look at his mammoth cock. He was a tiger shifter, so she knew his cock would be bigger than normal men, but he was big even for a tiger. What was an Alpha like this doing driving a tow truck? Did he like the simple life? Or did it give him an opportunity to spread his seed far and wide? She didn’t care as long as he spread it inside of her.

“What’s your last name?” Kendra asked.

“Why?”

“I like to know who a man is before I sleep with him.”

“White. Cyrus White,” he replied. “And I guarantee you won’t be sleeping.”

“What will I be doing then?” Kendra asked.

“Before or after I lick your sweet pussy to the edge of ecstasy?”

“How about during?”

“You’re going to ride my tongue all the way to the ends of the earth. And you’re going to like it. I guarantee it.”

She licked her lips, sizing up his cock, wondering if she would be able to take it all in. Her tigress wanted it, but a tiger could be rough. She knew that even in their human form they could barely contain themselves. She hadn’t had sex with a shifter for a long time, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for it. Oh, hell yes, she was ready. She was so ready she could practically taste his seed. Kendra splayed her legs wide.

“Fuck my heat,” she moaned.

He grabbed her legs, just below the
knees
and pulled her toward him. Now it was just the thin, moist fabric of her panties that separated her from his cock. She
took
hard shallow breaths as he reached down and ripped her dress open in one brutal tear.

Fuck. She needed that.

Her nipples had hardened into tight little buds that were practically drilling holes into the lace of her bra. Cyrus pulled her up by the arms, and she wrapped her legs around him as he buried his face in her breasts. She laid her head back as his mouth found her nipple. He tugged back on the sensitive flesh with his lips and she let out a moan.

“Which part of me do you want to fuck first?” she asked. “My pussy or my ass?”

“Whichever you like,” Cyrus growled.

“My pussy,” Kendra said. “I want you to lick it. I want you to fuck it. With your tongue, then your cock. Then I want you to do more.”

“More?”

“Yes. More.”

She felt him reach up between her legs and slip his thumb under her wet panties.

There you go,
she thought.
That’s it.
Cyrus slid his thumb up her slippery crease and pressed into her clit. Her whole body shuddered as she ground into him. More, she thought. More, more. Kendra moaned as his tongue swiped around her areola, passionately licking her, claiming her. She could tell he wanted every bit of her and she wanted all of him too. She felt a jolt of electric passion course through her veins.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Fuck me with that huge cock.”

Cyrus took her ample breasts in both hands, freeing them from the confines of her bra. She felt his tongue lick down the valley of her left breast and up the slope of her right, finding her hard bud. Her heat had made her pussy so soaking wet with passion she didn’t know what she wanted more, his tongue or his cock, or both. Luckily, she didn’t have to decide. The same thumb that pressed down on her clit, hooked under the fabric of her panties and ripped them off her in one smooth swipe.

Cyrus dropped kisses between her breasts and folds until he reached her sweet entrance. She couldn’t stop herself. She ground her mound up into his face, rocking her hips back and forth with passion.

Fuck me with your tongue. Yes, please fuck me with your tongue.

Cyrus looked up from between her legs.
“Have you ever been fucked by an Alpha before?” he growled. “Have you ever been fucked so hard that you didn’t know where his cock ended and your pussy began?”

“Never,” Kendra purred. “Not an Alpha like you.”

“Are you going to tell me how you like it?”

“Hard,” Kendra said, grinding into his face. “So hard I don’t know what’s happening to me. Fuck me so hard I’m never the same again.”

“You got it, baby, but first I’m going to finish with my tongue.”

“Yes, please do,” Kendra moaned.

He thrust his tongue inside of her, licking from the bottom of her pussy all the way up her long wet creases to the top. He pinned her down with a stare from his soulful blue eyes. “Does your heat drive you crazy?” he asked.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Crazy enough to fuck a tow truck driver?”

She nodded.

“Crazy enough to fuck a tiger?”

“You know it does.”

And he thrust his tongue back inside her, finding her taut nubbin and swiping around it in a long smooth stroke.

“Oh, mercy,” Kendra whispered.

She grabbed his head and shoved it farther into her pussy. Kendra felt a jolt of passion shoot out of her core and she knew it was only the beginning. She had denied her heat for what felt like an eternity, but even so, she didn’t want to come on the spot. She wanted to savor the feeling of his tongue inside of her, licking her, loving her. She wanted to savor the moment. Still, she didn’t know if she could hold out. He tugged her taut clit back with his lips as he sank two fingers into her entrance.

“Ohh, fuck me…” Kendra moaned.

Cyrus shoved his fingers farther up her slick entrance and she ground into him as he did, rubbing her pussy over his chin, washing his perfectly cut cheekbones with it. Kendra’s heat burned inside her. Forget savoring it. She needed release and she was done waiting for it. She would let his tongue do its magic. She would succumb to him. She rocked her pussy into his face again, and this time, he swiped his tongue all the way down her crease to her asshole. He parted the globes of her butt with his strong hands and rolled her ass forward, swiping his tongue around the tiny hole.

Man that felt good, his fingers, his tongue inside her, the swiping, the licking. And then she felt his fingers glide back up her crease, up to the source of her heat. She felt the fireball of her passion slowly swirling within her, gaining momentum as it turned round and round, getting bigger, getting stronger. The tension grew with every revolution of her inner fire. Jolts of electric passion shot out from inside her. Was this it? Was this glorious shifter finally going to make her tigress come? She purred in anticipation.

“Fuck me with your tongue. Fuck me like you promised you would,” she said, rocking her ass toward him. He swiped his tongue up her pussy before turning back down and sinking it inside her ass.

Oh, yes. Sweetness that felt so good.

She felt a jolt as he licked her and then that jolt was replaced by a firestorm as he pressed his thumb firmly down on her clit. She bucked upward violently as her heat found its true form and shot out of her like forked lightning. Wave upon wave of pleasure jolted out from her core as she continued to buck and spasm.

“That’s it, baby. Ride that wave. I’m not going to stop. I’m never going to stop,” Cyrus growled.

He swiped his tongue back up her sopping wet folds to her clit and took hold of it with his lips. Her pussy spasmed in his mouth as he tugged at her hard nubbin, and true to his word, he didn’t stop. He tugged her hard tight nub back, and then swiped around it with that raspy tiger tongue, again, and again. Kendra was consumed by pleasure. She couldn’t help but moan, and then, when she didn’t think she could take it anymore, he dropped a finger into her ass.

Oh joy. Keep going.

She felt him massage the outer rim, and then the entire hole, poking her, filling her. She bucked upward, the waves of pleasure intensifying as her heat liquefied and drained out of her. It felt as if she was being eaten, devoured by a jungle beast. And her tigress kept saying…

More. More. More.

The waves of pleasure kept coming, warming her, liquefying her limbs as Kendra gasped for breath. “Give it to me,” she moaned, thrusting her pussy in his face.

He looked up at her, a diabolical grin on his face.

“Did I tell you I’m going to fuck your ass too? That I’m going make your anal muscles scream with pleasure as they tighten around my hard cock.”

“Fuck, yes,” Kendra whimpered.

“I’m going to pay your ass so much attention your pussy gets jealous. And when it does, I’m going to make your pussy beg for my dick. But I’m not going to give it up. Not until you scream my name.”

“Cyrus!”

“There you go, babe.”

“Fuck my pussy!”

“Are you sure you want it?”

“Yes,” she said, “I want it.”

Slap! Kendra felt the sweet sting of pain as his open hand slapped her on the ass. Before the sting had subsided, his strong hands reached forward, gliding over her curves until they found her nipples. He took her taught buds between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted them.

“Ohh,” she moaned. She couldn’t wait. She had to have him. “Now,” she said. “Please do it now.”

“Protection?”

“In my purse. On the floor.”

He released her nipples and reached down for her purse, dumping its contents on the floor. There, she thought. There. She saw the strip of condoms fall out. He grabbed it and ripped a package open, rolling the prophylactic down over his massive member. She was glad he had found them, but who was she kidding? In her heat, crazed out of her mind like she was, she would have fucked him with no protection at all. She didn’t have the willpower to stop. Her tigress was out of control.

“Now,” she begged, “please, fuck me now!”

He roughly grabbed her and turned her over on all fours. Kendra pressed her face against the pillow and lifted her ass into the air. She didn’t have to look back. She knew what was coming. She balled the sheets up into her fists, sinking her forehead deeper into the pillow to prepare herself. He took her hips into his hands, but he didn’t bother teasing her pussy lips with his cock. He just drove straight in, opening up her slippery channel with the power of his thrust. She bit down on the pillow as she adjusted to his size, her tight channel sucking him back as he swiftly filled her up.

“Oh, sweet tiger, yes,” Kendra whimpered.

He was soon balls deep in her and all she could think was how relieved she was he hadn’t gone for her other hole like he had promised. She didn’t know if she would have been able to take him, not without a hell of a lot of lube. Maybe next time, she thought.
Hell
, yes, would there be a next time? He slowly pulled out, her pussy already bemoaning the void he left in his wake.

“Harder,” Kendra whispered.

“Harder?”

“As hard as you can.”

And before she could even wrap her mind around what she had said, he plunged into her again. More powerfully this time. Faster. He removed his hand from her hips and slapped her on the ass while he was still inside of her.

Oh, yes. Fuck that felt good.

Then he pulled back out of her and rammed into her again. Kendra rocked her ass back out at him and they fell into a rhythm. She thrust herself back while he thrust in powerfully. Mercy. It felt like a slow speed car crash. Or a train wreck. He just kept pounding into her, again and again. Their relentless rhythm made her hotter and hotter. He reached forward tweaking her nipples.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” Kendra moaned.

“
Do you love that?”

“You know I do,” she said breathlessly.

And he kept crashing into her, balls slapping against her ass. She felt the fireball that was her heat expand outward like an unstoppable force, getting larger and larger until there was no room within her for anything else. Was this it? Her orgasm? If it was, it would be more furious than the last. She could tell by the slow build.

“Spank me again,” she said.

“What?” he gasped.

“Spank my ass.”

He let go of her hip again and she felt his open hand come down hard on her ass. Yes. That was what she needed. More of that bittersweet sting.

“Again,” Kendra said.