Chapter 15
Titus’ chest rumbled as he started quickly back up the path toward Jack’s house.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
“Home. I live behind Jack, in the woods just below him on the other side of the mountain.”
She hesitated, her mind drunk with lust trying to calculate what he’d said.
“I’m going back into the woods before I get to his house. They won’t see us.”
She nodded and went back to kissing him.
He moved surprisingly quietly for a male of his size, much less a male of his size carrying a female almost drowning him in pheromones as she tried to take his sanity with each suckle and bite of her lips on his.
What only took about ten minutes but seemed like thirty, finally ended as he broke out of the woods and into his own back yard.
“Home,” he snarled between kisses.
Hail stopped and looked up. She did a quick glance around then nodded. “Bed.”
“How about just fucking inside?” he said.
“That works,” she agreed.
He went up to the back door and opened it; no key, no electronic latch, nothing. Just opened it.
“You don’t lock your doors?”
“Why? It’s our mountain,” he said.
“Privacy. Security. Encroachers. Trespassers.”
“It’s just me. Nobody worries as long as I show up to do my part, whatever that is at the time.”
She leaned back in his arms, almost slapped his face as she pressed her hands firmly to his cheeks, and stared into his eyes. “I do. I care. And I want you to start being more careful.”
His expression softened for just a second as a grin slowly spread across his lips.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, as he slammed the door behind them, then paused to lock it, with her still in his arms. He turned away from the door then walked over to the sofa, dropping her onto it.
“Take off your clothes,” he demanded, as he walked away.
“Now where are you going?” she asked, as she started stripping out of everything she wore.
“Gotta lock the front door and check the windows.”
She laughed as she quickly made herself naked, then bent over the arm of the sofa, her ass in the air as she waited for him.
She could hear him walking through the rest of his house, latching windows as he went.
“All safe now,” he announced as he walked back into the living room and came to a complete stop. “Fuck me,” he said as he started taking off his own clothes.
“No, fuck me. That’s why I’m standing here like this,” Hail said.
“Oh, I will. I’m coming,” he growled as he moved toward her, shirt, jeans and shoes flying wherever he happened to toss them.
“Brace yourself!” he warned as he came up behind her and slid his hand beneath her to lift her lower body up toward his face as he went to his knees.
He didn’t stop his forward motion, he just changed height as he buried his face in her pussy from behind.
He groaned so deeply, Hail could feel the vibrations from his body against hers.
His tongue plunged in and out of her, as she struggled to capture it with the muscles inside her channel.
He withdrew his tongue, then lifted her a little higher so he could angle his head enough to flick at her clit with the tip of his tongue, before swiping it up her slit and across the tightly clenched seal of her ass.
Then just as quickly she was catching her breath because he dropped her as he got to his feet behind her, lined up his cock with her hungry pussy and slid all the way inside her on his first, forceful stroke.
“Oh, fuck, Titus,” she panted, pushing back against him.
“I am, baby. I am. You holding on?” he asked.
“Yes. Give it to me,” she said.
He grasped her hips from behind and pulled himself out of her depths only to plunge back in.
Then he did it again, faster, pulling her onto his cock each time he drove himself into her, and pushing her off himself almost to the point of leaving her body completely before shoving his way back in again.
The harder and faster he fucked her, the louder and more expressive she became.
Her pheromones were so heavy around them that if he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn she was mating him.
The only thing he wanted more of was her taste, but for now he’d have to settle for licking his lips as a reminder, because there was no way his Lion would allow anything other than finishing inside her, filling her with so much of his come that it spilled out of her and onto his floor.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard for so long that you’ll need help getting up off the floor when we’re done.”
“If I can get up off the floor when we’re done, then you didn’t do it right,” she snapped.
His Lion snarled, then doubled down, fucking her harder.
She started giving little whimpers each time the head of his large, gnarled cock slammed into her cervix and he wondered if he was hurting her.
“Hurts?” he asked.
“Not enough,” she answered, reaching between her legs to grab at his balls as they slapped against her ass. She squeezed them tight, not rolling them, just squeezing, to keep him from pulling out as much as he had been.
He let go with one hand and slapped her ass. “Bad girl,” he rumbled.
“Nothing but,” she said. “Now, I thought you were going to make me come.”
“I’m coming first. Then you’ll have your turn,” he said, forcibly removing her hand from his balls so he could go back to trying to fuck her through the sofa.
He let himself go, allowing his Lion to take over again, and it wasn’t long before she was screaming in pleasure as her pussy clamped down on his dick, refusing to let go until her orgasm had wracked every nerve ending in her body.
Titus roared, literally, the same exact roar his Lion made to let his Pride know he was on his way. The sound was deafening, but all it did to Hail was send her into a shivering, quivering mass of need.
“More,” she whimpered.
Titus’ claws extended from his fingertips, making slight puncture marks on the outsides of her hips as he picked her up from behind, impaled on his dick as it shot rope after rope of hot come deep into her body. He didn’t break stride, continuing to stroke into her as his cock began to swell.
With her seated on him and facing away from him, he stood leaning back just enough to keep her balanced on him, his cock swelled so much that it began to be uncomfortable as he bounced her on its length.
The slender, pointed red tip, a throwback to his Lion, that he’d always been told would extend from within the head of his cock to impregnate his mate, extended, prodding against her cervix as it began to release its own stream of come, meant to mark her, and to make sure a baby was left in her womb so that any other male would be deterred from even looking in her direction.
“Oh, my God,” she rushed out.
“Don’t move,” he warned.
“I’m so full,” she rasped.
“You love it, don’t you?” he asked.
“So very much,” she said, trying to open herself to whatever was prodding the deepest parts of her.
“There, right there, don’t move,” he said, starting to move his hips in short little jerking motions that kept him buried inside her, but urged the slippery, pointed part of him to nudge itself just a centimeter or two inside her.
She moaned, her eyes fluttered closed, and she ground herself on him, taking him even deeper. “Don’t stop,” she begged, seated on his cock, her legs dangling on either side of his thighs where she was powerless to everything other than submitting to anything he decided to do.
“Not a fucking chance,” he said.
“Want to come while you’re taking it like this?” he asked, his fingers squeezing her hips again.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Rub that pussy for me. Lick those fingers and rub your clit, make that pussy shiver and squeeze me again.”
“Mmhmm, mmhmm, yes.” She sucked on her fingers, then reached down and started stroking her clit in quick little back and forth motions, the whole while just barely swiveling her hips enough to feel whatever it was prodding at her in a way she’d never experienced before.
“It’s so good,” she whispered as his breathing quickened.
“That’s it, baby. Feel it building?” he asked.
“It’s swelling. It’s getting harder,” she said. “Oh, God, it’s so good,” she said, starting to stroke her clit faster.
“Come for me. Come and scream my name when you do,” Titus ordered, pushing himself into her as much as he could with his cock swollen inside her.
She started keening, then let her head fall forward to watch herself rubbing her clit. She realized she could see his balls drawn up tight beneath her and reached for them with her other hand, squeezing them rhythmically as she stroked her clit with her other hand.
“Oh, fuck!” he growled.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to come, Titus.”
“Do it, do it now!” he rumbled.
Her head dropped back and she began a long, slow scream, her pussy quaking, its muscles milking him as he roared again, and filled her once more, the pointed tip torturing her cervix, spilling its seed against and just barely inside the mouth of her cervix.
She collapsed against him, her body lying back against his chest, her chest rising and falling in great, deep breaths as she experienced an ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her entire life.
Titus wrapped a hand around her waist, holding her to him as he made his way around the sofa to fall onto it.
Once he was lying down, she relaxed against him.
His hands ran up and down her body, stroking her skin, pinching her nipples.
“When the swelling goes down, I’m fucking you all over again, from the front this time.
I want to see your face when I make you come. ”
She nodded. “Want to see your dick sliding in and out of me.”
“Oh, fuck, baby. We might die here.”
“So fucking worth it,” she said.
They lay there quietly for a few minutes before she regained enough clarity to ask about what she’d felt. “What was that prodding at me, deep inside.”
“My dick,” he said.
“No, that was not just your dick. I’ve felt enough of them to know.”