Read Online Bronto's Revenge: 2 (Barbarian Lust) by Jennifer LaRose - Free Book Online

scream and beg him for
more but within the inhale of her next breath he crawled upward, covering her
with his body. He slid his hand in the small space between them and lowered it
to the sensitive area between her thighs. His fingers replaced his tongue,
reviving the abandoned ache. A pulse beat around his fingertips as they prodded
and circled and pinched and consumed her with pleasure.
    Suddenly the pressure burst and she shattered. Sparkly
lights fluttered through her mind. Her back arched then her tummy jerked and
insides constricted. Clutched in the realms of bliss and magic, Bronto devoured
her mouth and lifted her legs to the outside of her waist. Somewhere in the
midst of the delirious pleasure he guided his organ to her opening and worked
the tip inside. She whimpered behind the kiss, the sound tainted with fear. She
wanted nothing more than to feel him completely embedded in her depths yet the
little portion he inserted stretched her and she wasn’t positive she could take
any more.
    “It’s okay,” he soothed, his rapid breath shooting tiny
puffs of air through her hair above her ear. “Don’t be afraid.”
    She nodded and that was all she could do because he stroked
his fingertips through her sensitive folds and toyed with the bud again. The
tingles were instant, branching to her fingers and toes. The spasms and
constrictions hadn’t even completely stopped before they restarted. Her mind
went blank. She felt as if she were shot into the air and bounced from cloud to
cloud.
    She was floating in a flickering, colorful aura accompanied
by his voice. His gruff, controlled, rugged voice.
    “Hold me, Ivy,” he commanded.
    She slid her arms around his back. At the same time he
captured her mouth with his lips and slipped his tongue between her teeth, he
plunged his hips forward, burying his hard shaft deep inside her.
    “Oww,” she whined, not because it hurt but because she’d
expected it to, and she dug her nails into his flesh while her body continued
to contract and tug at his organ.
    He kissed every portion of her face. “I’m sorry,” he
breathed into her ear. “I’m so sorry.” While patting his lips along her cheek
to her lips, he began to very slowly move his hips back and forth.
    She didn’t know what she felt but it wasn’t pain. Fullness.
Stretching. Deep internal throbs racked her inner walls, pulling and forcing
him deeper.
    She froze to concentrate on his shaft slipping in and out.
The feelings taking place inside her were unbelievably beautiful. They were not
only physical but soul-joining and she felt closer to Bronto than to any other
living human being.
    “Ivy?”
    She opened her eyes. He’d braced himself on his elbows while
his gaze traced her face. His expression was laced with adoration and
compassion and her heart swelled. “Yes?”
    “Are you all right?”
    “Yes.”
    He lowered himself briefly for a nip at her lips. “Pull your
knees to your chest so I can deepen the penetration. I’m not completely inside
you yet.”
    Deepen? Oh gosh.
    “It’s not possible,” she hissed through a catch of breath.
    “It is. I won’t hurt you.”
    As she complied, pulling her legs forward and holding them
in place, her insides opened, receiving his entire shaft. And it was the most
fulfilling, exquisite sensation she’d ever experienced.
    It was so intense she gasped.
    “Now you’re feeling it, love.”
    “Yes,” she groaned. She was. But she didn’t want to lie
there holding her legs. She wanted to touch him and taste him and breathe in
his scent. Without another thought she wrapped her legs around his back and
latched on to his forearms.
    Ever so slowly he began pumping his hips, drawing additional
groans from deep in her throat. “Move with me,” he whisper-growled. “When I
push forward, shove yourself against me.”
    “’Kay,” she whimpered, nodding slightly. During the next
insertion she complied, pressing her bottom upward off the ground. And oh dear
mercy she