[Project Nemesis] Jungle Fever by Celeste Anwar Page A

barely restrained power.
                “Armando,
please,” she cried out, “Please fuck me, I need you, please, Armando.  Please.”
                He didn´t move, just
breathed heavily.  Her frustration rose, making her whimper and cry.  She’d
never been so sensually tormented and left wanting more.  Yvonne had never felt
this way before.
                “Armando, please,”
she sobbed, clutching him with desperation.
                She felt his body
start to shudder as he gave in.  His chest vibrated and rumbled like it had
earlier.  This time the animalistic sound turned her on, flooding her with wet
arousal.  He groaned at her wetness, her frustrated begging, gripping her hard. 
Unable to hold back and tease her any longer, his hips jerked against her, and
then suddenly he pulled out and pumped back into her.
                She keened in
pleasure, her body shuddering at his hard thrusts.  His hands raked down her
sides, pulled at her breasts, pinching and grabbing at her nipples.  When his
mouth clamped down on the sensitive bite he´d given her earlier, she lost it.  Her
pussy clamped down on his thick cock.  Her whole body tensed, tingling with
overwork.  Her strained nerves felt like they were frying, overheating her
brain and body until suddenly she came with a gush of pure ecstasy.
                Riotous waves
rocketed through her cunt.  She moaned, backing into him, thrusting her ass so
hard against his hips it smacked loudly in the dimness of the cave.  She ground
herself against his cock, shuddering, quivering inside and out as she rode the
intense culmination to the fullest extent.  Riding and enjoying his hard dick
until he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from her he could.
                Her body slumped
forward in the surge of feeling, her arms weak from supporting her body weight
for so long.  She could feel Armando thrusting into her, but this time she
blacked out.  Her mind couldn´t take it, she collapsed onto the floor, her
climax complete.
                She roused to the
knowledge that she´d probably blown her only chance at escaping from the three
men.  She couldn´t regret what had just happened.  She´d never felt pleasure
like that before.  Her whole body still tingled from her orgasm, and she knew
that she would ache later on.
                She´d never had
sex on a stone floor before.  She´d thoroughly enjoyed it, but she would have
preferred to wake up on a large feather bed.  She shifted slightly and realized
that Armando had pulled free from her and lay beside her.  He was asleep--thank
god for that annoying habit men had of falling asleep after sex.  Closing her
eyes in guilt, she reached to her left, as he was to her right, and her fingers
scrambled at the stones on the floor, she tried to pick one up with the
heaviest weight.  When she´d found one, she held it close to her side, unsure
of how to hit him.  He was lying on his back, his head tilted to the side.  She
needed to knock him out for a long time--she had to get away from the cave and
the other two men who were outside before Armando actually woke up.
                Yvonne lifted her
arm.  With her stomach cramping in guilt, she brought the rock down heavily on
the side of his skull.  He moaned suddenly, but his head slumped forward.  Her
stomach knotted again, had she killed him?
                She let loose a
sob at the thought, then scrambled quickly to her knees, and pushed her head on
to his chest to listen for his heartbeat, when she heard it beat strong and
steady, she started to cry.  She pressed a kiss to his lips, leapt to her feet
and quickly redressed.  She walked to the cave´s entrance/exit, and looked
around, but her eyes were blind in the dark because of the fire she´d just
left.  Hoping that Remy and Rafael didn´t spot her escaping against the
backlight of the cave, she