Mating Fever by Susan Hayes
Leta
Leta threw back her head and moaned in delight as Car dropped his mouth to her breast and started to suck on one nipple while teasing the other with his fingers. Every touch was making her pussy wetter, and when he scraped his teeth across her tender flesh, she felt a zing of pleasure that went straight to her clit. She gripped his hair tighter, and he growled in response. Back and forth they went, challenging each other every second even while they pushed themselves ever closer to the jagged edge of their control.
She reached between them to yank open the fastening of his pants, sliding a hand beneath the leather until she found the hard shaft of his cock. He was so thick her fingers barely spanned his girth, and as she measured his length an inch at a time, she realized his dick was as big as the rest of him…and damn, he was huge. What little of him she had managed to see unclothed was impressive. Powerful shoulders, a broad expanse of chest covered by dark gold hairs, and a perfectly sculpted set of abs she wanted to trace with her tongue.
He groaned and thrust his cock into her hand, fucking her fingers as he continued to play with her breasts until she was on the verge of coming from the stimulation alone. His mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon because every kiss and nibble was killing what was left of her control.
He released her breast from his mouth and dropped to his knees, then looked up at her with an arrogant grin.
“You might want to hang on tight, sweet cheeks. This ride is about to get rough.”
She pulled his hair and winked at him. “You talk too much.”
A primal growl rumbled up from his chest, and the next thing she knew, he had manifested claws, using them to slash through her pants. He tossed the shredded remains aside and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her knee. His tongue swirled over her skin for a second, then he lifted her leg, still clad in her boot, and draped it over his shoulder. The moment her thighs parted, his gaze locked on her slick cunt. His hands cupped her ass cheeks, holding her still as he leaned in and buried his head between her thighs.
He zoned in on her clit, sucking and licking the delicate bundle of nerves until she was trembling with need. He kneaded her ass in time to the swipes of his tongue, keeping her right where he wanted her as he devoured her a lick at a time. True to his word, he wasn’t gentle. He nipped and sucked at her delicate flesh until every touch came with a faint bite of pain that only heightened her pleasure. As her orgasm loomed, she found herself whispering his name over and over until it turned into a breathless chant. Her words seemed to inflame him, and when he drove two thick fingers into her channel, her body exploded into shards of pure bliss.
Car was nearly out of his mind with the need to fuck. Being this close, her scent washed over him, filling his lungs and drugging his senses. He surged to his feet, lifting her with him. She clung to him like a limpet, her arms twining around his neck and her legs wrapping around his hips as she nuzzled a kiss against the side of his neck.
“I hope you’re going to fuck me now,” she whispered, a lilt of laughter in her voice.
“Damn right,” was all he said and all the warning he gave her. He shoved his pants aside, freeing his cock from its leather prison. He centered himself at her entrance and took her in one hard thrust. She moaned and bit him, her low, needy sounds vibrating against his neck. Slick heat surrounded him and her inner walls pulsed around his cock, milking his length even before he started moving.
