Fast and the Furriest by Celia Kyle Page A

pleasure, to torment him as much as he now tormented her.
    Her pleasure swelled, body gathering every drop of joy that lingered in the air, and slowly the joy eased toward painful. She needed to come, right on the cusp of orgasm, and she trembled with the bone-deep need for release.
    Zoe whimpered, softly whining for more, trying to convey her needs, and Ares seemed to read her mind. Because he gave her more. He sucked harder, nibbled with an edge of pain that burned her veins, and then one of those fingers teasing her forbidden entrance pressed against those unfamiliar nerves. He tap, tap, tapped and then she was flying through the air, her orgasm rushing forward and destroying the bubble of growing desire.
    She screamed around him, body shaking with the strength of her release. Her toes curled, her muscles tensing, and her pussy tightened and squeezed. She wished his cock was buried deep within her, and she’d milk his length, draw his utmost joy from him as well.
    For now, she rode that wave of bliss, reveling in the sensations and snatching at every droplet of ecstasy that he gifted her. Her orgasm went on and on, dragged forward by his continued teasing and tormenting.
    Just when she thought the pleasure would ebb, giving her a chance to breathe, it grew again. It stretched for the sky, a massive tsunami of bliss that threatened to destroy her in its wake. She pulled from Ares’s cock with a sob, overwhelmed by his attentions, and that’s when he moved.
    He flipped her to her back, and then he was settled between her thighs. His fully amber eyes collided with hers, the tiger showing itself.
    His massive cock was poised at her entrance, the head taunting her center, and then he moved in one fluid thrust. He pushed into her, his hips not slowing until she took him all.
    “ Mine .”
     
     

Chapter Fourteen
     
    Mine .
    Zoe’s pussy enveloped him in her sweet heat, her wetness stroking his length and wrapping around him like a moist fist. Pleasure radiated down his spine, consuming him with a sudden rush of tingling ecstasy that had him stilling his hips. If he moved, he’d come, and he didn’t want to do that until her blood filled his mouth.
    Filled his mouth because he sank his fangs into her flesh and claimed her as his own.
    His. His. And his again.
    “Say it,” he demanded. His gums burned with the need to bare his fangs. The tiger pushed and shoved, wanting to transform his teeth so they would be prepared to claim her. He withdrew slightly, shuddering with the pleasure that action caused, and then shoved in once more. “Say it.”
    She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into him, rolling her hips. The move caressed his cock, her pussy fluttering against his shaft. “Yours.”
    He retreated and then thrust, the power jarring her and causing her breasts to bounce. His gaze fell to the plump globes and his mouth watered with the need to taste those berry-hued nubbins. “Again.”
    “Yours,” she gasped.
    He repeated the motion. Out and then in, the power between the actions increasing with each move. “Again.”
    “Yours.”
    “Again.” Their hips slammed together.
    “Yours.” She met his thrust.
    “Again.” The bed shook.
    “Yours.” Their skin slapped.
    “Again.” The frame hit the wall.
    “Yours.” Her wetness bathed his dick.
    Then he no longer demanded the word. She gave it to him freely.
    “Yours. Yours. Yours .”
    Ares pounded into her pussy, and the wet squelch of their bodies meeting warred with the echoes of the furniture striking the wall. He increased his pace with every breath, dominating her with his passion.
    Zoe rhythmically squeezed his dick, milking his length with every deep penetration, and he reveled in her tightness. He’d nearly forgotten the bliss that could be found in her arms, the overwhelming ecstasy that she could gift him without reservation.
    She released his hips and planted her feet on the mattress. Then she met him thrust for thrust, increasing