Page 59 of Infala: The Bonding Games
He pressed into her, his cock rippling as each bulbous section penetrated her, the sensation making her G-spot erupt with the most amazing feeling of heat and electricity, the intense pleasure spreading through her body quickly as he thrust into her, drawing her closer to the edge with every impact of his hefty balls against her as he bottomed out deep inside.
Faster he went, his climax already close, his arousal matching hers in its fast-acting intensity. They’d been unsure at first, but now that they had given in it was clear this was the right thing to do. And hot damn did it feel good.
“Yes. Yes!” she cried out as he slammed into her with gusto, her fingers rubbing her clit, her juices flowing out of her and slicking them entirely. “Fuck! I’m going to come!”
“Oh, God!” he groaned, his cock going steel bar rigid as he exploded a hot gush of cum inside her with so much force she felt it swirl against every last nerve ending, the sensation sending her over the edge with him in a volcanic climax that made her entire body lock up.
He kept up his rhythm even as he emptied himself into her, his magnificent cock coaxing her into climax after climax until she lost control of her body, floating on a sea of ecstatic sensations she was at a loss for words or thoughts to describe. It was as if he’d fucked her into an out-of-body experience like she’d never felt before, and it wasamazing. But something felt strange. A tingling burn in her chest.
Ziana sucked in a lungful of air, her head swimming as she’d nearly blacked out from holding it without even realizing.
“Holy shit,” she gasped, her legs twitching as her senses returned, her mind racing with post-orgasm clarity.What the hell was that, Zee? You guys hated each other just a few days ago. And now this?
Whatever was running through her mind, she felt his cock stirring inside her, rousing for an immediate round two, and with it, any resurgent doubts vanished in an instant.
“Are you sore? Can you?” he asked as he began slowly churning his cock back and forth in the most delightful way.
“Not sore, no,” she replied. “And yes, I most definitely can.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Dorrin woke to the twin sensations of a raging erection and a woman in his arms, his mind a muddled ball of confusion for a moment before his senses cleared.
Oh.Thathappened,he slowly recalled.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the naked woman whose limbs were now intertwined with his, her breasts firmly pressing into his body, her cheeks still flush from the prior night’s escapades. His cock reacted on instinct alone, pulsing with instant want at the sight of her. The smell. The feel of her warm skin on his. The memory of all the delightful things they had done the night before.
No. It was just releasing stress,he chided himself.We agreed. It was a one-off, nothing more.
But as he felt her heart beating against him, her breathing slow and regular, he couldn’t help but feel something in his chest. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman. Since he’d been at ease enough to even consider it. And yet now here he was, and with this one. The human he’d been saddled with against his will.
He didn’tlikeher, did he? No, of course not. It was the opposite. No, he didn’t like her. Not one bit. It was impossible. And yet, something in his gut called him a liar, and deep down he knew that voice was correct.
Dorrin shifted his hips, pulling away from her slightly, his cock stiff with morning wood, its firmness more than a little helped by the beautiful naked woman beside him. A woman who groggily roused at his movement.
“What—” she muttered.
“Shhhh. Sleep.”
“Mmm,” she seemed to agree, but her hand was slowly moving over his body, feeling his muscles as it slid lower until it grazed his rigid cock.
Oh. But we shouldn’t?—
A surge of pulsing sensation made his member move, and in her half-sleeping state Ziana’s hand stroked it almost without realizing as she rolled on top of him. Still in a semi-dream she lowered herself onto him, sliding his cock in to the hilt, a happy smile creasing her lips as she buried her face in his neck, tasting his salty skin and the raging pulse just beneath it.
Ziana ground against him, riding him slowly, gently churning on his girthy manhood, her clit pressed firmly into him, sending happy bursts of pleasure surging through her body.
He reached up and cupped her ass with his enormous hands as she moved, spreading her wider, easing the way for his cock, now slick with her juices. He was beside himself. Barely awake and suddenly embroiled in a slow and sensual fuck the likes of which he’d never experienced. The sensations were so strong, so intense, he almost cried out from the sensory overload.
“Oh, God,” he groaned, a hand sliding to her breast, cupping it as he gently squeezed her nipple.
Ziana snapped out of her daze, suddenly very much aware of what she was doing. She froze, eyes locked on his.
“It was just a one-time thing,” she said, doubt in her voice.
“It was,” he replied. “We can stop.”
They stared at one another a long moment, neither moving. But Dorrin’s cock had other ideas, twitching inside her in the most delightful way entirely of its own accord. He saw the look in her eyes, her pupils going wide as pleasure and desire flared hard inside her. And he felt the same way.
