Page 33 of The Wild Man

My eyes dart to hers when she sucks in a sharp breath. Seeing the look in her eyes that says she likes what I’m doing has the two balls below my thing getting tight.

I pull her fingers from my mouth and place my hand on her chest, pushing her back until she’s lying down. I grab her waist and lift her butt until only the top of her back is still on the ground. I attack her like a starved man. Like if I don’t have her in my mouth at that moment, I’ll die. Because that’s the way I feel. I need her taste. I swipe my tongue between her lips and lick away every single drop that’s leaking from her. I eat her, pushing my tongue in as far as it’ll go until I’ve lapped it all away. It’s not enough. I need more of her.

“Mine,” I snarl against her.

I drag my tongue up and press it against the spot she kept playing with. I suck it between my lips and scrape my teeth against it. I growl when her fingers slide through my hair, thinking she means to push my head away. Nothing could move me from where my mouth is right now.

But she doesn’t try to get away. Instead, she pulls me closer. Her nails dig into my scalp so hard that marks will be left behind. I want her to leave marks on me just as much as my need to leave mine on her. It’s a show of ownership. I’m her mate, just as she’s mine.

Low cries fill the air around us and her thighs squeeze tight against my head. More liquid seeps out of her, and I lick it away before it can slide to the ground below her, not wanting to waste even a drop.

When I slip my tongue back inside her, her walls clamp around it, attempting to suck me in.

“Oh God!” she cries while gouging my scalp with her nails.

I grab the back of her thighs and push her legs back until her knees are by her head. The noises coming from her and the way she yanks my head even closer, like she can’t get enough, has my thing pounding and more drops appearing on the tip.

When I feel her body slightly relax and I’ve licked away all of her liquid, I lift my head. Her eyes are open and she’s staring up at the trees. Her lips are parted and her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing.

I get back to my knees, situating myself between her legs. Her head tilts down and her eyes meet mine. The red on her cheeks has deepened and dots of sweat cover her face. She’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.

I grab my thing with one hand and move my other between her legs. I slip one finger between her lips and push it inside. Her walls are still spasming. I push in deep, until I can’t go in any further, then pull it out and push in a second finger. I slide my hand up and down my thing at the same time I pump my fingers inside her. After a few strokes, I add another finger. She’s tight around my fingers, but I push until I get the full length of them inside her.

Once she’s loose enough, I curl my fingers and add a fourth. My thing is large, and it fits inside her snugly, so I know she can take it.

Her arms lay beside her on the ground and she grips the dried leaves. She bites her bottom lip so hard, I wonder if she’ll draw blood.

My hand moves faster around my thing and so do my fingers inside her hole. There’s so much liquid coming out of her that it soaks my hand.

I look down and watch as my fingers disappear inside her. Only my thumb is sticking out. I want to push that inside her too. I want my whole hand inside her.

Tucking my thumb inward, I slowly start to press forward. My female scrambles up and grabs my wrist.

“Wait!” she shouts. I jerk my head up and look at her. “I can’t… That’s too much. It won’t fit.”

I tilt my head to the side, wondering why she thinks that. I have big hands, but it can’t be much bigger than my thing.

“Yes. Fit.”

Her fingers dig into my flesh and her eyes look like she’s frightened of something. “No! It won’t fit.”

I grit my teeth and a growl comes from my throat. I don’t say anything else, but I push her back down with my other hand. Before she can sit back up, I drop down and put my mouth back over the bump she likes to rub. I suck it between my teeth, and I get what I want from her. Her body relaxes and she stops fighting me.

My fingers are still inside her, so I pump them a few times while I suck on the bump. When I feel her relax even more, I tuck my thumb inward and push against her. It doesn’t go in easily. I have to force my way past her outer walls. She tenses again, so I suck harder on the bump at the same time I go in deeper.

I’m not able to push my whole hand in—I don’t want to damage her inside—but I get it past my knuckles. She grips me so tight, there’s no room for me to flex my fingers. I hold still a moment, still playing with the bump, but letting her adjust to my hand filling her.

After several seconds, once her muscles have loosened even more, I slide my hand out past the knuckles and gently push it back inside.

It feels strange having my hand inside her. She’s hot and slick and every few seconds, I feel her walls tighten around me.

Once I’m sure she’s not going to pull away from me, I get back to my knees and reach for my thing. I look down at my hand inside her and pump my length. Her skin is so much lighter than mine. Seeing what I’m doing to her body, it doesn’t look possible.

Both of my hands pick up speed. I shove my hand inside her over and over again, sliding in a little bit more with each one. The balls below my thing get tight and draw up to my body. I’m on the edge of releasing my seed when my female’s walls close so tight around my hand that I can’t move it. Her cry is louder than all the others.

I pull my hand from her and scoot up until the tip of my thing is at her gaping opening. It doesn’t close all the way, so I easily push the head inside just as the first jets of my seed shoot out of me. I can feel the pulses of her walls around the tip as I coat the inside of her, mixing my seed with her liquid.

Once I’m empty, I pull out. Looking down, I see the creamy whiteness of my seed at her opening, attempting to leak out. I slide two of my fingers inside her, pushing back in as much as I can.