Slavemaster's Woman, The by Angelia Whiting Page B

that also seemed to be toppling over as he lavished in Cushla’s
response of thrusting her own tongue against his. It was passion at
its purest, and Tarken felt his mind let go, overcome by an untamed
lust that had been dormant inside him forever.
    Lifting his head, he gazed at her face
again. Her lids fluttered open. Their eyes connected and became
locked. Heated desire sweltered between them and the rest of the
world, the rest of reality burned up as they became lost in each
other. He lowered his lips to hers once more, kissing her with
passion, and then slowly moved to kiss her face, her eyelids and
the tip of her nose, returning to take her mouth tenderly, his mind
reeling with the thought that he gained as much pleasure in the
simple foreplay as he intended to give.
    Tarken raised his hips to poise the head of
his shaft at her opening. His hips began an easy thrust, working
his cock slowly into her, and at first, Cushla stiffened. Tarken
went still. Pressing his cheek at her temple, he waited. When her
pelvis jerked and the warmth of her sexual juices slid along the
length of his half inserted cock, he was sure she wouldn’t refuse
him. He felt her body fully relax beneath him, opening to be
penetrated. “You are exquisite, Cushla,” he murmured, straining to
ignore his pulsating erection, willing his mind to go slow. He
began to ease into her.
    It was then Cushla’s hands came up, and she
flattened her palms against his gyrating hips. Tentatively at
first, Cushla rocked with him, her vaginal muscles bearing down
snugly around him.
    A growl in Tarken’s throat rumbled forth,
and his shaft throbbed so fiercely, he thought he would spill his
load before he was even fully embedded inside of Cushla. It was
near torture to keep from driving into her, but Tarken didn’t want
to scare her, He wanted Cushla to accept...
    “Shove it in me now!” She yelled. “Mother of
stars! Fuck me now!”
    The instant shock that stunned Tarken’s
thoughts and movements were transient. What she wanted rapidly
became clear, and his lust for Cushla exploded. The reins snapped,
and he rammed into her hard, burying his erection as far as it
would go.
    “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Cushla was out of
control, her body convulsing, her fingers clawing and scratching at
his thighs.
    “Damn hellfires, Cushla!” Tarken pounded
into her, his hips slamming. There was no help for him now. He was
too far gone and hoped Cushla would come on her own and swiftly
because his cock was about to blow. How much longer he could hold
out was indeterminable, but at least she was on her way.
    She crooned at first, before her voice
slowly began to escalate. Her legs flew open wider, stretching
outward into a very wide V, taking his full erection as
deeply as it would go .
    Tarken pumped into her, his pelvis bunching
with the swift, hard thrusts, alternating the movements to rotate
his hips, grinding against her vulva, stimulating her clit while
still embedded within her vagina.
    Cushla responded by grinding back.
    Her heavy panting, and the uttering she
expelled told him she was climbing toward the ecstasy he craved to
coax from her since the first time he saw her, touched her and
realized he would be the first one to experience her orgasm. The
thought provoked his arousal, driving Tarken into a sexual frenzy,
and like a piston he thrust and pumped into her, his cock hardening
almost painfully with every stroke as his balls hotly smacked
against her ass.
    Cushla took his pounding, lying with her
legs outspread, crooning louder and louder with every hard stroke.
Bending her knees, she planted her feet firmly on the bed, her
thighs still spread wide. Cushla pumped, quickly finding Tarken’s
rhythm.
    He grunted his approval in reply. They both
panted, their respirations increasing in tempo keeping stride with
their gyrating hips, and her body shuttered and surge as the impact
of her orgasm hit.“Oh stars, oh stars, oh stars!”
    “Spirits, hell!” Tarken banged