Hey, guess what? This is the last excerpt from “Betrayed by Desire and Blood”, because the book releases tomorrow (that’s 5/22/14 for those of you visiting from the future).
And to celebrate, ya know what I’m gonna do? I’m going to finish the naughty scene you’ve been reading the past two Crawls. Yep, actual finish, as in “happy ending”, “check please”, “I need a PBJ sammich”. Never let it be said that Corey Tremaine Harper kept a girl hanging.
Copyright © 2014 Corey Harper
Corey Harper Books
He felt bigger than he ever had before. She knew that was impossible, but the thinking part of her brain was drowning in the nonstop waves of the most unbelievable orgasm she’d ever had with him. And that was saying something.
Duncan was motionless inside her, holding firm to her swollen breasts, and nipples so hard they felt like they could cut glass. Every time she thought her orgasm was about to subside, it would plateau a moment, then climb again. The pain was still there, but it was so odd—it didn’t matter, because it somehow became a pleasure so concentrated she had no words for it.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” That was all she could think of.
And then Duncan began to move inside her. The never–ending orgasm became the stuff of legend. She could feel every inch of him inside her tightest opening, every vein, every fold, every aspect of his gigantic swollen head. Again she felt the urge to oust this intruder, but only for an instant.
What had been hottest hot went supernova. She couldn’t tell if her eyes were open; all she could see were bright flashes against a blue velvet backdrop. She couldn’t tell where her limbs ended, where the boundaries of her skin were, where Duncan began. Her whole world both expanded to a nameless universe, and telescoped to that massive, blazing rod inside her.
He eased back, and pushed in, his movements at first slow. She was frozen at the end of him, hanging there in the cold water that seemed to boil around her now. Her legs were so rigid the way they were locked around him, she doubted even his tremendous strength could bend them. She felt his turgid cockhead stroking in and out, forward and back, massaging and caressing inside her. His prominent flare slid like a silken plunderer against her inner tissues, and its hardness felt like it was in her pussy at the same time, the thin wall of skin scarce barrier to the sensations she was experiencing.
And the damn orgasm just kept building. To say it washed over her in waves was like comparing water trickling from a faucet to the crashing weight of a tsunami.
Now he began to move faster. Drawing back, then thrusting forward, his tempo increased. Even though his imposing girth and length resonated across the barrier, her cunt started to feel empty.
The moment she felt it, he sensed it, and his fingers were at the entrance to her pussy. His hand had glided from her breasts down her tummy, between her clenching thighs, and separated her labia. His long second finger slipped between her lips, slick with her essence even under water. Pushing first one, then two, then three fingers inside her quim, he stroked them in and out in rhythm with his impaling shaft.
“Oh my g… g… g!” Her voice was no more than guttural, the power of reason on its way out.
His other hand slid down from her breast. Part of her whimpered from the loss, another part wasn’t sure he’d actually been touching her there, her nervous system was so overwhelmed. He cradled her tummy with that hand, his broad palm spreading to almost cover her entire belly. Holding her thus, he began to move ever faster.
She gasped, her breath catching on the hook of the climbing sensation. His one hand on her belly, the other buried in her snatch, he levered her forward and back along his shaft, sliding in and out of her faster and faster.
She screamed again as another steaming torrent surged from her. Aroma rose from the water’s surface, and boiling fluids gushed over them both from below. So intense, too intense, and yet…
“Harder,” she grunted, her beast coming forth, her muscles thickening, her curves growing even more lush. “God damn you, Duncan, fuck me harder!”
She felt the chuckle in his mind, followed fast by a snarl as his own brute awakened in response to hers, his muscles rippling with the change. He pulled her away from his body till he popped out of her asshole. Just as she was about to scream from the sudden shock, he rammed himself back in, sending her cry to a quick death. She couldn’t breathe. Her heart was exploding in her chest, her ribs hammering, her breasts heaving and swelling even heavier. Now she couldn’t even see the flashes on the blue backdrop; it was all one huge firework. Her brain went somewhere far away, and any thought was impossible. And still…
“Harder! Fuck me, you fucking fucker, fuck me HARDER!”
She had no idea if she had thought that or spoken it. But it got results. She caught some flit from his head about the water density slowing him down, and the next moment they were on the shore. No idea how that happened.
His feet squished in the spongy moss as he carried her away from the water. She was still suspended on him, suspended from him, that iron–hard dick still moving inside her. He held her aloft, her hands flailing behind her, finding his hips. Her sith claws popped forth and she dug in, stabbing his skin, anchoring herself in his flesh. Coppery blood scented the air. He grunted and grabbed her hips, his fingers painful steel against her pelvic bones. She didn’t care.
Just harder. Just more.
His incredible sith strength held her like a rag doll, now pumping her along his shaft like the fuck–toy she delighted in being with him. The concentration of sheer fucking joy she’d felt since she’d asked him to plunge into her with no warning or pause, and he did, took that pleasure–pain somewhere she had never been.
It wasn’t even this universe.
She had released his creature, and it had responded to her urging like the brute it was—mindless, rutting, its descent to pure animal complete. She loved him for it, for allowing her to free that tightly controlled part of him, knowing he would keep her safe even while it hurt.
She sent him the deluge of emotions she was experiencing, and she felt his cock jump inside her in response. He threw back his head and bellowed, crushing her to him, his hands painful and hard across her tender breasts, her silken belly, her engorged pussy lips. Her clit stood straight out, demanding.
He bulged even more inside her, making her cry out, at the same time her claws dug deeper into his hips, her legs tighter, urging him to more. She was squashed against him now, her back to his iron chest, her trembling ass mashed into his groin with every plunge he took.
She rocked her hips, trying to draw him deeper. If this orgasm was to have a crest, she was nearing it now, otherwise she felt she would die from it. This riptide yanked her along, tossing her like flotsam, she helpless in its power, and his. He held her as if she didn’t matter, but like she mattered more than anything she could imagine. Like useless debris, but precious jewels. Like death, but life everlasting.
Every last mote of self evaporated, and she was pure surrender. And in that moment of surrender, she was free. Past, present, future—none mattered. She existed, weightless, somewhere, somewhen, else. A glow expanded inside her mind then. Things previously tethered began to struggle free, things kept captured, indentured, imprisoned. Her mind’s eye looked, and wondered.
What was that?
Duncan’s pace was harsh and unforgiving, and she was afire. Please. Please, Duncan. At the same moment his thumb found her clit, he jammed his teeth to her neck and bit, hard.
She came, but the word gave it short shrift. What had been explosions, fireworks, novae, now became blackest black, and whitest white. Everything existed at once. Nothing had a name.
Duncan engorged to heroic proportions in response to the immense feelings he sensed from her, and began to spurt his seed deep inside her. Somehow through the clouds among which she floated, she felt him come, heard his roar, felt his every molecule ripple and vibrate in sync with hers.
They quivered together, the two of them, a long time. He held her to him, close, close. She melted into him, wanting nothing more in that moment but to shelter inside that massive male body.
Okey-dokey. I really do need a sammich now.
I hope you had fun with the excerpts from Book Two. Next week–yep, you guessed it–we start with Book Three, “Legacy of Desire and Blood”.