Pure Desire [Pure 3] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Barbour, Carolina

  Should she leave or stay? Allura fretted over the decision keeping an eye on Noor who had entered her life like a sudden torrential downpour on a sunny day. He was an unexpected occurrence, a phenomenon, an all consuming force she feared to get caught up in for fright of the outcome. She knew she should run and duck for cover as fast as she could. Noor hadn’t made any promises except to keep her safe. She wanted more. She needed more. The problem, was he willing to offer anything but what he agreed to? Did she dare ask him knowing what his answer would be?

  Noor moved, and her thoughts focused in his direction and set off another round of morass confusion to invade her mind. God, she loved him. Her feelings weren’t the juvenile whim she experienced with Dunst, which hadn’t lasted past the second she realized his true colors. She had been so dumb, immature, and unknowing, then. Surely, she had matured with the Dunst’s incident. Aided by her father and Channing’s strong persuasion, of course, but still she managed to snap out of the trance the man induced in her and vowed never to go there again.

  As soon as Dunst informed her by letter—coward—that he didn’t love her anymore, she had shed a few tears for her stupidity and nothing else. There was no sorrow for his absence and as easily as the wind shifted, she dismissed him as outdated with no regret but relief.

  A riveting fear shot through Allura. If she had to live without Noor, there was no reason to live. No matter if he gave a small part of himself, she’d tuck it away, covet it, and survive on it for an eternity.

  She stared at Noor fixedly, speaking with conviction in her tone that belied the fear she felt for what she was about to do. “I will go to Magnus and have a child, but I want my baby conceived naturally. I will not allow artificial transference or any of the other nonsense you referenced. You will give me a baby, Noor, or forget it. I’m going home.”

  “I’m not sure you’re in a position to make demands.”

  “You think I care? I mean it. If you deny me I will find a way to leave this place for good even if it kills me.”

  He was in her face in two seconds flat. She felt something oozing from his pores, heated, untamed. She wasn’t sure if was the innate male need to dominant every decision, anger that she tried to tie his hands, or fear? With Noor, she could never be sure. God, she wanted it to be love that drove his abrupt action to her threat, but she wouldn’t bet on it.

  “I’m serious,” she said, watching him perceptively.

  He moved closer, leaned forward, and caught her chin between his fingers. Something in his eyes illuminated with sensual heat, making them blaze with sexual intensity that caused a craving to gnaw voraciously deep between her thighs.

  “I’m more than willing to accommodate you, sweetie, with pleasure,” he murmured.

  He hadn’t offered love or any semblance of affection but raw pleasure and like a mindless sap she lapped at it greedily, intending to sustain herself on whatever morsel Noor tossed her.

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Having experienced the wonder of Noor firsthand, Allura felt so anxious and breathless waiting on him to touch her. Her Noor. The light of her world. She wanted him desperately and yearned for this moment more than anything else she could think of. Remembering his touch, kisses, the feel of his mouth on her breasts, and his erection inside her, she was eager to surrender to whatever he wanted. Knowing their action might give her his child intensified the untamed hunger lapping between her legs.

  Patience had never been one of her virtues, so it disappointed her when Noor didn’t seem as urgent to make love as she wanted him to be. In their first experience together, Noor had practiced the patience of a priest. She shouldn’t have been surprised that instead of ripping clothes off, he set to leisurely undressing her, starting with her shoes, working up to her pants, and finally, blessedly, removing every piece of her clothing until she was bare and quivering.

  Then he worked on his own clothing, and with the same meticulous attention, he removed his attire. She wished he was a little swifter, but then, watching him remove clothing added a measure of stimulus to her already overwrought nerve endings. She tingled all over. In the soft glow of light that filtered through the open shades, he looked like brown sugar and twice as sweet. Every inch of him was fashioned for pleasure, and Allura selfishly believed god had designed Noor exclusively for her.

  Determined to get her hands on him, she slipped her hand around his erection, fondled his sacs, and kneaded the fuzzy balls between her fingers. He arch into her touch making her increase the pressure and strokes until he drove his cock between her fingers urgently.

  She watched fascinated as liquid seeped free, tiny spurts escaped, and seeing it made her mouth water to taste him. She leaned forward to put him in her mouth. He wouldn’t allow it.

  “No, that’s not what I want,” he said.

  “It’s what I want. You taste so juicy and sweet.” She masturbated him with leisurely movements, while examining the hard expanse and enjoying the satiny yet firm flesh blossom and thicken under her administrations.

  Noor’s eyes were hooded, smoldering, and held primal promises. “You should be careful what you ask for?”

  “I’ve never been so sure in my life,” she said without hesitation.

  “Okay, sweetie, for a little bit…just to please you.”

  He guided his cock between her lips, which she sucked at hungrily. She tongued the shaft, licked around the heavy crown, sucking him deeply that increased the wild pumping of pleasure to hum through her veins like a drug. He moaned a low and primitive sound, washed over her and left her creaming harder. When she felt a squirt explode inside her mouth, she shuddered as her bloodstream heated to boiling and made her desperate to have him inside her. Every nerve ending in her pussy screamed for attention, leaving her quaking, aching in the bottom of her belly for release.

  Allura groaned lapping at him, suckling, bent on devouring him whole as ecstasy ran amuck between her thighs threatening to shatter her control. She was divided with a need to continue sucking his cock and wanting to feel the hardness push into her pussy and calm the hunger that burned through every part of her body.

  Noor escalated her need by rubbing his hands over her breasts, massaging her nipples, catching and releasing the swelled buds between his fingers. She moaned pleased, feeling like a wanton mound of pleasure, as he worked deliciously over her breasts. She creamed hard leaving a trail of juices running down between her thighs when he tugged and pinched her nipples seizing her between pleasure and pain as something hot streaked inside her.

  She let his cock pop out of her mouth. She was ready. So, ready to have Noor fulfill her most wild and licentious fantasy. Laying back, she opened her thighs and exposed her sex, in a willing surrender.

  “I thought you wanted to suck me?”

  “I want you inside me more.”

  “Ah, I see,” he grinned mildly, seemingly slightly amused.

  “Is there a reason for the smugness?”

  “Yes, you aren’t always going to get your way with me, Allura. Especially not now since I need you to keep sucking me.”

  “Why?”

  “An orgasm will hopefully tamper the urgency I’m feeling to put my cock inside your sweet cunt and fuck you until I can’t move anymore. My desire is to take you slow, easy, and prolong our mutual pleasure instead of fast and hard like some rutting bull like I feel,” he murmured.

  “I’m anxious for you.”

  “I feel the same way, but I promise you you will enjoy this.” He maneuvered their bodies until they lay facing each other in opposite position with her face between his thighs and his between hers. “Did Katherine explain the sixty-nine position?”

  “Not that I recall.”

  “Good, it will be my pleasure to introduce to you the wonders of mutual oral copulation.”

  Before she could respond, or think, or consider what he meant he palmed his cock and pressed it against her lips. He rubbed it there, moistening them with the sweet fluid, until she opened
her mouth and covered the head of his cock. This is what she craved. She drew him inside her, wrapped her fingers around the base, squeezed, and heard his sharp intake of breathe.

  Then she heard her own mewling as Noor’s tongue circled her clit, he flickered over the ripe bud, and feasted on her until she felt herself dampen embarrassingly. He curled his tongue, delved parting her lips, sending his tongue in and out in quick whips that she lost concentration on him, as he gave her focusing grabbing delight.

  Her thighs tightened as he drew her clit into his mouth and suckled while he coated his fingers in her lubricant before his tongue briefly left her to lick over her forbidden region. He tasted her there, causing her to inhale and exhale heavily when he pushed his finger forward and she felt the intrusion in her rear. Then his mouth returned, more intense, more diabolical, sending her into a paroxysm of quivers that escalated to unbearable pleasure-pain when one finger became two and he now was stretching inside her, parting the delicate flesh sending an endless amount of pleasure to begin exploding through her.

  She was grounding into his mouth, as his fingers drove deeper. The ache increasing inside her built to excess. Noor was driving her wild and making her loopy, his tongue and fingers stealing all coherent thought. She was gone, useless, and nothing more than mush in his hands leaving her gasping, shaking.

  Allura felt at her wits end.

  “Noor,” she screamed. She clutched the muscular buttocks, digging in her nails. “Please…oh, God. Now.” She pleaded shamelessly for him to cease the sweet torment. And he did, obliging her, piercing his tongue inside her and tongue-fucking greedily, fingering her ass, and rubbing his thumb over her clitoris until she was bucking off the bed and shattering with her release.

  She gulped in air, swallowing huge amounts, until she felt his cock pushing through. She breathed through her nostrils, accepting the erection, wanting to drive him into delirium as he’d unselfishly did for her. He was heavy, thick, so close. She could tell. Oh, this is good, Allura remembered, opening her mouth to accept more dick. She circled her tongue around the throbbing bulbous head. Noor made funny noises and his hips twitched.

  That he was aroused furthered her arousal. She felt excited that she could make such strength tremble by the mere oscillation repeatedly over the tiny slit in his penis. He tasted flavorful and sweet. Greedily, Allura thirsted for more. She stretched her mouth and consumed the entirety of his cock as much as she could and sucked it into the back of her throat. The spurts of pre-cum splashed inside her mouth and renewed her arousal and need to be entered and fucked.

  “Damn, sweetie. Fuck,” he cursed beneath his breath.

  His fingers dug into her hair commandingly, but she didn’t mind. Not even when he palmed her head, thrust between her lips, and rocked uncontrollably did she feel any reluctance about what she did or what he wanted.

  Allura knew he couldn’t deny her. Slamming his cock forward, he pumped with maddening fever. Driving hard and deep, his legs locked, and he gave a guttural groan from deep within his chest when he erupted sending a rush of semen filling her mouth that she swallowed until she’d sucked him dry.

  * * * *

  When he could feel his legs, he moved and encircled her waist hefting her up on his lap. He wiped a remnant of seed from her cheek and kissed her mouth softly. “I lost control again. That was too much. Did I hurt you?”

  Allura smacked her lips. “Are you going to apologize every time you put your cock into my mouth? It’s a little unsettling, you know. I love the taste of you,” she said smiling at him.

  Noor threw back his head and laughed a deep rumbling sound that was comforting. He cupped her face and kissed her hard before releasing her. “Never again, sweetie…you are a delight.” He melded their lips together again, washing his tongue over hers, devouring her tenderly before he reluctantly stopped kissing her.

  He felt himself still aroused, thick and hard, as if he hadn’t just released. Her warm bottom pressed against his cock, feeling her wetness on his thighs, made him want for her like he never craved anything before. “I want to give you a baby, Allura.”

  “It’s what I want too, Noor.”

  He breathed heavily adjusting her on his lap, stretching his long legs out horizontally beneath her, fitting his cock at her entrance and stopped. He wasn’t sure why. He just did. Maybe, he knew, because he didn’t want to let her misunderstand what their being together meant. Inside, he had this insane desire to protect her even from himself, which might be her greatest foe in the end. And knowing this, he refused to let her feel betrayed afterwards. “Are you sure this is what you want? No promises or commitment, Allura, can you handle that?”

  She touched his face, brushing her fingertips over his cheeks, outlining his jaw. She stared up at him in wonderment, as if his presence dazzled her, and could right all the wrongs in her life. Her eyes never left his. “I want you.”

  Noor considered taking her like this, her straddling his thighs, but he reconsidered knowing it would be uncomfortable for a first time. He held her waist, balanced her, pressing her backwards until she fell against the bed and came up and over her on his knees. He captured her hands and drew them up over her head holding them in one hand. With his other hand he lifted her buttocks to rest on his thighs, parted her thighs, and guided his erection forward until the tip eased and opened the slick folds. He thrust easy-like, pushing inside until she trembled.

  He didn’t want to hurt her, not even to end his suffering by burying his cock inside the sweet confines of the most luscious pussy he’d ever had. Just the memory, thought left him feeling primitive remembering how sweet, so hot and tight she was. The need to take her virginity, so raw, it frightened even him. What if he couldn’t control the beastly hunger raging inside him?

  Allura framed his face, stroking her fingers over the light stubble that scratched her fingertips. She searched his face that must have been etched with concern. “What’s the matter?”

  In the fading light, Noor’s irises glowed and locked on hers. “It’s going to hurt, sweetie. Forgive me?”

  He saw her acceptance on the tip of tongue, ready to say she would forgive him anything when he pushed his hips forward and took her innocence in one swift thrust.

  “God that hurt,” Allura gasped.

  “Baby, I’m sorry. It was best to take you quickly.” He smothered her face with kisses, trailed moist nips over her belly, and eased back partially withdrawing before taking her again. He simmered his lust, starting a gentle swaying of his hips, dipping forward, sliding back, and then forth insider her to replace the stinging with rapture. Finally, the tension eased from her body, she relaxed, and he could feel her flowering open, grow wetter. The temptation to great, unable to help himself, he increased the depths of his thrust rocking rhythmically, gripping her knees he drove forward in reckless abandon. He tried to be careful, gentle. Apparently, Allura didn’t want gentle, she rose up to meet his plunges demandingly, as domineering as her persona she asked for more. The little hellcat wanted it all, and he was eager to give it to her.

  Her actions were that of an amateur, rotating her hips, wiggling uncontrollably over his cock until she settled into the pace he orchestrated. He lifted her up, she clung to him and buried her nose in his shoulder, riding through the storm of the constant pounding he gave her with relish. Every inch of her enveloped his cock, he could feel every nuance of flesh and heat mold securely around his cock.

  “Is there such a thing as dying from pleasure?” she moaned, locking her hips against his waist.

  “At this moment, definitely yes, but let’s validate it. Shall we?” he responded hoarsely. She milked him, suckling, and drawing everything he had to offer and more inside her. The incredible sensation streaked through his body and made his toes curl. “Fuck you’re hot. I want your legs wide so I can watch my cock take you.” He held her legs apart seeing the glistening mons, pink and innocent, and layered with his fluid and her pearly juices saturated the dark curly hairs. No
or sucked in his breathe at the sight. He stared entranced seeing the labia stretch and frame around his dick. He slowed his movements…steadily pushing inside, staring as the entire hard length submerge in and cause feminine essence to spill…before dragging out again. The vision was enough to make him come on the spot. Struggling through the need to capitulate, he released her legs only for Allura to let them fall against the bed. Noor grunted. In this position, she was vulnerably exposed and the thought of it sent a maddeningly rush of something animalistic beating through his body. Something so raw, untamed, and uncontrollable he growled.

  He found and invaded her ass with two fingers, tantalizing the muscled entrance, forcing his fingers up and inside to add to her pleasure. Allura went wild fanning her head back and forth over the sheet. She moaned, fighting to breathe…going crazy.

  “That’s it, sweetie, let go and come for me. Give it to me.” She shook her head, flexing involuntarily with jerky movements. “Come on, Allura…who owns this pussy?” He surged deeper, burying both appendages to the depth. He took her mouth in a savage kiss, undomesticated, demanding as the beat of his cock.

  When he released her, she preened in pleasure, screaming. “Oh, God, I’m yours Noor!”

  Allura lurched up with a cry. A strangled low moue as she began quivering. Her eyes flashed bright in rapturous wonderment. The look of total submission, pleased something dominant in Noor to have her acquiescent…knowing her unbound pleasure was singularly his doing.