ADULT EXCERPT

There was one thing for sure, if they were going to do this, there would be no sappy crap going on. He’d scratch her itch, get his scratched, and that would be the end of it. He grasped her shoulders and lowered his teeth to her neck, biting in a show of dominance. She shook harder, which only served to urge him on. “It’s going to hurt, I mean…since you’ve never done it before.”

She nodded. Her cheek feathered against his.

“Turn around.” He knew it came out as a growl but couldn’t feel guilty when she swiveled like a well-trained pet. He prodded her forward and then into the V-berth.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Her breath hitched, he wasn’t sure if in fear or in desire, but when she lifted that perfect nut-brown rear the scent of her want hit him like a smack in the face. Pink folds glistened from between dark-brown curls. He’d hoped just to plug her and be done with it, but his finger reached out and stroked at her petals. She tucked her tail under in surprise and his hand shot out and sharply slapped her right butt cheek. “Arch up to me.”

The pink outline of his hand showed up on her buttock and he felt a twinge of guilt, but she did as he said, moaning lightly when he stroked his fingers over the mark. Something about her brought out both his most vicious and most gentle reactions, and he felt completely out of control of both.

He widened her stance with his hands, pushed her shoulders down to the bed. His fingertips found her again. The slick folds of her entrance welcomed his forefinger.

She gasped at the intrusion, stiffening, then melted softer and pressed her hips back into him.

An unexpected smile formed on his face. “You like that?”

In response, she gave a high-pitched pant. He pressed another finger in after the first, fitting snug inside her untouched pussy. A glimmer of the importance of what they were doing occurred to him, but he pushed it to the back of his mind. She wanted meaningless sex with a virtual stranger, and he’d give it to her, and good.

Her little mewls came closer together and she shifted her hips in little circles. The movement was unbearably hot, and he lowered his lips to her entrance, removing his damp fingers and replacing them with his tongue. He lapped at her opening, then lower to her tiny clit. Raider had never been one to go down on women. He hadn’t really seen what was in it for him, but Sophia tasted like honey and bitter apple. Her little muscles clenched and quivered against his lips and mouth.

Her cries ratcheted higher and he drew away and reared up behind her. If she was going to come it would be while seated on his cock. He lowered his jeans to his knees and leaned forward but pulled back again and took his jeans off entirely. He wanted to feel every inch of her skin when she screamed.

He placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her body. There was no way he was going to fit without ripping her practically in two. He placed a hand on her hip to steady her and pushed slowly forward just as she reared back to meet him.

Her scream tore through the berth, and he froze. Raider had always thought he’d like to make a female cry out this way. The others on the ship always seemed to. But a sharp stab of regret started at the base of his neck and sliced down his chest. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to pull out. He held her ass tight in one hand, letting her get used to his girth inside her.

He stroked a long trail down her spine, petting and calming her. Her body relaxed a fraction, and her core softened on him. Part of him wished he could stop, pull out, but that kindness wasn’t in his nature. He pushed forward again, pausing when she yelped again. “Reach down and touch yourself.”

“I…I don’t know…” She sounded scared as shit. He grabbed her hand in his own and placed it over her mound. He ground her fingers into her clit, feeling her juices coat both their hands. Her little moans rose up again, and she neared the precipice once more. He lifted back onto both his arms and snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.

She screamed again, but this time it sounded like more in desire than pain. Her hand worked frantically.

He pulled back and sank forward again, ripping a fresh cry from her chest. He kneaded her ass, trying to keep his thrusts short and gentle. Raider curled over her body, nipped her neck, then nibbled higher to her ear.

She turned her head, seeking his mouth with her own.

He sucked at her tongue before rasping. “I’m going to have to go harder now. I don’t want to hurt you.”

The skin at her shoulder shone with sweat, and she nipped his lower lip quickly before saying, “Maybe I want you to.”

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Raider’s teeth clamped her shoulder and he arched into her with all his strength. He bucked so fast she couldn’t possibly meet him. His mouth sucked at her neck, her jaw, her nape. His hands traveled her breasts and then lower.

He pulled away the fingers she’d been using to pet herself and pinned her hands up over her head, pounding harder now that he had her completely at his mercy. His one leg came up under her own, stretching her wider so that his each stroke filled her to bursting. Her newly-torn tissues ached and burned deliciously at his thrusts, but without the hand at her front, the pain was starting to outpace the pleasure.

“Please…”

He nuzzled her neck as he plunged again, this time more slowly, but deeper. “I like the sound of that. Please what?”

Sophia struggled to put to words what she needed. “Please give me my hand back.”

His chuckle rolled over her body, filled her quiver with pulsing jolts. “No.”

That thick rod tore into her again.

“You’re hurting me.”

“I thought you wanted me to.”

“But I need…” Her voice was high pitched. She wondered if he would leave her like this, taking his pleasure while not allowing her hers. The thought sent a strike of fear through her veins before his fingers stroked down along her body.

His hand cupped her—possessive and dominant. Her keen rose slowly from her chest as he rubbed at her kernel of sensation. “You need this?” As he said it, he shot forward.

Noises started to escape her lips—his name, various deities, his name spoken like a deity.

“Are you ready, Sophia?” His rasp blew wicked fire at her ear.

“Yes,” she whispered.