Page 35 of Horned to be Wild
“God, yes!”
He growled again, a low rumble of satisfaction, and proceeded to devour her. That big tongue swept across her clit over and over,each stroke sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Her head fell back against the tile wall and she abandoned herself to the sensation, to the overwhelming feeling of his mouth on her, of his broad tongue stroking all of her most sensitive places at once.
He slid one huge finger inside her, then another, stretching her, filling her, the thick, callused pads stroking her from the inside. A third finger joined the first two and she cried out as her body stretched, trying to accommodate him.
The pressure was incredible but it was his mouth on her clit that sent her over. Her climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, tearing through her body as she clung to his horns, crying out his name.
“More,” she demanded, riding his hand.
He obeyed, his fingers stroking her from the inside, his tongue still working her clit as she came again in a long, shuddering wave.
She sagged against the shower wall, barely able to stand. His fingers were still inside her, stretching her, and keeping her balanced exquisitely on the razor edge between pleasure and pain.
“That was amazing,” she managed to gasp as he gave one last lick and withdrew his fingers, the resulting emptiness an almost physical ache. He stood, towering over her, and the head of his cock brushed against her. stomach. Her body quivered as she looked up at him. “But I want more.”
“I’m not sure this will work.” His eyes met hers, dark with a mixture of hunger and concern.
“Why not?”
She already knew the answer, of course. She’d seen—and felt—the size of him, but she wasn’t willing to accept defeat.
“Look at me, Lila.” He gestured at his body, his expression strained. “I’m too big for you.”
“Let me decide that,” she said firmly.
“But—”
“Please, Torin.” She reached up and stroked his cheek. “Trust me.”
He growled, his horns quivering, and she could see the hunger in his eyes warring with his concern.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
She took his hand and led him out of the shower, then back to his bedroom. He let her push him back onto the bed, sprawling across the mattress like some ancient fertility god with his massive body and his huge, swollen cock. His nostrils flared as she climbed up next to him and straddled his thighs. His eyes darkened, the hunger in his gaze growing even more intense. But he didn’t try to stop her as she reached down and ran her fingers along his length. His cock jumped beneath her hand and she smiled.
“I won’t break, you know. And I really do want you.”
“Want you too,” he growled. “Need you. So much.”
His cock was hot and hard in her hands, the skin more velvety than a human male’s. A pearly drop of fluid formed on the broad tip and she bent down to licked it away, savoring his dark, musky taste. His massive body shook and his hands came up togrip her hips, his tail wrapping around her thigh. She stroked him as she’d done the night before, but this time she kept her strokes slow and tantalizing. He was incredibly responsive and his reactions excited her, the ache between her legs becoming almost unbearable. When she finally rose up and positioned his cock at her entrance, he held her in place.
“Last chance, Lila,” he said desperately. “I don’t think?—”
“I’m sure,” she said and sank down onto him.
Oh god, he was huge. The pressure against her opening threatened to overwhelm her, but then her body gave way, slowly stretching to accommodate him. His fingers tightened, and she could feel his entire body trembling beneath her.
“Lila,” he growled, his voice almost unrecognizable. “You have to stop.”
She shook her head and pressed down farther, determined to take more of him. Her body resisted for a moment, then yielded with a sudden burning stretch, and she cried out, her body clenching down on the massive intrusion. He tried to pull her back up, but she put her hands over his and forced herself down another inch.
“Easy,” he growled, his teeth gritted.
“No. I need you—all of you.”
His grip loosened and she took him deeper. The burn eased, but the pressure, the feeling of fullness continued, a steady, throbbing ache as she was stretched wider and wider. The sensation of him filling her, forcing her body to yield to his. had her quivering on the edge of a climax, each tiny movementsending a new wave of sensation through her overly stretched channel.
