Navarro's Promise - Lora Leigh [69]
And his Mica deserved nothing but pleasure. Nothing but the sweet cries of hunger that spilled from her lips as he felt the walls of her cunt grip and flex around the head of his dick as it penetrated her fully and began to make way for the heavy shaft.
Thick and pulsing, the heavy veins standing out in stark relief beneath the darkened flesh, his cock ached like a wound. It was all he could do to keep from taking over, to keep from taking her fully and pounding into her.
The need for just that was ripping through him as she’d barely taken two inches of the length.
“Navarro. Oh God. I need you. I need you so much,” she whispered, barely able to speak, let alone breathe as he finally slid inside her halfway, stretching her until she felt on fire, burning with the rippling pleasure surging through her.
She could feel her cunt flexing, rippling with need as instinct had the muscles rippling around him, sucking him in deeper as though desperate to milk every inch of his cock inside her.
“Take me, Mica,” he groaned against her, his head lowering as Mica stared unseeing at the canopy of evergreens above them.
She felt secure, so heated and warm. The engorged strength of his erection penetrated her by slow degrees as Navarro allowed her to take him at her leisure, at her pleasure.
His body strained, the tension evident in the corded strength of his muscles against her as she felt the wicked nip of his teeth against her shoulder, then a slow, erotic lick over the mark he had left on the flesh between her neck and shoulder earlier.
Each rasp of his tongue over the abrasion had her jerking in his hold, her hips writhing against the impalement of his cock as streaks of sensation whipped from the bite mark to her womb, clenching it violently.
Tension rose inside her. The need to feel him thrusting hard and deep inside her obliterated any other thought that may have threatened to penetrate the ecstatic pleasure surrounding her.
Whimpering with rising need, Mica fought the jeans at her ankles until one leg slipped over her ankle, pushing her shoe from her foot, allowing her to part her legs farther, to wrap them around his hips and find the position needed to allow her to take him more fully.
It was like climbing through flames to reach the explosive center of the sun. She was burning, on fire from a pleasure so intensive, so extreme it was nearly unbearable.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, using his hips as leverage, she lifted, rising along the stiff stalk as incoherent whimpers left her lips. His hands clenched on her ass, helping her lift as rapid-fire ecstasy began to throb in her womb, her clit.
Poised at the crest, Mica opened her eyes, her lips parting at the savage pleasure in Navarro’s expression. Black eyes narrowed and glittering with wild intensity, lips pulled back from his teeth in a feral grimace.
“Slow,” he growled as she fought against his hold, desperate to feel him shoving inside her, taking her with the fierce, hard strokes she was beginning to crave.
“No. Harder,” she demanded fiercely, but she was willing to beg.
A hard growl tore from his chest as his head jerked forward and lowered, his teeth biting into the shoulder he bared by stretching the loose neckline to the side.
Mica shuddered violently as she bore down on the heated erection piercing the entrance to her pussy. Pleasure raced through her like a wildfire fever. It pierced her womb, her clit, the sensations racing up her spine and spreading through her body with a rush of heat intense enough to steam the air around them.
Her pussy clenched on the engorged head of his cock, the width of it stretching her with a shock of fiery sensation that was both pleasure and pain.
Bit by bit, he allowed her more. Inch by inch, slipping inside her, as Mica felt her flesh giving beneath the iron-hard erection pushing into her.
She struggled against him, needing more, and needing it harder. She wanted those