Bleacke's Geek (Bleacke Shifters) by Lesli Richardson Page B

single.”
    She crooked a finger at him, motioning him to lean in. He did, and she slipped her hand around the back of his neck, her fingers twining in his hair. She pulled his lips down to hers and kissed him.
    Instinct took over. He rolled her out of his lap, onto the grass, and stretched out on top of her as he kissed her. She softly moaned into his mouth as both her arms encircled him. He braced himself on his arms, trying not to crush her under him, until she pulled him down, their bodies tightly pressed together.
    He felt the world disappear around them. His universe ended outside the circle of her arms. And he wanted to fuck her. Hard and fast and furiously.
    Ken sat up, his gaze never leaving hers. He unfastened her jeans and smiled as she arched her hips up, allowing him to yank her jeans and underwear down after she kicked off her sneakers.
    He pulled his shirt off over his head without unbuttoning it all the way. After kicking off his shoes, he shed his slacks, enjoying the sultry smile that creased her face when he stood towering over her, naked.
    Something took over, an urgent desire even more than normal to be inside her, to own her. He reached down and caught her by the wrist, then flipped her over onto her stomach as he dropped to his knees behind her. She pushed up onto all fours as she cast a look over her shoulder.
    “Please take me,” she whispered.
    His cock already felt like it would explode. He felt something stronger and more raw than lust or primal need take over. He grabbed her hips and sank his cock home deep inside her, enjoying the way she threw her head back and let out a happy sound that almost sounded like a growl.
    “Yes!” she gasped.
    He dug his hands into her hips to hold her in place. Hard and fast, the sound of his flesh slapping against hers filled the clearing, their panting breath, her soft, mewling sounds of pleasure. The he felt her explosion, and the feeling of his own body responding, answering as his release burst from him.
    The force of it robbed all strength from his legs. He fell forward onto her, gasping for air, his face buried in her hair at the base of her neck. She reached back, found his hand, and laced her fingers through his.
    Nothing had ever felt so good. It seemed that every time she made him come, it was harder and better than the previous time.
    “I think I’m going to have bruises on my hips,” she playfully teased.
    He immediately felt bad. “I’m sorry, I—”
    “No, don’t be sorry.” She tipped her head back, a sated smile curling her beautiful lips. “I like it.”
    Their eyes met and he felt his cock go hard inside her. Christ! He’d never gotten this hard this fast before.
    Hell, he’d never been this hard before.
    He sat up, pulling her back onto her knees, his fingers wrapped around her hips even more tightly than before. She wiggled her butt against him, urging him on.
    “You want it hard, baby?” he asked her. Who was this person possessing his soul? He’d never felt like this before.
    “Yes!” she begged.
    Deliberately, he took long, hard, strokes, as deep as he could, feeling his member sliding all the way home inside her slick muscles. He withdrew slowly, making her whine and beg for it before slamming home.
    When she begged for him to go faster, he slowed down, making her plead with him. “Don’t tease me,” she begged.
    Darkness settled in the woods around them. He felt a new darkness of his own deep within him. “You’ll take what I give you,” he said, the words spilling out of him as if he had no conscious will.
    Her whole body undulated beneath him as she dropped her shoulders to the ground, her fingers digging into the grass as she squirmed in his hands.
    He felt a surge of power roll through him. She was his, all his, and he had her at his mercy.
    He kept up his teasing pace despite her impassioned pleas. Sometimes he’d speed up just enough to make her cry out with pleasure as a smaller orgasm rolled through her