Shannon by Shara Azod Page A

her down on the bed, he kneeled between her legs, looking so desperate it broke her heart to witness it. “I need you. I need to… Shit…” Scrubbing his hands over his face, he looked around the room before returning his gaze back to her. “I need to make sure you’re okay, that you’re safe. I know you are, but baby, I need to be inside you, to be a part of you.”
    She knew the feeling. “I need you too,” she swallowed her pride and admitted. Nothing good could come from denying it anyway.
    As soon as she said it, she was flat on her back, Shannon’s weight crushing her to the bed, his lips taking hers in a storm of pent-up emotion. It was so easy so be swept up in his storm. His fingers stole into her hair, pulling her head back, holding her mouth open for him. Their bodies pressed relentlessly against one another, their sexes meshing through their clothing as they ground against one another. Shay wanted the clothes gone; they only made the needy ache growing in her core worse.
    “There’s no way in hell I can be gentle,” Shannon growled, coming up for air. All the while he was tearing at her clothes.
    So she returned the favor, almost frantic to get rid of anything between them. And just as soon as they were gone, his fingers were probing between her labia, using her own juices to lubricate his way, his mouth seizing her nipple in a sharp, biting suckle.
    Fuck, that hurt! But damn did it feel so fucking good! Her hips rocked with his fingers. How was it possible for a man to unerringly find her g-spot each and every time?
    Needing to drive him just as crazy as he was driving her, she pushed at his shoulders, knocking him backwards so that he lay on his back. With a growl of her own, she took a quick bite on his chest, then moved down to where his heavy sex bobbed angrily in the air, pearls of pre-cum glistening the very tip. There was no way she could take it all in her mouth, but she was damn sure going to try.
    Smiling at the hiss that escaped his lips as soon as her tongue touched his heated flesh, she swirled it around and around before suddenly sinking her mouth as far as it would go down his shaft.
    “Fuck, baby, no I can’t—I can’t take that.”
    And as soon as she had his cock in her mouth, it was gone, and she was on her back, looking up at a man that was teetering on the edge of his control. It was odd how his hunger fueled hers, making her pussy weep in earnest.
    Her thighs parted immediately, accommodating the width of his body. Shannon immediately drove his throbbing length deep inside her in one stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Shay’s back arched completely off the chaise, offering him full access. Without pausing he drove deep and hard, riding her as if this might be the last time they’d ever come together. And Shay thrust back up just as hard, swiveling her hips from underneath him, needing every inch, every stroke. Nothing else mattered but this, his possession. Under his touch she was alive, more than she’d ever been.
    “I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned, but not slowing, not easing his slamming hips.
    It was intoxicating, being taken so brutally, like he wanted to really become a piece of her. Like a man possessed he slammed inside her, over and over again, causing her mind to blank to everything but him, making her moan with abandon at the way she gripped him, hugged him. Sweat dripped from both of their bodies, the rich aroma of unbridled lust heavy in the air. Shay breathed it in, savored every sensation. The fingernails she scraped down his back only spurred him on.
    “Shay, baby, I’m not going to hold on,” Shannon rasped, holding her tight against him.
    “Don’t,” she encouraged. “Please, Shannon, I need you, need this.”
    “FUCK!” Shannon roared, slamming into her one last time with force that knocked her breath away.
    She felt him convulsing inside her, felt his hot sperm flooding deep inside her. It was too much; Shay screamed her own