The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 130: Chapter 130

“If we do this, we are starting something you may not want, Annalia,” Lance said, voice thick with his Tiger.
The beast wanted to shred him for even giving her an out but fuck his animal. Annalia had a right to know exactly what she was getting into. His beast was possessive, ornery, and he wanted her more with each passing minute.
Annalia smiled then. Her grin so real and wide, honest, and open, he felt his heart thump, thump, thump inside his chest.
Lance pounced. There was no other word for it, really. He wrapped her in his arms, spinning her around and crushing his mouth over hers.
Shivers of arousal zoomed up and down his spine at the slightest touch. But this, this was so much more than that. Lance was hot and hard, and so fucking ready for her, he fucking ached. His body trembled like a green cub as she pushed his sexy gray sweats out of the way. Her small hand closed around his hardened shaft, and he went cross-eyed at how good she felt around him.
“Need to be in you,” he grunted the words.
Then he had her pressed so tightly to his body he could barely breathe. Who needed air, anyway? Lance started kissing her again, and it was amazing. Anna moaned, but the sound was lost in his mouth. He swallowed it down, devouring her. With claw-tipped fingers he cut the bustier from her body.
“I am sorry,” he apologized.
Why was he apologizing?
Like seriously, he just wanted to get the fucking thing off already. Lingerie was sexy, but nothing compared to Anna. Her body was a wonderland he could not way to discover for himself. Cupping her sex, he growled and nibbled her neck, loving the feel of her nails as she clung to his shoulders.
“I’ll buy you another set. I’ll buy you a hundred. Just need to touch you.”
For a moment, Annalia thought Lance was going to stop his sensual assault and apologize for what had transpired earlier that night.
Talk about a mood killer, and Anna really didn’t want to talk about that now. She did not want to think of Lance with other women, especially not that female who had her paws all over him.
All Anna wanted was for him to keep doing that thing he was doing with his mouth. Oh wow. Yes.
“Yeah, that. Keep doing that. THAT RIGHT THERE!”
“Anything you want,” he told her, and she was flying so high, Anna did not even care she’d spoken aloud again.
“Oh god,” she tossed her head back as his lips found her chest.
Capturing her nipple in his hot mouth, he tugged on the tiny bud, scraping it with his fang. Anna held on to his arms, trying desperately to bring his mouth back to her other breast. As if he could read her mind, he was there a moment later, and her pussy dripped cream down her thighs.
“I can scent your need. Like chocolate cherries and spice. So fucking good. So mine,” he pressed her down into the bed, and she went willingly.
Nodding her head jerkily, Anna moved back onto the plush comforter, feet down, and knees high. Lance’s eyes glowed with his Tiger as they raked over her naked body.
Modesty had no place here. Not between them. Lance placed his gigantic hands on the insides of her knees, then he pressed them apart. Cool air danced along her overheated flesh.
“Look at you, so pretty and pink,” he growled and licked his lips. “So perfect.”
Holy shit.
He was looking at her down there, staring at her sex like it held the answers to the universe, and fuck, if that didn’t move her another step closer to coming. Bending forward, eyes locked on hers, Lance dropped an open-mouthed kiss right on her pussy. Growling with hunger, he lapped at her sex until Anna saw stars.
“Want you to come on my tongue, Anna,” he growled and ran his fingers along the seam of her sex.
Fuck, yes, She wanted that too. Anna couldn’t talk. She only nodded. Lucky for her, Lance was not finished talking.
Thank god.
He spread her cream around, using his thumbs to massage her sensitive lips before spearing her on his middle and index finger.
“So wet for me, baby. Good girl. Taste like heaven,” he growled and licked her from her forbidden hole to her clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth while he stretched her with his digits.
“Oh god, yes,” she moaned.
“Want you to be mine, Anna. Want that?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Mine,” he growled, licking, and sucking harder.
Her heavy breathing filled the air, but again, this was not because of Anna’s asthma. She didn’t need her inhaler. No, what she needed was to come.
Fuck, she pushed against his mouth.
The stinging invasion of yet another finger filling her gave her just the edge she needed. He sucked her clit, hard, harder, all the while fucking her with his fingers. She was going to come any second now.
Please, please, please come, she begged herself.
Her body worked in tandem with his. Striving, pursuing, chasing down her release.
“Gonna fill you with my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you so good, you just have to come first,” he growled.
Anna lifted herself up on her elbows. She watched him eating her pussy. Met his gaze as he lifted his face, mouth coated with her juices.
Lance held her stare, lapping at her clit in long, broad strokes. Faster and faster.
So fucking hot, she thought and pressed her pussy against his tongue, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts.
Yes, more, yes, harder.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, and her mind went numb.
All she could see, breathe, hear was him as he sucked and licked her clit. His thick fingers pushed in and out of her sheath, bringing her orgasm to fruition.
“Now, now,” she ground herself against him. A deep, throaty moan was ripped from her lips.
Anna’s entire body was on fire with pleasure. Then he was sliding up her legs, pressing them wide, crawling up the bed. His big cock in his hand, he placed the tip between her legs, kissing her soaked entrance with his mushroomed head.
“Watch me push inside you,” he growled, “Look at us, Annalia.”
Fuck, she loved that he called her by name.
She reared up on her elbows, watching as he pushed his thick cock into her slick heat. He felt so good.
Her body was stretched like a rubber band, so tense, so tight. Any second now she was going to snap apart.
“I’ll hold you together,” he growled against her neck, “Never let you go.”
“Lance!” she yelled as sensations she’d never felt before spiraled down her body. “Please.”
She begged for things she didn’t even understand. Her body was trying to tell her something, and she wanted to give it to herself. To have him all for herself. Yes, that’s what it was.
The steel length of him stroked her inside, so much thicker, longer than his hand. He slid even deeper, coaxing reactions from her she’d never felt. Anna thought she’d reached heaven before, but she was wrong.
How could she have when his cock was only now sliding along her g-spot? That incredible appendage rubbed her so good, filled her exactly right, drove her into another wave of rapturous bliss.
Her small nails cut into his shoulders as she lifted herself up, encouraging him to move faster. With her legs tight around his waist, she forced him to go deeper.
“Fuck,” he growled, “don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me. I want more, Lance, I want it all,” she demanded.
And he gave it. Fuck, did he give. Lance roared, his Tiger glowing from his eyes as he pounded into her. The stretching of her walls as she tried to encompass his thick length burned so damn good.
The feelings spiraling through her were too delicious for words. His body was a finely tuned machine. When his lips were within reach, she caught them with her own, reveling in the meeting of lips, tongues, and even teeth on sensitive skin.
Sweat coated their bodies, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in the cabin. This was not the sweet and tender lovemaking she’d envisioned when she’d first seen him. This was rough and raw, and she loved every fucking second of it.
“Now,” he growled, closing his jaws over her skin.
Sharp pain shattered her bliss, but was soon replaced by an orgasm so explosive, she actually saw stars. Whole universes, in fact. All of them dying and being born in the space of an instant. A scream tore from her throat, echoed by his resounding roar as Lance arched his back.
Hot jets of cum filled her pussy until it was dripping down her thighs, but still he rocked his hips, and her orgasm went on and on. Aftershocks rippled through the two of them for several minutes. Anna was speechless, breathless. Hell, all she could do was hold him in place.
Soul-deep pleasure was not something she was used to. Fucking hell, she was surprised she even recognized it.
But this was it, Anna thought with an exhausted grin.