Cherry Crush (8 page)

“But at a later date,” he promised. “For now, I will not dwell on the more exotic pleasures of plundering your silken fondant, my kitten. For now I will be content to sup at the fount of your desire.”

With that, he slid back until his hard cock pressed against the sheet beneath them, his hands pushing out her inner thighs, ensuring that there was space for his shoulders, then lowered his head.

Laney was gasping now, breathing hard, her eyes open and dilated in her growing pleasure.

He started with his nose.

He pushed his face to her hot pussy, his nose gently nudging her clit.

She cried out, tensing her body, tightening her thighs around his head, but he merely chuckled. He had expected her reaction and grinned, imagining the strength of her thighs squeezing his waist while he took her hard; or better yet, the feel of them gripping his hips as she rode him.

“Yes,” he purred, making sure that his warm, moist breath bated her clit. “This huge proboscis is good for a lot of things.”

“Ohhhh, Chan!”

Her wails were music to his ears when he nudged her yet again, manipulating her clitoris, grunting himself at the feeling of her hands tugging, and yanking at his hair.

Then he could resist no longer. The smell of her so close to his mouth…. His mouth began to water, and he forced her legs up and out, suckling at the exposed rosy nubbin of her clitoris and the glistening flower of her opening.

Moaning, he lowered his mouth, sucking gently at her clit.

“Chan!”

Her body jerked and lurched underneath his hold, but hold her he did. It was his time to eat, and he intended to enjoy his feast.

His tongue came into play, licking rapidly at the tender bit of flesh, sucking in the slick fluid of her desire that flowed from her pussy in startling amounts. Clicking and shuddering, he pressed as close as he could, shaking his head from side to side, smearing his face with her essence even while he eagerly lapped at her clit from different angles.

“Oh, Chan,” she groaned. “God, yes! Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!”

Never one to disobey a favorable order, Chan pulled away from his appetizer and descended to his full meal.

“Gods, yes,” he grunted, laving his tongue along her labia, reviewing her juices before he sank it deep within her.

“Ohh, God,” she gasped, her voice growing high and fragile as her hands yanked at his hair, her whole body winding against the sheets, her hips arching towards his generous mouth.

Her taste was perfection.

She was an amazing blend of spice and musk, and he felt a tear well up in his eye as she grinded against his hips.

He tilted his nose at just the perfect angle to massage her clit and feast in earnest.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Laney chanted, her eyes closed, her head whipping back and forth on the pillows. The spicy sweet taste of her grew stronger. The silken muscles of her inner walls gripped at his tongue, and Chan knew he would find heaven when they rippled around his cock.

He could feel his own desire spinning out of control, his leaking pre-cum creating a wet spot on the sheets beneath him.

Her thighs locked around his head, forcing him where she needed him the most, and he eagerly obliged, nibbling and licking at her flesh as if she was the most succulent of fruits.

But even basking in the scent and flavor of his lover was soon not enough. He needed more.

Growling, he sat up, his eyes taking in her debauched state, her legs sprawled open, her pussy wet and throbbing, her hair sticking to her face in a sweaty tangle.

Yes, it was time to claim this wild, abandoned creature and make her his own.

“Are you ready, my one?” he asked, climbing up her body, dragging his painfully hot cock against her slick soft skin. His balls were tight in their sacs, and desire was making his whole body tremble.

He knew what he looked like, his hair wild about his shoulders and back, dragging against her body as he moved upwards, his eyes black and intent, the expression on his face barely human.

“Are you ready to become mine?”

His Kitten could not answer. She was so far lost in her hunger that all she could do was whimper painfully at him.

He knew that her body was going mad, that it was so hungry and hot that it was ready for almost anything.

And he was not one to make her suffer.

He reached down, wrapped his hands wound her waist, and pulled her close to his body.

Within seconds, he whirled, switching positions with her, laying himself flat on his back, the nest of heat and the hungry scent left behind. He posited her carefully on his stomach, baring his teeth and hissing when she screamed, her burning loins rubbing down his washboard abs and through the soft pubic hair that softly surrounded the root of his cock.

“Position me,” he growled, his hands cupping her ass and squeezing, pulling another tortured scream from her dry lips as she unconsciously began to grind against the muscled friction he provided. “Put me where you want me, Laney. Take your hand, grip my cock, and guide me home. Don’t you want that, little one?”

Chapter Three

Laney was now a writhing, shaking mass of lust and need. She lifted her head, her eyes all but rolling back in her head, circling her hips on the tantalizing textures of his body. She whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes as she sought to gain some control of her own body.

With his commanding dark voice, that host body beneath her, his face glittering with the essence that came from her own body, she was hard-pressed to know her own name, let alone maintain any great motor skills.

But the yawning emptiness in her groin drove her onward.

Here, her lover was offering her what she wanted, what she needed, and she knew that it was up to her to take what he was giving.

Gaining control of her quivering stomach muscles and arms, she pressed her palms against his chest, whimpering unashamedly at the hot feel of his skin and the pounding of his heart under her hands, and pushed herself upwards.

His hands were busy again, running along her back and teasing her ass, almost making her lose the balance and control she sought.

She managed to pull herself more or less up on her knees, tightening them around his small waist for stability.

Her own heart pounding, her breath tearing from her throat, she was able to place one hand behind her and grip that soft thick rod of flesh that was his cock.

He hissed when her fingers ran over the fully retracted foreskin and touched the sensitive head, noting that he was slick with his own natural lube.

“Yes, Kitten,” he urged her, his cock jumping as she wrapped her fist around him. “Yes, little one, take what you need from me.”

Shaking, she pulled him upright, moaning while she raised her ass high and positioned him at her opening, wigging when the heated, plum-shaped head of his cock kissed the swollen lips of her labia.

“Chan,” she gasped, knowing that it was time. Her need, her hunger, her lust for Chan had overridden any anxiety or fears. She wanted to feel his thick length deep inside her. She needed to feel him within her, as close as any human being could get.

“Easy, Kitten,” he soothed, his intense eyes showing that he was not trying to kill the edge of her passion, but to ensure that he did no harm to her. “Take me, Laney. Press down, my love.”

“I… I….”

“Fuck me!”

That deep voice hissing those crude words….

Laney’s head swam, and with slow-building wails pouring from her mouth, she pressed downwards.

“Ungh!”

The sound tore itself from Chan’s throat; his head snapped back, and his eyes slammed shut.

His Laney was slithering down his cock, encasing him in a silken wet heat that stole his breath and his ability to think.

His hands gripped her hips, pressed in against the soft give of her flesh beneath his hands, driving him mad with lust.

He wanted to slam his hips up, to take her hard, to pound her, to fuck her into submission.

But that is not what his Laney needed.

Right now, when all of this sex stuff was new, he needed to allow her to set the pace, to face her own fears, and to be the one in charge of these new discoveries.

He felt awed, unworthy, and so damn horny he couldn’t move.

His Laney-kitten was on him, sliding down slowly, grinding and gasping, tearing at his chest with her nails, tightening those thick, rounded thighs around his waist, destroying his reason.

It felt as if it took forever before the soft flesh of her ass rested against the tight skin of his sac.

He was buried in his Laney balls deep, as far as he could go.

He tried to force his eyes open; he had to check on his lover, but other than a short-lived, pained gasp, Laney smiled. But he had to be sure.

He peeled open his black eyes and saw a sight that he would cherish deep within his heart for all his days.

His Laney sat there on him, a wondrous expression on her face, her mouth parted, her breath tearing from her throat.

Then she looked him dead in the eyes…and…she… she smiled

“Laney,” he breathed, suddenly at a loss for words.

“Ouch,” she deadpanned, and her grin grew wider.

“Hurt?” He raised, his whole body trembling in an effort not to move. He knew that if he moved one inch, his control would snap and he would slam his hips upward.

“Only,” she panted, “only…for...a moment.”

“Not hurt?” he struggled to understand what she was saying, the instincts he fought to keep in check struggling to take over.
          
“Not...pain.”