Free Love in Dreams: Rescue by Ellie Saxx Page B

again, this time allowing his slippery girth to stretch
her cheeks wide and his cockhead to pulse against the back of her throat. He’s
gigantic, too big to take completely, but Cass pushes down until she’s past
halfway on his shaft. She works her tongue underneath, slurping noisily as she comes
up for air.
    Collin is unable to stop watching. Cass works up and down
his member, lavishing him with her mouth. She enjoys pleasing him. Performing
for him. Her mouth is full and dripping with her juices and his slippery
pre-cum. It’s only when his balls tense and his abdomen begins to twitch that
she stops and slides forward. She presses her chest against him, working his
girth between her milky breasts until she’s slick with the night’s heady
lubrication.
    Cass continues moving forward until she has Collin’s
shoulders pinned and her ready sex is brushing the tip of his cock. Her nipples
graze his chest as her breasts sway side to side.
    “Ready?” she whispers, taunting him.
    Then she drops her hips and takes his full length.
    They both freeze, Collin fully embedded, and struggle to
process the instant rush of pleasure. Cass feels like a void has been filled.
Collin has stuffed her full, and she never wants to detach from him. She feels
his pulse in his cock. It matches hers, beat for beat. Collin sucks in a huge
breath and starts to throw his hips up, driving deeper, sending sparks of
lust-pain into Cass’s core. She rides him, grinding against his hard abs,
raising and slamming herself down with a fury she’s never known.
    Collin is helpless under her. Cass fucks him like he fucked
her – ruthless, nearly cruel, unconcerned about the speedy rush of sensations
that are sending him high on to a cliff. He squeezes his eyes shut and howls as
he plunges over the edge. Cass feels his cockhead swell huge, and then he explodes
in a rush of hot cum. The first burst fires off deep in her cunt. The second
fills her, and by his third frantic spasm Collin’s seed is seeping out. Cass is
delirious with pleasure. Collin’s hot load triggers her again, sending her into
a whirlpool of dizzy pleasure, and she begins to seize against him as her body
is, for the second time, overcome.
    Collin spasms against Cass a dozen times. She holds her
fierce grip on his shoulders, forcing him to lay prone while she works her hips
up and down and back and forth. Finally, she lifts herself off of him and spins
around, straddling his chest and descending on his quivering rod one more time.
    At the exact moment her lips meet Collin’s cock for a final,
feverish tongue bath, his lips meet her ravaged pussy. He tongues her deep, and
they share in each other’s carnal reverie. Cass cleans her lover with exquisite
care. Collin lashes her with long strokes as he attempts to match her efforts.
He grips her ass and spreads her wide, sucking around her clit until she cries
out once more.
    The pair cannot be separated. They cannot be sated. Their
bodies react to one another like clashing bolts of energy. One comes, and then
the other, each swallowing and sucking and drinking their lover’s essence until
any sense of time or reason or reality fades into oblivion.
     
    ~~~
     
    A harsh light splashed across Cass’s face. Warmth enveloped
her. She was bewildered. Uncertain.
    She slowly opened her eyes. In her mind, she was still
wrapped tight in Collin’s arms.
    In reality, she was bundled in a quilt and splayed out on
the twin-sized mattress in the cabin’s lone bedroom. Sunlight streamed in
through the small window opposite the bed.
    Cass exhaled slowly.
    Pain.
    Her body ached. She performed a quick inventory: Legs, stiff
and tired. Hips, sore, possibly bruised. Her arms still trembled, as if she’d
spent long hours in the gym. Her breasts were tender, her nipples pink and
swollen.
    Her center – her sex – felt raw. And empty.
    “Jesus Christ,” she whispered.
    For a second, Cass thought it had all been real. Preston,
the wolf, Collin, the sex.