by Jenika Snow
“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this, Damien.” She licked her lips and then swallowed. She’d never been so bold in her emotions, in speaking what she wanted. But with Damien she felt like she could be anyway she wanted around him. “I want you. We can worry about the repercussions later, Damien. We can worry about everything after it is all said and done.” Danika didn’t know what would happen between them after this, and she didn’t know exactly what to tell her father either. Damien didn’t want this as a one-time thing, that was clear, but did she want more with him?
He ran his hands up, over the sides of her breasts, and across her abdomen. She had never liked her body, never liked the thickness of her thighs, the slight roll to her belly, or the fact she couldn’t seem to get lower than a size sixteen.
“God, I love that you’re so fucking curvy, love that you have lushness that makes you a woman, and not a skinny little thing.” He growled. “It gives me something to hold on to while I have my dick in your virgin pussy.” His voice was nothing but a distorted sound now, and when she looked over her shoulder again she saw that he wasn’t fully human right now. His pupils were completely dilated, and the blackness took over the amber colored irises. She also noticed his canines were elongated, slightly brushing along his bottom lip.
“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.
She lifted her hips to take more of him, as if this wanton sensation claimed her, took control and she was now the one being the little seductress. The movement caused him to slide further into her, her wetness and his hardness making it easy and smooth. He swore under his breath.
“God, baby.” He groaned once before he reared back and gripped her hips tight. With one swift move he buried himself to the hilt inside of her again, so forcefully that she moved up an inch on the bed. The feeling of his balls slapping against her ass didn’t distract her from the fact he was growling like an animal, saying lewd and coarse things, and demanding that she admit she was his.
“Say you’re mine, Danika. Tell me that there is no one else that will have you, touch you, even fucking think about being with you.” His voice was distorted and low, very animal-like in quality. He pushed and pulled in and out of her body, faster and harder with each passing second.
She wasn’t thinking clearly, didn’t even want to think about anything else than obeying what he said. “I’m yours. No one will ever have me but you.” Those words were deep, cemented, and so focused on what they were doing that she had no doubt that, to him, what she said was the absolute truth.
Danika wrapped her arms around him, leaned up, and pressed her lips to his. She should have worried about the fact they weren’t using a condom, about how there was the risk of disease and pregnancy, but as if he read her mind he pulled back and breathed out heavily.
“This is good, baby, so fucking good. No worries on going raw, Danika.” He stared into her eyes. “I’m clean, and you’re not fertile right now.” The way he said that and then inhaled deeply sent this flash of electricity through her. “But when the time is right I’m going to fill you with my cum. I’m going to fucking fill you up so much it slides out of you and soaks the mattress.” He slammed into her harder, and she felt her orgasm start to rise. “I’m going to put my baby inside of you, make you big and round with my child…and fuck you’ll wear it so well.” He was going
so fast now, pumping in and out of her so that he was sweaty, and the droplets covered her flesh. “But that is for the future. Right now I am taking this cherry as mine.”
And as if his words had her exploding in blinding light, she arched her back and cried out another orgasm. But before he came Damien pulled his cock from her and flipped her onto her belly. He placed a pillow under her hips and lifted her ass. She felt his warm, humid breath on her lower back, felt his claws on her flesh without penetrating her skin.
He pulled her legs apart, smoothed his hands down her outer thighs, and leaned over her to whisper in her ear. “I’m not hurting you, am I, baby?”
She shook her head and knew that if she admitted there was a little bit of pain he’d stop this. She didn’t know how she realized that, but she knew that with every part of her. As if that was all he needed to hear, he lifted off her back, placed the tip of his dick at her entrance and in one swift move slid back into her. Damien pounded into her like a madman, holding her hips so tight she knew there would be bruises in the morning.
But for some reason she liked that, needed to see his brand on her flesh to know this really happened. The sound of wet sex, of her pussy sucking at his cock, drove her to the brink of madness, and she came hard again. God, she had just gotten off repeatedly, and all because she was lost for this man.
Wet flesh slapped together and filled her ears. When she heard him groan out, deep and long, she knew he was about to orgasm. He covered her back with his chest, pushed her hair off her neck, and licked and gently bit at the skin where her throat and shoulder met.
“I have to mark you, have to put my physical claim on you and show everyone that you’re mine.” His words were heated and moist on her skin.
“I…” She licked her lips. “I just want to be with you.” Had she had really said that, let the words past her lips and meant them?
He growled low, gripped her hips until his claws dug into her flesh, and then pierced her flesh. The sting of pain was intense, and the warm feel of her blood spilling down her shoulder pierced her arousal for a moment. But the heady rush of pleasure that came after that stole her sanity, and had her body shaking.
