Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

I grunted like a monster as I pulled away then thrust forward. I cloaked her with my body, giving her nowhere to run as my cock penetrated her over and over.

There were no thoughts anymore.

All I lived and breathed was this woman on all fours and me on top and inside her. The slap of my balls against her clit as I drove inside her made me mad. The slickness of her need and the pounding pain in my dick made me lose that final frontier of humanity.

Giving her my entire weight, my chest pinned her down while my hips lost control and fucked.

I fucked her like an animal.

But I cared for her like a man.

My teeth unlatched from her nape only to reattach on her shoulder. Holding her under me in case she had any ideas of running.

This wasn’t sex.

This was mating.

This was crude and crazy and even slightly cruel, but shit, it was the best thing I’d ever done in my entire life.

And when she moaned and whimpered and her pussy clenched and melted, I couldn’t do it anymore.

My teeth clamped tighter on her shoulder and my hips flew.

I grunted as I speared into her again and again, relishing her screams as her pussy fisted my length, coming over and over.

Only once she’d finished did I let go of whatever control I’d been able to keep.

The sensation of cum ricocheting up my length and spurting into this woman made me black out and all coherency fly from my head. My stomach glued to her flesh as I impaled myself so damn deep inside her, I had no doubt I’d done what nature intended as a man mating with a woman and forced my cum as deep as it would go.

The bands of bliss as I gave her every drop made shooting pains erupt from my chest. I felt everything so intensely.

I didn’t know how long I came for but I blinked into vision as Vesper collapsed beneath me, pressing her cheek against the lichen, her ass still in the air where we joined.

“Christ…” My voice was jacked and shaky. My heart a gong. My head a bowling ball. Falling to my side, I gathered her close, cupping her breast, vibrating in time with her rapid heartbeat.

We lay like that for minutes, panting and still joined below, my front cradling her back. When the lust had left us broken breathing things, slowing returning us to human, I brushed aside her hair and kissed her cheek.

The teeth marks I’d left would most likely bruise, but I hadn’t broken her skin. Even after the best orgasm of my life, my cock hadn’t deflated and the simplest of moves amplified the feeling of still being inside her.

As we calmed, fear filled my overly relaxed state.

What have I done?

What did I do?

How could I treat her like that?

Shakes hijacked my muscles. I sucked in a trembling breath, closing my eyes tight. “Vesper…shit, I’m sorry.”

She sucked in a breath; the noise of dogs splashing upriver was the only sound apart from sparrow chatter in the willow above us.

She didn’t reply.

Panic replaced my fear.

Hoisting myself up onto an elbow, I rolled her onto her back and gazed down. I was terrified I’d find tears and disgust. Mortified and horrified that I’d ruined the best thing that’d ever happened to me.

Only, her face was pink and shiny. Her lips puffy and red.