Elizabeth's Wolf

Chapter Twenty-Six

Elizabeth was so aware of every sensitized nerve ending in her pussy that it was nearly torture as Dash withdrew his tongue and came quickly back to his knees.

“God, I should move you to the bed,” he whispered as he stared down at her. “But you’re so damned hot, splayed out in that chair, ready for me, that I want to see you just like this as I fuck you past sanity.”

Elizabeth was breathing hard, her gaze flickering to his straining erection, the purpled head violently aroused and gleaming with his pre-come. He lifted her knees, holding her as he spread her further.

“Elizabeth,” he groaned. “Touch your breasts.”

“What?” She shook her head.

“Play with your nipples,” he told her roughly. “I want to watch you, see you pleasure yourself as I fuck you. Let me see you play with your pretty breasts. Please.”

She was shocked. Even more so than she had been when he needed her to taste herself. She could feel the flush moving up her neck, her face, as she watched him. There was no denying him. No protesting his needs or her own need to please him.

Elizabeth cupped the full mounds, her thumbs and forefingers gripping her nipples, pulling at them slowly.

“Sweet God!” he groaned, his hips jerking, raking the tip of his cock against the swollen folds of her pussy. “Yeah. Just like that. Let me see you do that as I fuck you, Elizabeth. Let me watch.”

She watched him, too. Her gaze lowered, her eyes widening at the sight of his bulging cock nestling inside the bare, pink folds of her flesh. She felt the soft spurt of his pre-come then, the lubrication that would relax her tense tissue and make her pussy burn that much brighter. She groaned at the warmth of it flowing into her, mixing with her own wetness and making her slicker, hotter.

Dash flinched, as though the sensation were too pleasurable to endure. His eyes flickered to her face, then back to her hands at her breasts.

“Yeah, pull at them,” he groaned as his cock pulsed again and she pinched her own nipples erotically. “They’re so pretty and red. Such hard little berries, Elizabeth. Do you have any idea how good they taste to me?”

She moaned. His words alone had her on the edge of orgasm. She could feel her muscles relaxing around the hard, silk-covered steel wedge working inside her pussy, stretching her, throbbing with hot demand as he pressed into her. The intermittent spurts of his fluid were so sexually arousing she was gasping, the fire igniting in her cunt driving her to the edge of madness.

“Are you ready for me yet, baby?” He eased the tense flesh from her cunt as she cried out in protest before easing back into her hungry vagina, spreading her tightly, heating her lusciously. “Are you ready to take me?”

“Yes. Yes. Dash, please. Fuck me.” Elizabeth could feel her juices flowing from her cunt, coating his flesh as he began to sink farther inside her.

A strangled moan echoed from her as she watched the plump lower lips spread around the hard flesh impaling her. It was erotic, lascivious, watching him enter her, working his cock back and forth, the flesh dripping from her flow of juice as he spread her deliciously. Another, harder pulse of pre-come had her arching, groaning in need.

Inch by slow inch he invaded the tight channel, working his engorged cock back and forth, hard growls of hunger issuing from his throat as his cock continued to sporadically pulse its hot warmth into her pussy.

Never in her life had she known anything so explicit, so erotic. She had never dreamed of being taken in such a manner. Of being possessed, impaled, as she watched the penetration into her hot pussy. It was killing her. Making her mad with the pleasure. She was certain she would never survive it, but knew she would surely die happy.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he whispered as she convulsed, on the edge of orgasm, shuddering with the growing heat coiling in her belly. “Watching me take you. Watching your pussy flatten out around my cock.”

No. She loved it. She was shaking with the pleasure, shuddering with her need to orgasm.

“Yes,” she panted, never taking her eyes from the sight.

He was flattening the curves, drawing her flesh tight around him, making her clit stand out in swollen demand.

“Touch your clit.” His voice was hoarse, rough with hunger. “Play with your nipples with one hand and touch your clit with the other. Hurry, baby. Play with it while I push every hard inch of my cock up your tight pussy.”

Elizabeth whimpered. One hand fell to her straining clit, her eyes never leaving the sight of roughly a third of his cock gleaming outside her vagina.

“Beautiful.” He was straining to hold back. She could feel it in every hard throb of his cock inside her. “Now keep stroking your pretty clit. There you go, baby. Show me how you like it. Let me watch.”

Her fingers were rubbing around the pulsing nubbin, her gaze mesmerized as he watched his cock draw back slightly. Then he was pushing back, spearing into her, filling the clenching depths of her pussy with every hard, blistering inch of his engorged cock.

She was filled with him. She could feel her muscles straining around the thick flesh, at first protesting, then greedily milking at his erection. Inside, she felt another fierce blast of fluid and fought for the strength to scream at the pleasure. Her fingers paused on her clit until he groaned in protest, then began to stroke it faster, sliding in the thick moisture that dripped all along her pussy.

“Elizabeth. Baby. Yes. Hell, you’re so fucking tight you’re killing me.” Perspiration gleamed along his body, small rivulets sliding from his shoulders.

The pressure was building in her clit now. The stimulation of that little bunch of nerves, her fingers at her nipple, Dash’s hot gaze and his cock nudging at her cervix almost sent her over the edge. She would have exploded then. Could feel her body igniting, beginning to ripple. But he chose that moment to move, to slide back, to tempt her and tease her as he built the sensations inside her body.

Slow, agonizing strokes had her mewling in protest as he seemed to relish each stroke of her pussy over his cock.

“Dash. Please,” she moaned desperately.

“Not yet.” He grimaced. “I want to watch you, baby. Watch you stretch so tight around me while you pleasure yourself. I want to make you come so hard you’ll never forget the feel of my cock inside you. Never forget how hot the hunger gets.”

She would die. She knew she would. His erection was hot, throbbing. She could feel the threat of the knot pulsing in the center of his flesh, the deep, flexing ripple of need that echoed along her body.

“Now,” she whispered, her fingers moving in firm, even strokes against her clit as she watched him fucking her.

He was drawing out, the engorged flesh dripping with their combined juices before pushing back in a surging thrust of desperate hunger. He was watching her fingers on her moist flesh. She was watching him fuck her. It was so damned explicitly sexual she knew she would never forget the sight of it.

“I’m going to come, Dash.” She was arching closer to him, driving him deeper inside her with each hard stroke he gave her. “I have to come. Please. Please, I need you. I need to feel you stretching me more. Locking inside me…” Her voice rose, roughened, as she remembered the feel of his seed blasting hard and deep inside her womb.

She worked her pussy on the thick pole penetrating it. Deep, desperate lunges as he groaned, growled and picked up the pace of his fierce thrusts. He was fast and hard now, the sound of sucking flesh and desperate moans filling the room as Elizabeth felt her orgasm tightening in her body. Her clit was straining beneath her fingers, her cunt tightening on the flesh driving inside it.

Elizabeth writhed against him in desperation. She thrust into the powerful strokes, her cries rising, becoming hard and hungry, ripping involuntarily from her throat as she felt the fragile threads of her control snap.

“Fuck me,” she screamed, feeling her clit swell further, harden, the lightning-fast arcs of pleasure and searing heat ripping through it as he lunged inside her. “Oh God, Dash. Now. Now…”

She lost her breath, lost her sanity. Her clit exploded as her pussy began to ripple, spasming around the hard, immediate swelling in his cock. She felt the thick head nudging against her cervix, the knot inside her aligning the hard flesh until the opened eye was lodged against the entrance to her womb and the hard jets of his semen began to pulse inside her.

Gurgled screams escaped her as she began to twist, to convulse, her hips jerking against him, driving him harder against her as another explosion tore through her body. She couldn’t stand it. She wouldn’t survive it.

“Dash…” She screamed his name, crying, pleading as the pleasure consumed her. “Oh God. Dash. I can’t stand it, I can’t…” She arched in his arms as her body tightened to a near breaking point, hearing his agonized groan, the flexing of his muscles, his hard hands gripping her hips to hold her to him as his release tore through him.

“Elizabeth. Baby. Baby.” His voice washed over her as his body collapsed against her, holding her still as he spilled every rich drop of semen into her convulsing womb.

She had heard of it. Had heard Dane once discussing the phenomenon of the cervix capping over the spurting head of a cock, opening enough to suck the fertile seed inside it but she hadn’t thought it possible. Hadn’t believed it could actually happen. Until she felt it. And not for the first time. Distantly, hazily, she knew it had happened each time Dash had taken her. Each time he had swelled inside her.

The hard, surging explosions repeated each time she felt the swelling throb, each time she felt his seed erupt from his cock. As though her mind had opened as deeply to him as her body had, she was aware of each contracting orgasm that shuddered through her body, and his moan of pleasure as it caused her pussy to milk the knot locking him inside her.

His body was tense, tight, as he covered her. His lips were at her shoulder as she realized he was once again biting her, his teeth sinking into the same area of flesh he had marked before, his mouth drawing at it as the dull pain of the bite blended in with the agonizing pleasure echoing through her.

It seemed to last forever, draining her, sapping any strength, any energy she could have possessed, just as it had before. All too soon, she felt his flesh begin to relax inside her, his teeth releasing her shoulder as he moaned with low, desperate satiation.

“I love you, Elizabeth,” he whispered in her ear, faint, almost too low to hear. “I love you.”