Bethany's Rite by Eve Jameson Read Free Book Online

under his shaft.
    He was planning to put that inside her. Doubt and disbelief
rolled through her. Fear started to win the battle against lust, but before she
could move, he gripped her thighs and lifted her off the floor. Her back
pressed against the door, and her hands flew up to grasp his shoulders.
Spreading her legs, he opened her body. He looked at her exposed cunt, and the
planes of his face sharpened with a mixed expression of possessiveness and
want.
    He lifted her higher and stepped into her, pressing her wet
pussy flush to his stomach.
    “Wrap your legs around my waist. Now,” he growled when she
hesitated. His cock prodded her bottom and she squirmed, trying to move higher
and locking her ankles together behind his back.
    He shifted her, his fingers biting into the cheeks of her
ass, until her sex slid along his shaft. She looked down. He wasn’t entering
her, just moving her slowly up and down. His cock started to shine as her
juices spilled out and over him, more each time he pushed her up and then
allowed her to slide back down his length.
    “That’s right, baby. Watch.” The sexy timbre of Wyc’s voice
drove her lust up another level. “Look at how wet you’re getting me. I can feel
your heat, smell your need. The way you’re creaming all over my cock is driving
me crazy.”
    She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the straining head of
his penis trapped between their bodies. The heat of his cock scorched her pussy
and made her whimper in need. Pre-cum beaded out from the slit at the top,
glistening and pearly white.
    Giving in to the urge to taste it, she reached down, wiped
it off with the tip of her finger. As she brought it up to her mouth, the heavy
musk smell of his sex invaded her nostrils, and she realized that he had
stopped sliding her over his cock.
    His chest didn’t move with a breath, his eyes didn’t blink,
his hands didn’t shift from their almost painful grasp where he held her in
place. The only thing that kept him from looking completely frozen in time as
his eyes focused on what she was doing was the ticcing muscle at the side of
his jaw.
    Her mouth curved into a slight smile right before she parted
her lips, slipped her finger inside and sucked. Slowly, she pulled her finger
free.
    “Mmmm,” she hummed, pressing her lips together. Bethany
watched in amazement and alarm as dark lust—wild, fierce and primal—flamed in
Wyc’s eyes.
    His body jerked, bucked once against her and a strangled
noise forced its way free of his throat. His mouth branded hers with a kiss so
violent and base in its taking, she was lost. Completely engulfed by him.
    She felt a release in her soul, heard him murmur against her
lips before crushing them under his again. He positioned one forearm underneath
her butt, rocked his body seductively against hers until her cunt was clenching
with a need to be filled.
    He continued the rocking motion and slid first one, then two
fingers up inside her. Pushing them up until her virgin barrier stopped them.
He pressed against it, and she stiffened from the brief stab of pain. He pulled
his fingers back and began stretching her opening until three fingers were able
to slide inside her.
    It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. The rocking motion
of his cock against her clit overrode the slow burn of muscles being stretched,
and his consuming kisses kept seizing her attention. She twisted her hips,
seeking the release he was building her to. He changed position slightly. A
wave of apprehension rolled over her as she realized he had replaced his
fingers with the hot, smooth head of his cock. Its steady ingress unyielding
and insistent.
    He worked just the head in as he maintained the rocking
motion of their bodies. The fit was tight, and she squeezed him hard, afraid to
move either up or down. She shook with the effort to remain still. The need to
have him fully implanted within her struggled against the overwhelming surge of
emotion and pain at having him invade her