Free Bound To The Beast by Alexx Andria Page B

his wicked tongue wrought on my body. Before long I was crying out, mindless with the pleasure as it sizzled and snapped, clenching every muscle in a spasm so powerful it was near to pain. “Ohhh God,” I sobbed, my knees wobbling as pleasure buffeted my body with cresting waves that I never imagined possible. He rose from his knees and firmly turned me so that I faced the sink.
    “Hold on ,” he instructed and I gripped the porcelain with shaking fingers. I was dazed from what I’d experienced, still in a pleasure haze, when I felt his cock nudge aside my slick folds . B efore I could utter a word, he slowly impaled me on his length. I was shocked by the sheer girth as he stretched me fully, buried to the hilt with his massive member. I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t terribly experienced either. One thing was for sure, I’d never been penetrated by anything as large as what was inside of me that moment. And, oh God, it felt so good. I knew with a certainty that this total stranger had just ruined me for other men .
    “Yesss,” he hissed, his large hips bracketing my hips as he pumped into me . A low growl followed and I shuddered, loving the primal sound of it. There was something animalistic about what he was doing to me that caused me to shake with uncontrollable lust, something I’d never imagined feeling. This was what it felt like to be ravaged. And I liked it. God, how I liked it.
    It was dirty and raw; primal and nasty. He was ramming his cock into me so hard it jarred my entire body. My breasts bobbed with each thrust and suddenly, his hand buried itself in my hair, wrenching my head back. I cried out in pain and pleasure, the sudden movement causing me to writhe and beg for more. I didn’t know his name but somehow I felt as if I knew him. It was nuts — beyond nuts! — but I felt an answering call in my soul that was connected to my groin. We were joined in more ways than our bodies and it was scary yet exhilarating at the same time. I didn’t care about the how or why; I just wanted to lose myself in sensation. He fucked me within an inch of my life. I was raw and shaking, quivering with the building pleasure as it barreled down my nerve endings, taking no prisoners as another orgasmic wave slammed into me. And then he growled again right before sinking his teeth into my neck near my shoulder. I yelped but endorphins were flooding my brain, washing away the pain and replacing it with bone-melting pleasure.
    It was several moments before his thrusts stopped completely and he withdrew his spent cock from my dripping channel. I stumbled away from the sink, breathing heavy as I feared I would embarrass myself and fall to the floor. C olor rode his high cheekbones and the dim light created shadows on his face. He tucked his enormous cock away and his stare strayed to where he’d bit me. My cheeks flared as I remembered what he’d done and I rubbed at the sore spot.
    “You will come to love the bite,” he said, reaching down to grab my ruined blouse and hand it to me. I accepted the torn shirt and struggled to make it appear as normal as possible. His eyes glittered with possession as he watched me dress. I felt exposed and vulnerable, not to mention confused about what had just happened. I mean, I knew what had happened — he’d given me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life — but I was still not quite sure how he’d managed to do it without me screaming my head off. And what the hell did he mean, I would come to love the bite ? Like this was going to happen again? As far as I knew one night stands in dingy bathrooms were not an invitation for a relationship. Besides, just because he was pretty talented in the sex department, didn’t mean I wasn’t still thinking he was crazy. And I didn’t date crazy. It was one of the few deal-breakers I still held onto. He held his hand out to me. “Come.”
    “Sorry, but this was a one-time thing,” I said, trying to sound casual but my heart was