As soon as the last tremors quieted, Michelene whirled, yanking at Azriel’s soaking shirt. Fuck her hair—that was a worry for tomorrow. All that mattered right now was having nothing between them. Her own ferocity should’ve scared her, but honestly she couldn’t really focus clearly on anything other than this wild, animalistic drive to take and be taken. It was new, this kind of attraction. It was undefinable, but shit, it was consuming her.
All she could think about was the way she hungered to taste his wet skin, how much she wanted to feel him against her, without those damn clothes in her way! Ripping the shirt open, it didn’t matter to her she couldn’t quite get the thing off his massive shoulders. She needed to bite him—so she did, sucking on the little half-moon shapes her teeth left in his flesh. And he let her, over and over again; he stood there letting her ravage his smooth chest. Her finger curled into the light sprinkling of chest hairs, yanking them hard on purpose. Fuck, what was this he was doing to her? She felt feral, like she wanted to make him feel her.
When her teeth sank into the dusky points of his nipples, a strong grasp snatched her head back. The grip on her hair was painful, but
yessss
that pain felt divine. The way he looked down at her, those ghostly silver eyes burned her to her marrow. Ravenous, that’s how he looked. Like he was either going to eat her alive or choke her out. How in the hell was that sexy? But when his eyes drifted to her throat, up to her lips, then clashed with her eyes she could’ve melted into a puddle right there in the shower. God, his body was taut. It screamed out he was going to explode. She wanted to see that. Hell, she wanted to experience it.
Reaching out defiantly, she unbuckled his belt slowly, licking her lips, deliberately exaggerating the movement. A fierce frown pierced his brow though he made no move to stop her. So she unbuttoned the top of his pants, unzipping them before she dropped to her knees, taking his pants with her. Funny how even though she was kneeling, he’d never let go of her hair. Michelene didn’t care. She liked it. Laying her cheek against his thigh, she had to force his feet up to take his pants off completely.
Had he not wanted the damn things off, there would’ve been no way she could’ve lifted his feet. But he made her work for it. That irked her more than a little. How dare he have such control when she had clearly lost all of hers? So she ran the sharp points of her teeth against the skin of his thighs, leisurely working her way up until she got to his pelvis. So far she’d avoided the angry-looking cock that stood so proud, bobbing ever so slightly in front of her face. It was beautiful. So full, so long and thick. He hadn’t worn underwear, so there was nothing between them. And that dick called to her. Some primal demand that had her tongue sticking out to circle the reddish-purple head.
The hiss that burst from his lips was worth it, but the grip on her hair once more pulled her back.
“Have you done this before?”
His words confused the hell out of her. Done what exactly? And he looked genuinely concerned, which was just weird. Most men she knew would’ve just forced her head down on them, not pulled her back. And how the hell did he know she wasn’t as experienced as she was pretending to be? At least not experienced with the voluntary attraction. His eyes held knowledge he shouldn’t have, and she didn’t want that right now. Couldn’t deal with it.
“Yes, I have.” No way she’d volunteer more than that.
“Shit.”
Just like that, she found herself being hauled out of the shower and placed on the counter far more gently than she’d ever expected. The hands pulling her thighs apart were neither forceful nor gentle. They were insistent.
“Keep your feet on the edge of the counter,” Azriel ordered, but he was no longer looking at her face. All his focus was centered on her exposed pussy. “Don’t. Move.”
Right. Don’t move. That should be about as easy as restoring her virginity.
A thick finger ran along her puffy outer lips. Just a feather of a touch, over and over again. The bathroom might have been massive, but it was starting to feel stuffy, crowded even. God, he wasn’t doing much more than teasing her but she felt surrounded by him. The sound of her own panting was almost obscene. And he’d said don’t move. If he didn’t stop playing with her she was going to jump him!
“Such a pretty pussy on such a pretty little girl.” Opening her labia as he spoke, he started to flick at her clit. Damn, his words were so wrong, so very naughty. But she was a long way from being a little girl. She should’ve hated those words. Should’ve wanted to slap them out of his mouth, but they laid her bare more than her nakedness could. “This is my pretty pussy now. You understand that, don’t you?” To punctuate his statement, his fingers ground down on her clit. Hard. Fuck if it didn’t feel like heaven.
A cry escaped her lips as her body jerked upward in immediate response.
SMACK
!
The flat of his palm slammed across her pussy; the wetness from the shower mixed with her own overflowing natural juices made the sting burn with white-hot heat. Fuck, fuck, fuck, but that hurt so damn good! It was like the heat melted into her skin then began to caress her from the inside. She hadn’t even noticed his fingers had skillfully entered her, thrusting fast and hard as she could only sit there and whimper.
“Look at me, Michelene.” The dark purr was almost enough to make her come. Shit, she really needed to come. “Let me see you. Watch me watching you, baby.”
Oh, had she closed her eyes? She hadn’t noticed. That statement, though—could a man possibly say anything any hotter? It was just so—
SMACK
!
“Open your fucking eyes!”
Well, shit, who knew they had closed again? She didn’t remember doing that. But she did know she wanted badly to hurt him back. Not because she was mad about the smack to her cunt; that was simply delicious. She wanted to bite him, scratch him, dig her nails into his skin just because this total stranger had gotten down deep inside her very core and looked at all her darkest secrets without asking, without saying a word. And she couldn’t hate him for it though she really, really wanted to. He was forcing vulnerability, giving her exactly what she needed. What she would’ve never in a million years admitted she needed.
“There you are.” He smirked while curving his fingers upwards to find that spongy bundle of nerves deep inside her with deadly precision. That’s a good girl. Now come.”
***
Of course he hadn’t expected her to stay completely still. He would’ve been damned pissed if she had. Fuck, but she reacted perfectly to every thing he did. His cock was drizzling pre-cum all over the fucking place, he wanted in her so damn bad! As soon as her back arched—as he was beginning to notice was one of her telltale signs of an impending orgasm—his mouth descended, latching on to a bountiful breast and sucking fervently on the nipple. Her cunt flooded, tightening painfully hard down on his fingers. Man, his dick was in serious trouble.
That was one seriously tight-ass pussy. He wasn’t a small man. For the first time ever, he was honestly worried. God knows he didn’t really want to hurt her, not like that. Something told him she’d been hurt like that already. He needed to show her passion, no matter how ferocious, was nothing to fear. So yes, he would smack that hungry wet cunt, bite her nipple, smack that lush ass, but didn’t want to cause her real physical harm.
Waiting until her trembles calmed somewhat, Azriel knelt between her spread thighs. She really did have a pretty pussy, all groomed and perfect. With the schedule he’d witnessed, when had she found the time? But he was grateful she had. It was adorable. Leaning forward, he inhaled her natural scent. The unique smell of her arousal was like a fucking drug. He had to wrap a fist around his cock just to give the poor thing some kind of relief.
Using the flat of his tongue, he licked from clit to taint then flicked that wicked tongue from side to side all the way back up, concentrating on her clit. After tormenting the deep-pink nubbin of nerves, he closed his lips around it, sucking ever so softly. Michelene tried to jerk against him, but he held her in place with one hand. She was a curvy woman, so fucking soft and perfect for a long, hard ride. Yet he had no problem keeping her right where he wanted her. Azriel wasn’t about to be denied the meal he’d missed out on earlier. This was the one he’d wanted all along anyway. He wanted her screams, her broken sobs of pleasure so intense they couldn’t be put into words. Damn it, he wanted more than that. He wanted her to forget everything and everyone that came before him. He needed her to fall completely apart so he could pick up the pieces and put her back together again.
Working his fingers back inside her compact channel was easier this time, thank God. Gradually increasing the suction on her clit, he moved slowly but forcefully, spreading his fingers inside her as much as he could. He was going to need room in there. Every a few seconds, he would switch directions and stroke her g-spot just enough to make her yank on his hair, but not enough to let her come. He didn’t let her find release until his hand was coated with her sweet honey. Then he sucked hard, pistoning his fingers inside relentlessly.
Fuck, watching her come was a gorgoeous sight. Hell the woman was nothing less than beauty personified. He wanted to keep watching her come, but he needed to be inside her in the worst fucking way.
“Get up and turn around.” Only once again, he couldn’t wait for her to do it. So he lifted her off the counter, set her on her feet then turned her around. It took less than a second, and it was still too long.
He’d wanted to take her for the first time on his bed. Actually, he had thought about tying her to his bed, but he was all out of patience. Nothing in the universe mattered more than getting inside her right fucking now.
“Keep your eyes open,” he ordered, staring her down in the mirror as he sawed the head of his cock into the slick opening of her pussy. “Don’t close them. Don’t look away from me.”
To reinforce his command, he grabbed hold to the back of her neck, cursing himself for not thinking to take her hair out of that damn bun.
Later. Later he would explore her more thoroughly. Right now—fuck, he just needed to be inside her. Needed it more than he needed his trigger finger.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, he was in trouble.
Oh God, she so hadn’t been ready. Even though he was so careful, working that impossibly thick cock inside her gradually, when she felt all of him, every inch buried deep inside her, she panicked. It was too much! She was just too full. But sweet holy fuck, that burning pain felt glorious.
“Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes.” Azriel was practically snarling, his breathing not much more than heavy pants.
Michelene’s eyes snapped open on command only to be snared by the piercing glare of silver orbs watching her in the mirror. Every inch the predator now, he looked as if he were about to devour her. He looked
…
dangerous. Vicious. So damn sexy it hurt. Her stomach did little flips at the way he was looking at her. There was the same ravenous hunger she felt reflected clearly n his heated gaze. Raw, unabashed lust just for her. But there was nothing wrong or off about this kind of lust. It was pure; it was right. The burn in his eyes just intensified the burn in her cunt, setting off a much deeper yearning, one she was unfamiliar with and didn’t quite understand. It caused her pussy to flood even more, the wetness somehow seeping past the dick that gave her no room for anything but him, coating her thighs. She’d be embarrassed if she’d been able to focus on anything other than the man who kept her gaze locked in his.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Sweet baby Jesus, why did he have to say it like that? Like a prayer or something. And she could say nothing in return. Not when he was starting to move. Slow, measured strokes that brought his cock all the way out to the very tip before slamming back inside her grasping channel. Harder, faster. There was no looking away, not enough air to scream; the most she could do was lean forward, bracing herself on her forearms. There was nothing left to do but feel him. Every inch, every vein, every throb of his cock she felt against the ultrasensitive walls of her channel.
Something momentous was building inside her. She felt it starting at her very core. Starting like the soft fluttering of butterfly wings, it built and built in intensity. With every powerful thrust the feeling got stronger. This wasn’t the gentle, rolling orgasm she was used to. This was violent, a turbulent force of fucking nature, and there was nothing she could do to stop it if she wanted to. And she didn’t want to.
“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby?” Jesus, the man even sounded like obscene sex personified. “I can feel you spasming all around me.” Without breaking contact, he leaned over her back and bit the area where her shoulder and neck met. “You’re squeezing me. Making me want to flood that sweet little pussy with my cum.”
Oh God, oh God—that should
not
sound so hot. It was base. It was magnificent. Heaven help her, there was nothing she could do to hold back the tidal wave that crashed over her. There was no soft beginning that built gradually. Her orgasm slammed into her every bit as much as his hips did, robbing her of air, sight, or coherent thought. What was this? People just didn’t have sex like this, did they? And him, damn his devilish soul, hadn’t missed a motherfucking stroke.
“Ummm, that’s it, baby,” he moaned into her ear. “Come for me again, and I’ll come for you.”
Again? But that couldn’t be—
“Oh, fuck, Azriel!” Her knees locked, her body freezing for a few moments before beginning to shake.
Where the hell had that come from? Damn it, she couldn’t stop the convulsions coming from deep inside her womb, radiating outward. One iron-strong arm banded around her, anchoring her to earth when she would’ve fallen flat on her face.
“That was beautiful, sweetheart,” he purred. Damned if she didn’t preen just a little. “Feel me, feel what you’re making me do.”
God, yes! The throbbing in his cock drove her wild as he shot load after load of hot sperm inside her. The feeling alone set off yet another chain of explosions in her pussy, and the finger pressed against her clit didn’t do a damn thing to help her calm down.
“I can’t,” she gasped, afraid she wouldn’t be able to take much more.
“You can, and you will,” came the immediate definitive response.
Then he took the finger on her clit and started rubbing in little circles, using her own juices as lubricant. Fast. Relentless. Why the hell was he still hard? “Come again. Now.”
Obeying his command, Michelene flew apart. Again. Then passed out.