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Chapter Two

Staring up at Slade, Jessie could feel the tension tightening in her body as need began to outweigh innocence as well as feminine fear. Just being in the same vicinity as Slade could make her flesh heat, her womb shudder with need. As though her skin were suddenly too tight, her internal temperature too hot, she became combustible when he was around.

“I’m going to taste you, sweet baby,” he whispered, a wicked smile curving his lips as his gray eyes swept over her parted thighs. “I’m going to eat you like candy. Think you can handle that?”

No. But her hips lifted to him anyway as a cry fell from her lips. She had no control, no desire for control. Nothing mattered but Slade’s touch. The heat of his hands, his lips, oh God…his tongue.

He lay between her thighs, his hands cupping her rear to lift her closer as his tongue swiped through the narrow cleft of her pussy. The burning, agonizing pleasure tore through her, tightening her body with such intensity that she felt she would shatter.

But he didn’t let her shatter. Gentle licks followed, short laps that caressed and burned, that made her jerk in his grip as she fought for more. A deeper caress, firmer, something to relieve the driving pulse of hunger beating in her clit. And he teased her. He didn’t consume her, he didn’t drive her over the edge he kept her poised upon.

He ate her just as he said he would. Like candy, one slow lick at a time as she twisted beneath him, her cries growing wilder as she fought for release, her hands tightening in his hair as she fought to press him tighter to her humid flesh.

“Soft and sweet,” he murmured against her clit. “Like liquid paradise, Jessie. That’s what you are. The

sweetest, softest pussy I ever imagined loving.”

She wanted to scream at the pleasure, to revel in the male lust and hunger in his voice, but all she could do was whimper, arch and beg for more.

As she writhed beneath him, his lips and tongue moved to her aching clit as his fingers returned to the fluttering opening of her vagina. Jessie held her breath, anticipating more, only to cry out in frustration as he licked slowly around her clit as his fingers rimmed her opening. He was in no hurry. He was consuming her with decadent pleasure, humming against her flesh, his tongue circling her clit with impossibly light strokes of fire.

She couldn’t bear it. She knew she couldn’t bear it. Perspiration rolled from her skin as her head thrashed against the bed and she fought for a release that was always just a breath away.

“Slade, please…” she whimpered, desperation driving her now. “I’ve waited so long. Please don’t tease me this way…Please…”

She could barely breathe, let alone plead. She could feel the tears gathering in her eyes as her nerve endings pulsed and electrical currents of pleasure raced over her flesh.

“I could eat you forever.” The hoarse growl nearly had her coming, then his lips moved lower, his tongue flickering at the entrance to her pussy as she gasped, then cried out raggedly for more. Oh God, just a little bit more and the tight knot of tension tormenting her womb would ease. Just a little bit.

The need racing through her was frightening. She couldn’t control it, couldn’t ease it. The tension only built, as did the pleasure and the shudders trembling through her body. And Slade was merciless. He thrust his tongue wickedly into her pussy as she arched to him, tormenting her, making her insane with the need for orgasm.

The sound of their moans was almost a physical caress. Slade’s tore across her senses, the sounds of a man completely immersed in the lust raging through him, from her. His tongue was a demon, licking, stroking, thrusting inside her as he consumed her, ate her with wicked sensuality. There was no relief, just the desperate, shuddering need for it as she lost herself in the white-hot heat swirling through her.

“Slade, please…” She was shaking, trembling, her voice unfamiliar to her own ears as she begged for orgasm.

This pleasure was too intense. She hadn’t expected this, didn’t know how to handle it. She had never known anything like this, even in her most vivid fantasies with only her fingers to bring her release. She felt as though she were burning alive, disintegrating beneath him. And in the midst of it, he added another torment. His finger slid through her juices before easing into the cleft of her rear, moving against the entrance to her anus firmly.

“Oh God. Slade. Slade, please…” There was no breath left to scream, barely enough left to live.

His lips and tongue moved against her with deliberate provocation then, rather than teasing thrusts and kisses. All the while, his finger probed and explored her rear further.

Her eyes flew open then as she felt the tip of his finger pierce her ass before entering her slowly, stretching her, burning the flesh there with a white-hot pleasure that she knew she couldn’t survive.

“Oh God!” She prayed for release, because the pleasure was destroying her. “I can’t… No more… No more, Slade…”

“Easy, baby girl. It’s coming. Hang on for me.” His finger retreated before easing through the soft cream flowing from her pussy toward his fingers. The slick juices eased his way, prepared her before he slid in deeper, penetrating her rear as his thumb slid into the gripping opening of her pussy.

She was lost. Jessie felt her orgasm rip through her, shattering her. It tore through her with a strength that sent her senses spiraling in dizzying circles as she cried out his name.

“God yes, Jessie.” He moved her fingers from his hair to his shoulders before rising between her thighs and moving into position. The thick crest of his cock nudged at her pussy, spreading the sensitized folds as she stared back at him in dazed pleasure.

“There, baby girl.” A hard, savage grimace of pleasure twisted his expression as he began to work inside her. “Sweet baby. Let me have you now. All of you.”

He moved then, strong, steady thrusts that worked inside her, stretching her with a pleasure/pain that tore through her mind and sent tension building through her body again. She needed. Oh God, yes, this was what she needed. He was filling her, pushing into her before one hard, piercing thrust sent him to the hilt inside her.

“Slade…Oh God, Slade…” She arched as he held to her hips, trying to scream, to breathe, to adjust to the sudden intrusion inside her, stretching untried muscles, burning through her nerve endings and building the need to greater heights.

“You’re so fucking tight, Jessie.” His strangled growl had her jerking against him, driving him deeper.

“So tight I could come now.”

He moved against her then, his cock sliding back, caressing nerve endings she never knew existed as he began to take her, possess her. He wasn’t fucking her, he was claiming her. She could feel the brand inside her, the knowledge that nothing could ever be as good as Slade inside her body, thrusting, stroking, penetrating her with a heat and strength that stole the last of her reason.

“Help me,” she gasped, suddenly uncertain what to do, the new sensations tearing through her, whipping her higher, hotter. “Slade, please.” She was jerking in his grip, straining toward him as his cock shafted inside her, slow and easy, fast and hard, alternate strokes that had her head thrashing, her body shuddering.

“Easy, sweet baby.” He reached out, his hand touching her cheek, his expression holding her spellbound as his body held her in suspended pleasure. “Look how pretty you are. So hot and tight, so damned sweet and innocent.”

His fingers moved down her cheek, to the mound of a breast.

“You’re mine, Jessie,” he growled, his hand returning to her hip as he began to move harder, faster. His voice becoming more graveled than ever before. “Mine, baby. All fucking mine.”

He came over her, his lips covering hers roughly as his arms surrounded her, his hips moving fiercely as he began to fuck her with a rhythm and strength that sent her exploding, flaming into orgasm again.

She felt everything. Sensation upon sensation. The feel of her vagina tightening around his cock, milking him with strong even pulses as the hair on his chest rasped her breasts.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming it as his erection claimed her pussy. His arms around her, powerful and strong, his hands buried in her hair, and oh God…She screamed into his kiss as she felt him coming. He drove in deep, hard, a rasping growl echoing into the kiss as he jerked above her and his cock began to throb.

Fire filled her. Heated blasts of semen rushed inside her, throwing her high again, triggering another harder, deeper orgasm as she began to weep from the pleasure.

Her nails pierced his shoulders, her legs tightening around his hips, and Jessie lost herself in Slade. In that moment, the heart that belonged to him alone opened further, drew him in and her soul filled with the pleasure and the emotions rushing through her.

She had always known Slade would be hers. Always hers. Right here, in his bed, in his arms. This was where she was meant to be. What Jessie had been made for. For Slade.