Wolf Protector by Milly Taiden Page B

point of pleasure. After a moment he dipped wet fingers into her. She groaned and tightened her hold on the sheets. Her hips rocked on his face involuntarily.
    He sucked on her clit while his fingers curled and thrust in and out of her. It took very little for her to go over the edge. Her heart pounded in her ears, each beat a fierce, wild gallop. Tension unraveled inside her, pushing her headfirst into an all-consuming orgasm. She screamed when a wave of pleasure rushed through her.
    Panting like she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs, she blinked the haze of happiness away and looked down to see one sexy Trent jerking his cock; beads of liquid seeped from his slit and slid down the sides. She scooted up on the bed and kept her legs wide open for him. Some kind of non-verbal communication happened. Her insides melted at the blazing look he gave her.
    “Fuck me.” That had not been what she’d planned on saying, but it worked just as well.
    “Baby, what I’m going to do to you is way more than fucking.” He grinned and crawled on the bed, stopping once he’d kneeled between her thighs. He trailed a finger around her pussy, dipped it into her wetness, pulled it out, raised it to his lips, and licked. Blood fizzed and popped in her veins. The man certainly knew how to add kindling to her fire.
    While she watched, he gripped his cock, rubbed the tip on her pussy lips, and coated his shaft with her moisture. He slid into her in a deliberate, drawn-out move. She groaned at the slow torture. She contracted around his thick length with every inch he went deeper inside her. He was big, and he stretched her in a way that made her feel every nerve ending in her pussy sigh in bliss. Once he was fully embedded in her, he lowered, his arms bracketing each side of her and caging her in. Without waiting for his command, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, locking them in place behind his muscular ass.
    Emotions she wasn’t familiar with filled her when he gave her a soft look. He lowered his head, and their lips meshed in a wet tangle of tongues. While he kissed her senseless, he pulled out of her and slammed back in with so much force she was glad she was holding on to his arms. Again he withdrew and thrust into her hard. And she loved it. A fine sheen of perspiration coated their skins and allowed him a smooth glide over her body. In and out he went. She pulled her lips away from his and moaned. Her nails dug into his shoulders while she hung on to him for dear life. The sound of skin slapping, grunting, and moaning filled the room with an erotic melody that increased her pleasure. The musky scent of sex overpowered and incited her body’s arousal.
    “Yes, more,” she pleaded. The coiling tension inside her was near its breaking point, and she needed him to fuck her harder.
    He quickened his thrusts until she could no longer speak and all her focus was to topple into orgasm. Trent stopped, and she growled.
    “What the hell are you doing?” She was going to kill him.
    The bastard just grinned and got on his knees. Still deep inside her, he lifted her off the bed and draped her legs to either side of him. He sat back on his heels and chuckled.
    “Relax, you’ll be calling me god again in about a minute. I’ll take it in English or Spanish, your choice.”
    Erica curled her hands around his neck and dug her nails into the back of his head. His hands held her by the waist, and he lifted and then ground her over his cock. She whimpered at the new sensation of him filling her even deeper. Holding on tight, she rocked her hips on him and moaned with every wave of her body.
    “Oh, my—” Her breath hitched.
    “That’s it, love. Ride me.” He encouraged and pushed her to move faster over him.
    Her movements quickened to an almost-uncoordinated pace. She felt his lips over her neck, licking, sucking, and driving her arousal through the roof. He slipped a hand between her legs and pressed on her clit,