Page 49 of Shark’s Pride

“I know.” She finally showed me mercy, lifting an adorable little smile. “Can we go to bed now?” And again with the change of subject. “I’m so relaxed after all this pampering. Thank you for spoiling me.”

Obeying my surging impulses, I swept her legs out from beneath her. She let out a yelp of surprise while instinctively wrapping her arms around my neck. I carried her into the bedroom, meaning to give her a tender kiss before I lay her down on the bed—but the moment I felt her lips beneath mine, the beast inside me roared back to life. Her body called to mine with its perfect, yielding curves. Her passion awoke mine with its needy manifestations: the way she tugged on the ends of my hair and sneaked her tongue between my lips, seeking deeper heat from me.

I followed her down onto the bed as though our bodies were already joined. The thought of being separated, even to go around to the other side of the bed, was unbearable. I was long past the point of desiring her, evidenced in full by my aching, swollen cock. My erection was turning my towel into a tent—a really useless one. My brain and heart were no longer talking for me. The time for all the emotional shit had passed. I was solidly back in my comfort zone—carnal cravings, unadulterated pleasures.

“I need to be inside you,” I growled into the pit of her ear. As she mewled in response, I grinded my hips against hers. But not for long. With a determined snarl, I pushed her legs apart with my knee. “I need to feel you, baby.” Pulling the towel from her body, I tossed it to the ground beside the bed.

“Yes.” She arched her back as I bit into the underside of her breast, then sucked and licked the same spot. I crudely kneaded her flesh while hungrily moving back up to her mouth.

“When are you going to learn I’m not actually asking, baby?”

Abbi tugged the towel off my waist and tossed it off the bed. She stroked my back and ass in greedy desperation. Her nails were exquisite scrapes across my skin as she explored every peak and valley of my torso.

Until she found the courage to venture between my thighs.

Her tentative touches from behind were enough to rip a harsh groan from my chest. Her eagerness was replaced by carefulness, and when I pulled back from our kiss to search her waiting gaze, I couldn’t quite read what I found there.

“What is it?” I rasped, lust scratching my throat like fire.

“I…ummm…”

“Abbigail?”

“I just…well, do you like…that?”

“What’s that, baby? Be specific. There’s very little I don’t like, especially when you’re the one doing it.”

“Me. Touching you. There.”

“I love when you touch me.” I thrust my dick against the inside of her thigh again to illustrate just how much. “I’m so hard for you, Red. I’m fighting the urge to just drive into you.”

“Why?”

“Why? What do you mean, why?”

“Well…I want the same thing.” She held my gaze while whispering it. “Please, Bas. Fuck me. Just do it.”

I choked again, more vocal about it, when she widened her legs in welcome. Ohhh, yes. Little Miss I Swear I Was Just a Virgin planted her succulent pussy directly in line with my cockhead—and then completely blew my mind when gripping my whole shaft and stroking it through her wetness several times.

“Fuuuccckkk. Abbigail.” I grabbed her wrist, but that didn’t dislodge her grip. “You’re playing with fire, girl.” Nearly literally. She held my shaft in a mind-altering squeeze. It was heaven and hell in one excruciating moment.

“Then burn me, Bas. Light me up. I’m dying here.”

Correction.

Now I was in both heaven and hell.

I swatted her hand off my cock. Truly lined myself up at her entrance.

And then thrust forward.

A garbled scream escaped from Abbi. I almost apologized—my size was likely a lot for her to take all at once—but I was past the point of checking my baser instincts. The madman in me took over. I began pumping in and out of her like an animal.

“Shit! Bas!” She wrapped her legs high around my waist while I fucked her harder. I fused our mouths together, stealing her breath as she stole my sanity. I couldn’t get deep enough. I would never have enough of this woman.

I pushed her knee toward her chest, so her foot rested beside my hip. Her channel opened even more for my invasion, which helped me regain a semblance of control. I slowed my pace. One languid slide in and then another back out, almost to the point of leaving her body altogether.

Again.