Sherra.” He stepped closer as her lips parted involuntarily.
“I can’t force you,” he said softly. “I won’t force you, but by God I’ll make sure you’re so hot you can’t walk straight if you don’t do it willingly. I won’t let you run. Take the gown off, Sherra. Let me give you every drop of what you need.”
What she needed was his cock shuttling hard and deep inside her, pumping into her in mindless orgasm, his seed filling her hungry womb with rich, potent heat.
“Kane…” she whimpered desperately as her tongue slowly ran over her lips, moistening them a second before the tip of his erection brushed them.
With a tortured cry she leaned forward and enveloped the head in her mouth, sucking it in, tasting the salty sweetness of his come on her tongue as it mixed with the potent spice of the hormone releasing in her mouth.
Ah, God. She worked her tongue over the hard flesh, greedy for every lick now, every taste, every ragged moan out of his mouth as she began to consume every inch pressing back to her throat. She wanted more. Needed all of him. Her hands gripped his hips as she suckled at him strongly, filling her mouth but still never managing to take the full length.
“Sherra, baby.” His hands gripped her hair. “Oh yes, kitten, swallow my dick. Eat it all up, baby.”
The explicit words flamed in her mind. Before, during the night in the labs, he had held back. She had sensed him holding back in both his needs and his words. He wasn’t holding back now. He was taking her, showing her the man he was and the need vibrating in his body.
Sherra took the wide head deep inside her mouth, her tongue working on the sensitive underside as she tried to open her throat for him. He was thrusting in and out with long, controlled strokes, his breathing hard and heavy, rough amid the slurping, gasping sounds of wet hunger that spilled from her lips.
“Ah yes. Swallow it, baby.” His cock was throbbing hard, pulsing against the back of her throat with each entrance. “Milk my cock with that pretty mouth. Come on, baby, take it. Take it all, sweetheart.”
He was moving faster now, harder, his flesh swelling on her tongue as she sucked and licked with greedy abandon until she felt the first hot pulse of creamy fluid erupt at her throat.
His hands were tangled in her hair now, holding her close, sliding his cock as deep down her throat as it would go as he released stream after stream of hot silky liquid down it.
Sherra swallowed desperately, tasting him on her tongue, in her mouth, filled with the excess of his release as he cried out above her.
When he pulled back from her still suckling lips he bent, gripped the bodice of her gown in both hands and ripped it from her body.
“Kane…” Her protest was filled with fear as he went to his knees, hands gripping her thighs and pulling her hips to the edge of the couch.
He stared down at the bare flesh of her mound, his lips swollen with passion, his eyes darkening lustfully.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered. “Like I did before, my mouth buried in your pussy, my tongue driving you to orgasm.”
He would consume her. Panic flared inside her. She was so wet, extremely juicy from her need. That fluid contained the same hormone that spilled from the glands in her tongue, only less potent.
“Don’t.” She tried to jerk forward, a last weak protest before he could bend to her.
His eyes narrowed for long seconds, darkening further as she watched angry determination begin to build in his expression. He pushed her back until she reclined once again, moving closer to her, his cock aiming for the convulsing entrance of her pussy.
“For now. Just this for now.” His voice was consumed with lust. “I’m not taking,” he panted roughly. “I’m giving. See, kitten, watch me give.”
Her eyes dropped to her splayed thighs, widening as the head of his cock parted the slick lips of her pussy.
“Kane…” She tilted her hips, drawing her
“I can’t force you,” he said softly. “I won’t force you, but by God I’ll make sure you’re so hot you can’t walk straight if you don’t do it willingly. I won’t let you run. Take the gown off, Sherra. Let me give you every drop of what you need.”
What she needed was his cock shuttling hard and deep inside her, pumping into her in mindless orgasm, his seed filling her hungry womb with rich, potent heat.
“Kane…” she whimpered desperately as her tongue slowly ran over her lips, moistening them a second before the tip of his erection brushed them.
With a tortured cry she leaned forward and enveloped the head in her mouth, sucking it in, tasting the salty sweetness of his come on her tongue as it mixed with the potent spice of the hormone releasing in her mouth.
Ah, God. She worked her tongue over the hard flesh, greedy for every lick now, every taste, every ragged moan out of his mouth as she began to consume every inch pressing back to her throat. She wanted more. Needed all of him. Her hands gripped his hips as she suckled at him strongly, filling her mouth but still never managing to take the full length.
“Sherra, baby.” His hands gripped her hair. “Oh yes, kitten, swallow my dick. Eat it all up, baby.”
The explicit words flamed in her mind. Before, during the night in the labs, he had held back. She had sensed him holding back in both his needs and his words. He wasn’t holding back now. He was taking her, showing her the man he was and the need vibrating in his body.
Sherra took the wide head deep inside her mouth, her tongue working on the sensitive underside as she tried to open her throat for him. He was thrusting in and out with long, controlled strokes, his breathing hard and heavy, rough amid the slurping, gasping sounds of wet hunger that spilled from her lips.
“Ah yes. Swallow it, baby.” His cock was throbbing hard, pulsing against the back of her throat with each entrance. “Milk my cock with that pretty mouth. Come on, baby, take it. Take it all, sweetheart.”
He was moving faster now, harder, his flesh swelling on her tongue as she sucked and licked with greedy abandon until she felt the first hot pulse of creamy fluid erupt at her throat.
His hands were tangled in her hair now, holding her close, sliding his cock as deep down her throat as it would go as he released stream after stream of hot silky liquid down it.
Sherra swallowed desperately, tasting him on her tongue, in her mouth, filled with the excess of his release as he cried out above her.
When he pulled back from her still suckling lips he bent, gripped the bodice of her gown in both hands and ripped it from her body.
“Kane…” Her protest was filled with fear as he went to his knees, hands gripping her thighs and pulling her hips to the edge of the couch.
He stared down at the bare flesh of her mound, his lips swollen with passion, his eyes darkening lustfully.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered. “Like I did before, my mouth buried in your pussy, my tongue driving you to orgasm.”
He would consume her. Panic flared inside her. She was so wet, extremely juicy from her need. That fluid contained the same hormone that spilled from the glands in her tongue, only less potent.
“Don’t.” She tried to jerk forward, a last weak protest before he could bend to her.
His eyes narrowed for long seconds, darkening further as she watched angry determination begin to build in his expression. He pushed her back until she reclined once again, moving closer to her, his cock aiming for the convulsing entrance of her pussy.
“For now. Just this for now.” His voice was consumed with lust. “I’m not taking,” he panted roughly. “I’m giving. See, kitten, watch me give.”
Her eyes dropped to her splayed thighs, widening as the head of his cock parted the slick lips of her pussy.
“Kane…” She tilted her hips, drawing her
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