Page 54 of The Wild Man
I suck the other in my mouth and move my fingers down to his perineum, where I gently massage the sensitive muscle. His thighs tense and he lets out a deep groan.
I move back to his cock. I look up at Wild Man as I slip the tip back in my mouth. His jaw is tense and his eyes blaze fire. As I take him all the way to the back of my throat, I move my finger at his perineum further back. My fingers are soaked with my slobber, and I use some of it when I press my finger against his anus. He stiffens and his fingers tighten in my hair, but he doesn’t stop me. I apply light pressure and the tip slips inside.
I’ve never played with a man’s asshole before, but Rika says some men find it highly erotic and can have one hell of an orgasm with the correct stimulation.
When I push more of my finger inside, Wild Man pulls my mouth off his cock then forcefully jams it back inside. His eyes appear wild and crazed, like he’s past the point of reason.
I add a second finger. Wild Man viciously fucks my mouth. His grip in my hair slams my mouth down while his hips thrust up. Over and over again. I continue taking his ass with my finger and grind against him, soaking his leg with my juices. I’m close, only seconds away from coming.
Wild Man goes to the back of my throat and he holds me there. The growl that leaves him has my insides liquefying.
I love when the madness hits him, as if he’s lost all control and will go insane if he doesn’t get every inch inside me that my body will allow.
I feel his shaft growing harder, and if possible, fatter, and I know he’s close. I want him to flood my mouth with his cum so much that he leaks out the edges, so I tighten my throat muscles around him.
Just when I think he’s going to find his release, I’m suddenly jerked away by my hair. In a daze, my watery eyes peer up at him.
“Whaaa?”
I’m pulled to my feet, but only long enough for Wild Man to spin me around by my hips. He pulls me down to his lap so my legs are spread wide open and resting on either side of his. My eyes immediately go to Teeja, who has his bright blue gaze on Wild Man and me. I have no clue if Teeja understands what we’re doing, but regardless, I don’t feel comfortable fucking in front of the wild animal and his family. At least when I was sucking his dick, I was facing away.
I try to get up from Wild Man’s lap, but he holds me in place with a firm grip.
“Wild Man,” I start, but it ends on a moan when he places the length of his cock between the lips of my pussy. I shake my head out of the daze. “Stop. I don’t want to do this in front of them.”
“Why?” he asks, shifting his hips and sliding his cock against me. I close my eyes and release a low moan. “It’s nature. Teeja fucks Vena. You played with offspring today.”
He presses his cock right over my clit while his other hand comes up and palms my breast, tweaking one nipple between his fingers.
“I know,” I say breathlessly. “But that doesn’t mean I want to watch them do it anymore than I want them to watch us. It just feels… weird.” My eyes slide open, and I see Teeja still looking at us, his head tilted to the side as if in curiosity. “Teeja is watching us.”
“He’s curious,” Wild Man grunts. “Let him watch.”
“Jesus,” I moan when his cock hits a particularly sensitive spot. My nails dig into his thighs where I’m gripping him to stay balanced.
Wild Man wraps an arm around my waist and he lifts me.
“Wild Man, please…”
I try to protest some more, but my words die a quick death when I’m suddenly being shoved down on his cock. I let out a low cry, partially from pain, but mostly from pleasure.
“Oh, God,” I moan. My legs hooked over his shift and the muscles in my calves tighten.
Why does being full of him have to feel so damn good?
Teeja and his family are soon forgotten, and I let myself go. With his hands still around my waist, Wild Man lifts me and lets me fall back down, repeating the movement so fast and furious that my boobs bounce.
I lean my weight back against his chest and throw one of my arms behind me. I find his hair with my fingers, and I thread them through the thick strands. His face goes to the crook of my neck and his teeth latch onto the skin presented before him. He always goes for the same spot. He bites and sucks the skin, renewing the mark that’s still there.
The whole time, he flexes his hips and uses his arm around my waist to lift me up and down on his cock.
He hits a spot inside me that has me seeing stars. I bite my lip so hard to stifle the scream wanting to break free that I taste a tinge of copper in my mouth.
“Yes!” I hiss, rotating my hips. “Right there, Fey,” I say, using his real name.
His gravelly growl in response has my stomach muscles spasming.
One of his arms is locked around my waist as he continues to fuck the hell out of me. His other hand goes down my stomach and his fingers slide on either side of his cock.