Page 51 of Ice King

I wrapped my hand around her throat, pulling her into the heat of my body and onto her toes. She slapped both palms against my chest, shaking her head several times.

As if doing so would stop me. I was too far gone.

The moment I captured her mouth, she stiffened, but as soon as I slipped my tongue past her soft lips, every muscle began to relax.

But the raging current, the hunger that already knew no bounds continued to increase. She rolled her hands up and down my chest, arching her back. I slipped my hand to the back of her neck, allowing my fingers to dig into her skin.

Georgia seemed to enjoy my possessive tendencies, ripping my shirt from my jeans and sliding her hands underneath. Skin on skin was dangerous, bringing out the beast in me. Did she not understand how far I was willing to go, how intense my hunger was? Or maybe she liked it rough and naughty.

She sucked on my tongue, acting as if she was eager and ready to fight me for control. She’d learn that wasn’t going to happen.

Tasting her was sweet and I craved nothing more than taking the time to explore every inch of her body with my tongue. And fingers. And teeth.

However, the urgency to drive my dick deep into her sweet pussy was overwhelming. I wouldn’t be able to wait, including just getting to my truck. So here was where the first time was going to be.

But definitely not the last.

My desire breaking through the surface, I pushed her away, our combined anxious laughter filling the space. Her eyeswere already glassy and she licked her lips provocatively while yanking at my belt.

“Is the lady hungry?” The corners of my mouth quirked upward, more so when seeing her reaction.

Her laugh was unrecognizable. “Famished.”

There was no holding back at this point. Not that we wanted to. We both ripped at each other’s jeans until hers were off.

My jeans were dropped to the floor.

I pitched her against the wall and she fisted my shirt, her laugh even deeper as she stared me down.

With a husky growl, I yanked one of her legs around my hip then the other, tossing aside any additional concept of foreplay.

She was mine. All mine. I had to have her. That was the only thought running through my mind.

When I thrust the entire length of my cock inside her tight pussy, her scattered moans filled the air, sinful yet joyous in the sound. She raised her head toward the cracking wallboard of the ceiling, exposing the long line of her neck and I dragged my tongue along the side. Another sweet taste that boosted even darker cravings.

Her shudder was an enticing reward and the way she clung to me only boosted the very arrogance she seemed to hate. I drove my dick so deeply inside and with so much force I slammed her body against the wall. The fixtures rattled and her eyes opened wide. She wasn’t about to ask me to go easy on her.

She pressed her knees into my legs, holding me in position as I fucked her. Soon, I had one hand on the wall, jutting my hipsforward. The way her pussy muscles clamped around my shaft drove wave after wave of current into my system.

When I rolled onto the balls of my feet changing the angle, her soft lips opened, forming a perfect O. Even her eyelids were now half closed as her fingernails dug indentations into my skin.

I’d wear them proudly, laughing while avoiding answering where I’d gotten them.

No one needed to know we were engaging in sin.

I rocked us both brutally, my usual stamina keeping me going while my mind was all about filling her with my seed. Images of doing so several times were firmly planted in the forefront of my brain. Every time she darted the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip, my wolf growled in response, a sound she adored.

The way she pushed off the wall in trying to maneuver her body closer to mine meant she was ready to orgasm. My hunger exploding, I fucked her roughly, my hips slamming into her as moisture raced down my neck, soaking into my collar. Everything about the moment was wild and free, a reminder I was only partly human.

Why the thought made me happy tonight I wasn’t certain, but it did, even more so as her body began to tense. When her pussy convulsed as a climax swept through, awakening even more need, I enjoyed watching her expressions ebb and flow, changing as the pleasure rolled through her.

A slump of her head indicated she was satisfied, at least for now.

That allowed me to stop being a gentleman after ensuring the woman was pleasured first. My needs were increasing with every second, the vibrations dancing through me becoming visible. Atthis point, nothing and no one could stop me from becoming satisfied.

She stroked my chest, her soft mewls everything I needed to hear. As if rocket fuel was shooting through me, I finally allowed myself to release, filling her with my seed. All while her pussy muscles clamped around my dick, holding me inside.

As I came down from the intense high, Georgia continued to tremble in my hold. I pressed my forehead against hers, both of us sighing in satisfaction while also laughing at the insanity of the moment.