Page 93 of Shephard

The agony tearing through my system was beautiful. Was that the kind of word I could or should use? I didn’t know and didn’t care. There was such a kinetic energy surrounding us that my senses crackled from it. I adored his roughness, but his need to take control was exactly everything I’d told myself I never wanted. Maybe he was the sole reason I was able to let go.

He wasn’t giving me any options, pulling me down so he could lick and suck away the pain in my nipples. They ached, but theroughness of his tongue and his heated breath were instantly soothing. I wasn’t used to letting go in this way, enjoying being manhandled. But I didn’t want it any other way.

I had a feeling I’d be lost without him. My mind was still processing the strange thought as he shifted to my other breast, biting down this time. He liked to hear me cry out whether in pleasure or pain. I’d seen it in his eyes. The sharpness was in direct contrast to before, which made it easy to offer him what he craved.

Shephard’s hunger was increasing and he moved quickly to my stomach. He pressed his lips against my skin and I was certain his actions would scald me in spots. Panting, I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at the thick strands. Maybe it was a form of retaliation for making me feel so damn good.

I was already floating on cloud nine when he moved lower. He was completely focused on what he was doing, concentrating on pleasuring my body. Maybe the man couldn’t get enough of me, but the feeling was mutual. I was standing naked in front of him while he was fully clothed, a filthy and sinful thing. I was also nervous, my body quivering as if this was my first time with a man.

Now the nervous laugh bubbled to the surface, but only for a few seconds. He jutted my hips forward, widening my legs as far as I could possibly tolerate it. When he dragged his tongue all the way down the length of my pussy, I slapped my hand across my face.

If any of the people I knew could see me now, I had a feeling I’d never live it down. But I loved this. So much.

He didn’t miss a beat, using both his fingers and his tongue to drive me crazy.

“So fucking wet.” His voice was possessive. A man taking what he wanted.

Just like I’d given him permission to do.

With every swipe of his tongue, I was pushed higher and higher into a plateau I never wanted to come down from. He drove his fingers deep inside, curling the tips until my mind was blown from the rapturous sensations.

“Lick me or I might die,” I told him.

“You want me to lick your sweet pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Ask nicely.” His dark chuckle only added to the intense atmosphere. “Please lick me. Lick my wet pussy.” He needed nothing else, licking me as a thirsty man would do in the middle of extreme heat.

I wasn’t used to experiencing so much pleasure. Not from a man and certainly not this way. Even his breathing was ragged as if he was trying to inhale me, keeping my scent frozen in time. The thought was silly, but delicious. With his face buried in my wetness, I gripped the back of his head. Now I was trying to take control. The thought was wicked indeed.

He gripped my hips, forcing me into a slight arch. I was already on my toes, still shaking from the intensity of the moment. I wasn’t prepared for the shudders that challenged both of us for control. The wave was powerful, sweeping over me in seconds. He held on as I panted and writhed.

“Shephard. Yes. Yes.”

The roughness added to the swiftly moving orgasm. The ripples were more like flames ignited by gasoline. My entire body was electrified. When I slowly came down, dropping my head, I expected him to stop.

He didn’t.

His tongue was rougher than before, two fingers turning into four. There was no pulling away from this man. He wanted me to come again.

I did. It only took seconds, this one as deep in my core as the first. I couldn’t see anything in front of me, but there was no need.

The damaged man with the blackened soul would never let me fall.

Shephard proved to me again that he was a man with no patience, pulling me down on top of him without hesitation. His cock was throbbing as usual, but it was thicker this time, filling me completely. I couldn’t breathe at first, pushing at him as if wanting him to move away. It wouldn’t have mattered.

The way he pulled me up and down jarred my system perfectly. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the vibrant colors dancing in front of them. I also loved hearing the sounds he made. Growls and grunts of appreciation and satisfaction. This was as close to pure and raw ecstasy as anyone would ever achieve.

I had no idea how long he continued fucking me, but he was a man on a mission. When he commanded me to come again, I almost laughed because it wasn’t possible.

But the way my pussy muscles crushed around his thickness told me otherwise. This time, the orgasm swept up from my toes, tickling me before turning loose on my entire system. My core couldn’t be any hotter than it was.

Everything was sensitive, but my body had never felt so good, so alive.

How was this possible? How could anything feel like a slice of heaven?

I was spent, no longer pounding my fists into him. When he pushed himself out and rose to his feet, I gasped and clawed for him.