Mated to the Pack
leaves
beside them. His eyes traveled over her, drinking her in, and then
he pulled her back into the kiss, their bare skin boiling so hot it
nearly steamed in the torrent of rain.
    His lips trailed slowly down her neck, and
he lapped at the skin, drinking the water that flowed down her body
in streams. She arched her back, and his head dropped further to
take one of her nipples between his lips. She moaned softly and
cradled his head in her hands, pulling him against her.
    His hands began to caress her breasts,
fondling them gently. His fingers pinched her nipples lightly, and
she gasped.
    In one deft movement, he grabbed her body
and twisted her onto the soggy ground. He scrambled to remove her
shorts, which he dumped atop her tank top in the mud. Then his head
dipped to kiss his way down the curvaceous mound of her stomach,
which quivered with delight.
    His tongue slipped between her labia, warm
and soft, sliding across her clitoris and sending thrilling jolts
of electrifying pleasure over her trembling body. His finger
slipped inside her, curving upward to tease her G-spot as his
tongue worked masterfully on her ever-swelling clit.
    Her whole body quivered with tension. She
wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel herself clenching around
him.
    “Take me,” she pleaded. “Please take
me!”
    Michael freed himself from the constraints
of his shorts, and she eyed his erection with wide-eyed lust. She
licked her lips, wishing for the opportunity to take him between
her lips, but he was just as eager as she to feel the pleasure of
full penetration.
    He grasped his cock and positioned it
between her legs, rubbing it through her glistening slit, gathering
her hot slickness on the head. His eyes captured hers, and she bit
her lip with anticipation.
    She felt the head pressing against her, and
she reached up and grabbed his buttocks, squeezing their muscular
fullness and pulling him into her.
    He entered her in one smooth thrust,
slipping inside her and filling her, plunging so deep she could
swear she felt him within every inch of her body.
    Michael, never breaking eye contact, grabbed
her wrists and pushed them harshly onto the muddy ground above her
head, restraining her. She surrendered herself to him willingly,
matching his thrusts with her own as she began to grind against
him.
    His expression was far more than masculine
eroticism. It was primal, animalistic. As he thrust inside her, his
lip curled into a snarl that thrilled Allison delightfully. His
eyes were wide with some savage hunger for her, and he began to
groan a with a fierceness that resembled a growl.
    Pleasure was mounting inside her. Her flesh
quivered at random points, and she clenched around his cock as he
plunged inside her and withdrew. Her orgasm began to ripple, and
then it swept across her body like a tidal wave of intensity. She
cried out and clawed his back, arching her head backward as her
eyes rolled back into her head.
    “Oh, Michael!” she cried. “Michael,
yes!”
    His voice was low and savage, snarling. He
began to pant, and his head dropped to her chest, his forehead
resting there, rising and falling with each breath she took. He
thrust faster now, and his arms began to tremble. His cock
twitched, and then his thrusting became erratic, his timing lost.
He moaned loudly, and he pulsed inside her, spilling his seed into
her in hot, sticky spurts.
    Finally, his weight collapsed on top of her
as he struggled to catch his breath. His hand grasped her face,
squeezing firmly and bringing her mouth to his. He kissed her
harshly, and she wrapped her arms around his quivering body and
held on as though she would never let go.
    As the rain fell around them and the thunder
echoed its lonely rumble in the distance, they lay entangled, their
breathing slowly melding into one. Michael closed his eyes as he
rested his head on her chest.
    Then his eyes popped open and he sat up with
a gasp.
    “What have I done?” Michael moaned.
    Allison finally realized

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