Chapter 19 #2
Before I can rebut, Lowell lunges at my chest with his mouth agape, capturing my nipple between his lips. He sucks feverishly while pinching the other between sharp claws, hollowing his cheeks rough enough to leave bruises.
Air is sucked out of my lungs, my fists clenching at the sudden wave of pleasure.
My lips part each time Lowell’s razor-sharp teeth graze my flesh, the sensation raising my hips to beg for an ounce of friction.
The area where my skin meets his mouth tints pink, a darker shade deepening where his fangs press harder.
At my whimper, Lowell bites down, drawing blood. Abstaining from licking at the wound, he kisses it sweetly instead.
I shiver when he blows cold air over the saliva-dampened skin, his hot tongues radiating heat from their proximity.
“Still not as rough as I’d like. What, are you afraid you’ll kill me?” I goad, my chest heaving up and down while my head grows hazy.
Lowell glares at me, his pupils obscuring most of his amber iris.
“This isn’t for you, it’s for me, so shut up and let me enjoy it.
Be patient for once,” he barks, his tone more animalistic than before.
From where I lie, it’s clear that his instincts have almost fully taken him over.
He’s trying desperately to claw back his sanity.
That strike to his face got him this worked up, huh?
I lift my tongue to the roof of my mouth, biting a pleased smile.
“What’s with that look?” he bellows, one side of his upper lip curling into a snarl.
I want to see him lose control.
Lunging forward to grab his lower lip between my teeth, I drag him towards me to the ground. “It doesn’t take much to get you acting like a greedy, idiotic animal,” I tease, my words muffled.
I release Lowell’s lip with a pop, the muscles in his arms tensing to match the pulsing veins in his face and neck. He restrains himself by grabbing fistfuls of the blanket beneath us, tearing it with his claws.
“The only reason your mouth should be open is to scream my name,” he grunts, slightly taken aback. His voice is hoarse.
With a long, languid lick, he sloppily swipes his tongues from my collarbone to my chin. He groans and snorts loudly while he grinds into my leg, exaggerating as if to poke fun at my previous insult. He plants an open-mouthed kiss on my lips, then another on my cheek and neck.
Lowell seems more feverish than before, and the sounds of the blanket tearing between his fingers are proof of his slow and steady undoing.
He likes being teased, I muse to myself, unable to hide a smile as Lowell brushes his lips over the ticklish spot beneath my chin.
He fumbles with the buttons on my pants, large hands unable to perform the delicate movements necessary to remove the circular metal from the small hole.
I hear him curse against my neck before he eventually yanks my pants beneath my butt with brute strength.
A singular button pops off and lands somewhere in the tent with a thunk.
A stuttered gasp catches in my throat. The light grazes of Lowell’s knuckles against my hips have me white-hot.
He grunts in frustration as he tugs at the fabric again, ripping my pants off completely with such vigor that I’m lifted off the ground. He throws my pants against the tent in anger, turning his focus to my exposed panties.
“Fuck those stupid fucking government-issue pants,” he grunts, looping his fingers around the waistband of my underwear to pull them down. I gasp at the abruptness, my bare groin suddenly exposed to the air.
I’m now completely nude under Lowell. Fully exposed without a strip of fabric for modesty. I know that trying to cover myself with my hands again is useless.
Lowell’s attention drops to the space between my legs. His tongues run over his lips, leaving behind glistening saliva.
“What a nice sight,” he says with a smirk and a chuckle.
Pressing a single finger at the top of my pussy, his drool slops onto my abdomen and hips.
“Wow. Such a needy little human, hmm? After all that slander and you’re like this,” he tuts.
Pressing down, he drags a finger through my folds, humming at the base of his throat once his claw reaches my opening.
“You’re so wet,” Lowell breathes with a crooked grin. “Are you really that eager to be fucked? You’re such a damn slut when you’re not busy being a frigid puritan.” He pants like a dog.
I roll my eyes with a gentle pout. “You flatter me with such kind words, Lowell.” Flashing him a sultry smirk, I wag my hips from side-to-side. “I’m only eager to see if it’ll fit — as you said, ‘split me in two.’”
Lowell’s scoff is throaty. “I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry, sweetheart.”
The sound of a hastily pulled zipper fills the space around us, the palpable, steamy atmosphere so thick it could be cut. Shimmying down his pants and drawers, his cock springs out from the fabric, glistening with moisture.
It looks even bigger than before. I gulp. Maybe he will split me in half.
Placing his erection atop my groin, Lowell taps the bumpy head against my clit, thrusting it along the spread of my wetness and into his pooled saliva, mixing the two.
“Oh, Goddess,” I whine.
He hums, rocking himself against me. “Stay relaxed, sweetheart,” he coos.
I nod with a trembling exhale, allowing Lowell to lift my hips closer to the base of his groin.
His slick, hot cock digs into the inside of my thigh, the girth nearly as wide. With his opposite hand, Lowell positions himself at my entrance, running the head up and down my folds as he hisses out a breath.
My stomach dances, the anticipation ricocheting my heart around my rib cage.
“Please hurry, Lowell,” I whimper, my voice not sounding like my own.
Lowell’s pupils flash to tiny slits, the breadth of my desire reflected in his eyes. He presses the head of his cock against me while jutting his hips forward, the large tip straining against my tight entrance.
The bumps beneath his crown create a lovely, decadent friction as he continues his stuttered thrusts, slowly stretching me to fit him.
“I’m almost in, sweetheart,” he says, stroking my hipbone gently with his thumb.
When we lock eyes, my muscles become liquid, welcoming the first inch of him inside with gentle, coaxing squeezes.
“Oh, you liked that?” he taunts, scraping my skin with his claws.
I pinch my lips, tucking my chin disapprovingly. “Shut up! I’m trying to stay relaxed… you’re massive.”
The smuggest, filthiest smile paints his face. “I can’t wait to make that sour little face cry when you come.”
My jaw flies open as an “Ah!” leaves my mouth, my lips curling with a smile.
Tossing me a wink, Lowell pops his hips forward, his cock sinking a third of the way in. His forehead wrinkles with concentration, the saliva falling from his mouth a sign that he’s nearing the capacity of his control.
I caress the tops of his hands as they remain tight to my waist, tilting my head to see where we are joined. The visual of his massive cock spreading me to my physical limit set me on fire, allowing Lowell to slide in deeper.
“Fuck,” he growls, squeezing his eyes shut. “You’re really turned on. It’s going right in.”
I run my fingers over his exposed shaft, making him shudder. The muscles in his chest and neck strain, the strings pulled so tight they quiver.
“Go deeper. I can take it,” I urge, despite not knowing if I really can.
Lowell swallows hard, opening his eyes to sear me with a heavy gaze.
As I’m lifted, my back drags against the bedroll so that only my shoulders touch the ground. A moan slips from my mouth as I take him in another inch, my pussy caressing him tightly as I arch my back.
Lowell bucks against my hips using his entire body weight. A breath catches in my throat at the pinch of pain from being slid farther down the expanse of his length, the suddenness having my legs go rigid.
When he bottoms out to the flared base, his entire cock burrowed inside, he grins cheekily. Bobbing my hips up and down with quick and hard thrusts, our bodies collide with loud slaps.
“Lowell….” I whine, furrowing my brows as pleasure rips through my core.
My body quickly adapts to his foreign shape and size, the sharp pain from before softening to a snug, comforting fullness.
At the risk of sounding love-drunk, it’s almost as if he’s molded himself to me, filling every curve and open space with friction.
“I’m going to move now. Tell me if it’s too much,” He whispers in my ear, slowly pulling his hips back.
Before I can register his words, he snaps his hips to mine with a grunt. Stars flash in my vision as I go dizzy, my braid smacking the ground each time Lowell drives himself into me.
The nodules along his crown and shaft brush against my G-spot, leaving no inch of me untouched. With each of his thrusts, I pull my legs closer together around his slim waist until we are solidly connected at our hips.
My abdomen distorts and domes as the head of his cock pounds against soft walls. I adjust my lower half to grind myself on his soft underbelly, the cluster of nerves desperate for attention as he fucks into me.
Hovering, Lowell crashes his mouth to mine in a heated frenzy. He spears my lips with his tongues, licking the inside of my mouth as he ruts into my pussy with a reckless rhythm.
Moans and grunts slowly grow louder, thrusts bordering on painful. His claws break the top layer of skin on my stomach as he loses himself in pleasure.
My mind melts each time his cock kisses my cervix, the grooves and texture of his shaft against my walls dissolving my coherence. His narrow tip easily glides past my entrance with every thrust, the girth stretching me taut until I feel like I’m going to break.
I utter a shaking moan when his hips slap against mine so hard I choke, unable to control the noises coming from my mouth.
“You’re taking it so well,” he says softly, the words coasting over my lips. “So good.” He barely finishes the words before swallowing me whole once more in an earth-shattering kiss.