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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] went. His lips skirted her right breast, circling it as if avoiding her puckered nipple. Then he wasn t touching her at all. Seconds ticked by. From the feel of his body heat washing over her, only a few inches separated them. He hesitated. For permission? A reason to continue? Surely not a reason to quit. He made her wait so long she tensed when his hand touched her. He ran hard fingers across her forehead, following her hairline. His caress glided over the blindfold. Was he going to remove it? Leave it on, she said, not ready to end the experience. I have no intentions of removing it. He cupped her jaw and stroked her cheek. She waited for what came next, not knowing what to expect, eager anyway. He lifted her chin, tilting her face up. His lips pressed lightly, 50 Brenda Williamson passing gently over hers. Impulse made her reach to pull him to her, but her wrists remained securely bound to the cabinets. He made another pass, a longer connection to her mouth. She angled her head, twisting her mouth to his. His hands raked up and down her outstretched arms. She grasped at his fingers in her palm, but missed holding onto them. The weight of his body seemed heavier as he rested and rocked against her. A hard tremor from him rattled her mentally and physically. His kissing grew rougher, and he breathed harder, in light gasps. The stubble of whiskers on his face, coarser than before, prickled her lips making them sore. His one hand spread over the small of her back, holding her lower half against his gyrating groin while his other hand swept circles between her shoulder blades and up to the back of her neck. He abandoned her mouth and pressed his head alongside hers. You make me want to be an animal, he said, his tone harsh, accusing. His intensity shocked her. He sounded serious. How was it her fault? The hand at her lower back slid to her bottom. The other joined the first and he squeezed her ass, pulling her forward as he rubbed against her. His deep moan of surrender reverberated in her head. Whether he blamed her for his overpowering lust or not, she wasn t going to stop him. No one had ever made her more nervous and excited to have sex. She couldn t back down from wanting this. If he had regrets, then he d have to be the one to turn her loose and walk away. Angling her head for his harsh kisses traveling under her jaw, she listened to the zip of his pants and the snap of his waistband. He wasn t going to stop. Good. He had large hands, and she d found in the past that it was a myth to think that a man s hands hinted at the size of his cock. Then his erection sprang forward, slapping her belly and snaking 51 A Wicked Wolf upward, the crown lodging against her breasts. Oh, my God. She drew in a deep breath. It unnerved her to think of his enormous cock rasping her. She imagined him thrusting it inside her. How wide would her vaginal canal stretch? How deep could her body take him? What points of pleasure had no one reached before? She wanted to know and yet feared he d rip her apart. Untie me. She pulled on one wrist, and the cabinet door popped open. Please? Not yet. His teeth scraped her neck, stinging her with a sharp pressure. He sucked hard on her pulse for a long time. There would be a mark, a large, dark purple one staining her skin. Back home, she would have to explain it to her siblings, her co-workers. There would be crude remarks and jokes. She never used to let a man give her the telltale sign of her promiscuity. This time her objections fell by the wayside. J.R. kept her thoughts on all the places his hands moved, kneading, squeezing and caressing her body. Being a prisoner to his whims put her at a disadvantage. Untie me, please, she begged, aching to touch him with the same fervor. Weakened by a sudden euphoric lightheadedness, she hadn t realized she was making any sounds until her whimpers grew faint. J.R. continued his foreplay, arousing her with his assertive nature. His spiked teeth slid over her collarbone, down her chest, and latched onto one of her breasts. An unusual growl rumbled from him. His restraint on her body tightened, squeezing her so hard she didn t think she could take another breath. She gasped fervently, afraid that if she told him to stop, he would. He relaxed his hold a little and then totally. He grabbed her under the knee and lifted her leg. Her foot came 52 Brenda Williamson loose from the sweatpants that had sunk to her ankles. She stopped her feeble attempts to get free from the cabinet. The useless moves were of no help. She was at his mercy. Tonguing her swollen nipple, he stirred moans and then loud cries of pleasure, and a chorus of ecstatic howls echoed outside. J.R. moved a hand to her abdomen, rubbing and smoothing the area. The tender swirls sedated her. His fingers veered from her belly button. Downward he stroked between the lips of her sex. He rubbed back and forth, pushing into her clenching vagina, forcing her to lift on her toes with each withdrawal. Then he extracted his fingers totally. He brushed the crown of his cock along her wet slit. She could have died waiting for his penetration. Please, put it in me. She threw herself at him, letting the cabinet doors spring open. He stepped back out of her reach, as if to deny her. No, don t stop. She twisted her head, trying to free the blindfold. She stopped at the sound of a menacing growl, a bestial resonance of something inhuman. Were they no longer alone? Untie me, she demanded, frightened by the sounds of heavy panting. Then came a blast of heat, and she felt the burning stir of air against her slit. Was there a dog in the house? Did J.R. have sexual perversities involving animals? What are you going to do to me? she asked. 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