another spot, this one low on his belly, and his abs flutter in response.
“Ilsa.” It’s a warning. It’s a plea.
I don’t go straight for his penis. Instead, I trace my tongue around his balls, lick them, suck them. The scent of him, the intimacy of the moment drives me crazy.
I slide my tongue up his cock, and I take the head into my mouth.
“Yeah,” he breathes.
He lets me tongue him for several minutes before he tenses, pushes me away, and flips me over onto my back. The intensity of his gaze burns me, but I don’t stop him. Straddling my chest, he strokes himself. He throws his head back and closes his eyes like he’s fighting some sort of battle. His lips pull back in a sort of sneer as he puts the tip of his cock to my lips.
“Suck it,” he commands. “I want to fuck your throat.”
My soul twinges in ecstasy. Between my legs I’m soaked, and my breasts are full and throbbing. I will do anything he says. It’s all I want.
I wrap my lips around the engorged head and suck. The tip is slick with salty precum, and I swirl my tongue around to catch it.
His lips part and he sighs. I begin a slow bob, up and down. I try to take deep breaths through my nose, knowing that soon breathing will be difficult. I give him a strong suck, and he seizes my hair in a brutal grip. I don’t have to move after that. He’s doing all the work. His hips pump furiously, and I feel the wetness against my thighs as my cunt calls to him. With each thrust, he pushes farther and farther back in my mouth until he hits that spot. I gag.
“ Yes! ” He grits his teeth and glowers down at me. I relax myself, and he pushes down into my throat.
For a second I panic. I can’t breathe. Excitement jolts my clit.
He pushes in, all the way in, until my nose is buried in his pubic hair. His musk fills me, fulfills me.
He’s groaning uncontrollably, and he fucks my mouth like it’s the only thing he’s meant for. Like it’s the moment he’s waited for his whole life.
When I gag again, he pulls out slightly and I gasp for air. But only for a moment. He shoves his cock back down my throat, and this time the sounds he makes, it’s like he’s gone savage.
I use my tongue to please him, I open my throat to him, and I ask nothing. His organ swells, and I almost can’t hold him anymore. He gives a tortured cry, arches his back, and he comes down my throat.
He quickly withdraws. Still straddling me, he throws his head back, and he’s breathing so heavily it’s like he’s run to the moon and back. I stroke his belly as if he’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever known.
Talon stretches himself out beside me, and that look in his eyes… He hates himself. He hates me. He gathers me to him and spoons. His grip is so fierce it’s as though we are one.
I love him.
I smell fish. Seriously, I mean fish—cooking. I bolt upright and spot Talon at the fireplace, spearing a gutted fish over the flames.
I throw the stinky cover back, but I’m naked underneath. Blushing, I clutch it to my breasts.
He flicks me a glance. “I went out while you slept.”
“Where did you get the fish?” I could eat ten of them. I’m that hungry.
He lifts a shoulder. “Went ice fishing.”
“I didn’t think anything was still alive.” The fact that something is fills me with hope.
His gaze finds my breasts and lingers. He seems he’s riveted, but then he averts his eyes. “Found you some clothes too.”
How the hell?
“There’s an easement just up the road,” he says, answering my unspoken question. “House in front’s been raided clean. There’s one in back you can’t see from the road. Still a few things there so I grabbed what I could.” He holds up the fish and points to the skewer. A knife.
“That’s fantastic!” It might not be a rifle, but a knife at least brings us out of the Stone Age.
“If you want your clothes, they’re over there.” He nods, indicating a pile over by the wall.
Dry, warm clothes! This
“Ilsa.” It’s a warning. It’s a plea.
I don’t go straight for his penis. Instead, I trace my tongue around his balls, lick them, suck them. The scent of him, the intimacy of the moment drives me crazy.
I slide my tongue up his cock, and I take the head into my mouth.
“Yeah,” he breathes.
He lets me tongue him for several minutes before he tenses, pushes me away, and flips me over onto my back. The intensity of his gaze burns me, but I don’t stop him. Straddling my chest, he strokes himself. He throws his head back and closes his eyes like he’s fighting some sort of battle. His lips pull back in a sort of sneer as he puts the tip of his cock to my lips.
“Suck it,” he commands. “I want to fuck your throat.”
My soul twinges in ecstasy. Between my legs I’m soaked, and my breasts are full and throbbing. I will do anything he says. It’s all I want.
I wrap my lips around the engorged head and suck. The tip is slick with salty precum, and I swirl my tongue around to catch it.
His lips part and he sighs. I begin a slow bob, up and down. I try to take deep breaths through my nose, knowing that soon breathing will be difficult. I give him a strong suck, and he seizes my hair in a brutal grip. I don’t have to move after that. He’s doing all the work. His hips pump furiously, and I feel the wetness against my thighs as my cunt calls to him. With each thrust, he pushes farther and farther back in my mouth until he hits that spot. I gag.
“ Yes! ” He grits his teeth and glowers down at me. I relax myself, and he pushes down into my throat.
For a second I panic. I can’t breathe. Excitement jolts my clit.
He pushes in, all the way in, until my nose is buried in his pubic hair. His musk fills me, fulfills me.
He’s groaning uncontrollably, and he fucks my mouth like it’s the only thing he’s meant for. Like it’s the moment he’s waited for his whole life.
When I gag again, he pulls out slightly and I gasp for air. But only for a moment. He shoves his cock back down my throat, and this time the sounds he makes, it’s like he’s gone savage.
I use my tongue to please him, I open my throat to him, and I ask nothing. His organ swells, and I almost can’t hold him anymore. He gives a tortured cry, arches his back, and he comes down my throat.
He quickly withdraws. Still straddling me, he throws his head back, and he’s breathing so heavily it’s like he’s run to the moon and back. I stroke his belly as if he’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever known.
Talon stretches himself out beside me, and that look in his eyes… He hates himself. He hates me. He gathers me to him and spoons. His grip is so fierce it’s as though we are one.
I love him.
I smell fish. Seriously, I mean fish—cooking. I bolt upright and spot Talon at the fireplace, spearing a gutted fish over the flames.
I throw the stinky cover back, but I’m naked underneath. Blushing, I clutch it to my breasts.
He flicks me a glance. “I went out while you slept.”
“Where did you get the fish?” I could eat ten of them. I’m that hungry.
He lifts a shoulder. “Went ice fishing.”
“I didn’t think anything was still alive.” The fact that something is fills me with hope.
His gaze finds my breasts and lingers. He seems he’s riveted, but then he averts his eyes. “Found you some clothes too.”
How the hell?
“There’s an easement just up the road,” he says, answering my unspoken question. “House in front’s been raided clean. There’s one in back you can’t see from the road. Still a few things there so I grabbed what I could.” He holds up the fish and points to the skewer. A knife.
“That’s fantastic!” It might not be a rifle, but a knife at least brings us out of the Stone Age.
“If you want your clothes, they’re over there.” He nods, indicating a pile over by the wall.
Dry, warm clothes! This
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