The Mane Squeeze
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His tongue slid inside her and Gwens eyes closed, her back arching a bit. Well, if nothing else, the man had the basics down, using his tongue to make her wet and crazy while he held her firmly. As he licked her, Gwen quickly forgot about anything but what he was doing to her. He teased her, taking his time, playing with her body. She enjoyed every second of it and, as she felt that first orgasm coming her way, his mouth moved and she felt his lips wrap around her clit. She groaned, the first orgasm easing through her. Until Lock didsomething. Something so astounding, her entire body quaked, his lips tightening around her clit and twisting one way, then another, then tugging. Or something. Whatever he was doing, the original, slow-moving orgasm was brutally shoved away for the promise of something stronger and more powerful than she could have ever dreamed of. Gwens entire body bowed, her hands holding the pillow against her face out of courtesy to his neighbors. His lips twisted again, tugged, pulled, and Gwen almost shot off the bed. Her legs started to close of their own volition, but big, powerful hands pinned them down, making her eyes cross from the simple action.
Shaking, sweating, the orgasm bearing down on her yet still somehow out of her reach, Gwen allowed her body and desires to rule this moment with this man. She trusted him to take care of her, and knowing that made her groans deeper, her gasps louder.
His hands began to move, and the touch of his fingers against her skin was more intense than anything shed ever known. Ever felt. One hand wrapped around her breast, his fingers squeezing and tugging the same as what his mouth was doing to her clit. Two thick fingers from his other hand pushed inside her, fucking her hard. He was relentless, almost brutal. But he didnt hurt her. Far from it.
It was that mix of restrained strength with unending determination that took her over the edge. She came so hard that only his strong arms pinning her thighs down kept her on the bed, and his wonderful-smelling pillow muffled her screams.
Gwens body shuddered and writhed until she relaxed back, her breath coming out in hard pants. But her panting quickened, her body tightening again, and she realized as her brain cleared that he hadnt stopped. His lips were still tugging and pulling, his fingers still playing. As the first wave left her body, the second slammed into her. The pillow went flying and Gwen gasped out his name, gripping the back of his head. She had no idea if she was trying to shove him away or hold him in place. She couldnt think straight. Hell, she couldnt think at all.
Every muscle of her body was taut and straining as the second wave roared through her. The pillow was no longer needed because she could barely breathe, much less scream. She held him to her as she rode out the second climax, immediately trying to push him away as it finished with her. But the bear didnt pull back. He took her up again, his lips twisting and turning her clit untilGwens body snapped taut once more. Her fingers yanking at his hair, she begged him to stop, knowing she couldnt handle more, but he told her, Not yet, Gwen.
One more. And it crossed her feverish mind that he was speaking clearly while his lips were still working her over.
A third finger was inside her now, stroking and pushing, making her pussy feel too full. But it was the bite of pain that cut through everything and took her one more time. She came screaming with no pillow to block the sound, her body twisting and fighting as Lock held her down.
He finally pulled away, and Gwen crashed onto the bed, not realizing until that moment that only her shoulders had been resting on the mattress.
Once Lock moved away, Gwen managed to drag herself into a ball, shuddering and sweating, her teeth chattering, her body shaking, and she wondered if shed ever recover from this.
Lock stared down at Gwen and wondered if hed gone a bit too far. But he couldnt help himself. The more she came, the more hed wanted to see her do it again.
He leaned in a bit. Gwen? He touched her shoulder. Gwen? Are you okay?
Hospital. He had to get her to a hospital. Whether she wanted to go or not. Lock went to stand up, but Gwens hand reached out, gripping his throat. Uh-oh. She raised her head, her sweat-drenched hair nearly covering her eyes, and said, Marry me.
Hiding his immense relief, Lock replied, Shouldnt we get to know each other better?
What else is there to know? she asked, her eyes gazing hungrily on his mouth, the fingers of her free hand reaching up and brushing against them gently. Locks eyes closed from the contact, the pleasure of it making him shudder. I have all the information I need.
You do know theres more to me than these lips, dont you?
I dont care. And Lock laughed as she went on. Until you Ive only found men perfect from the neck downand thats only if they work out regularly and watch their carbs. But you? Youre perfect from the neck up and the neck down. Youre a god.
And once the euphoria wears off, youre going to be kicking yourself.
Then she said, slapping her free hand against his face.
Ow!
the euphoria better not wear off.
He frowned in concern. Are you sure? Maybe we should wait a little while before we Locks eyes crossed as her hand reached down and gripped his cock through his jeans.
I want you inside me. Now, Jersey.
Panting, his brain unable to think past Fuck. Girl. Now, Lock quickly gripped the hand trying to get his jeans unzipped. Wait.
Shaking, sweating, the orgasm bearing down on her yet still somehow out of her reach, Gwen allowed her body and desires to rule this moment with this man. She trusted him to take care of her, and knowing that made her groans deeper, her gasps louder.
His hands began to move, and the touch of his fingers against her skin was more intense than anything shed ever known. Ever felt. One hand wrapped around her breast, his fingers squeezing and tugging the same as what his mouth was doing to her clit. Two thick fingers from his other hand pushed inside her, fucking her hard. He was relentless, almost brutal. But he didnt hurt her. Far from it.
It was that mix of restrained strength with unending determination that took her over the edge. She came so hard that only his strong arms pinning her thighs down kept her on the bed, and his wonderful-smelling pillow muffled her screams.
Gwens body shuddered and writhed until she relaxed back, her breath coming out in hard pants. But her panting quickened, her body tightening again, and she realized as her brain cleared that he hadnt stopped. His lips were still tugging and pulling, his fingers still playing. As the first wave left her body, the second slammed into her. The pillow went flying and Gwen gasped out his name, gripping the back of his head. She had no idea if she was trying to shove him away or hold him in place. She couldnt think straight. Hell, she couldnt think at all.
Every muscle of her body was taut and straining as the second wave roared through her. The pillow was no longer needed because she could barely breathe, much less scream. She held him to her as she rode out the second climax, immediately trying to push him away as it finished with her. But the bear didnt pull back. He took her up again, his lips twisting and turning her clit untilGwens body snapped taut once more. Her fingers yanking at his hair, she begged him to stop, knowing she couldnt handle more, but he told her, Not yet, Gwen.
One more. And it crossed her feverish mind that he was speaking clearly while his lips were still working her over.
A third finger was inside her now, stroking and pushing, making her pussy feel too full. But it was the bite of pain that cut through everything and took her one more time. She came screaming with no pillow to block the sound, her body twisting and fighting as Lock held her down.
He finally pulled away, and Gwen crashed onto the bed, not realizing until that moment that only her shoulders had been resting on the mattress.
Once Lock moved away, Gwen managed to drag herself into a ball, shuddering and sweating, her teeth chattering, her body shaking, and she wondered if shed ever recover from this.
Lock stared down at Gwen and wondered if hed gone a bit too far. But he couldnt help himself. The more she came, the more hed wanted to see her do it again.
He leaned in a bit. Gwen? He touched her shoulder. Gwen? Are you okay?
Hospital. He had to get her to a hospital. Whether she wanted to go or not. Lock went to stand up, but Gwens hand reached out, gripping his throat. Uh-oh. She raised her head, her sweat-drenched hair nearly covering her eyes, and said, Marry me.
Hiding his immense relief, Lock replied, Shouldnt we get to know each other better?
What else is there to know? she asked, her eyes gazing hungrily on his mouth, the fingers of her free hand reaching up and brushing against them gently. Locks eyes closed from the contact, the pleasure of it making him shudder. I have all the information I need.
You do know theres more to me than these lips, dont you?
I dont care. And Lock laughed as she went on. Until you Ive only found men perfect from the neck downand thats only if they work out regularly and watch their carbs. But you? Youre perfect from the neck up and the neck down. Youre a god.
And once the euphoria wears off, youre going to be kicking yourself.
Then she said, slapping her free hand against his face.
Ow!
the euphoria better not wear off.
He frowned in concern. Are you sure? Maybe we should wait a little while before we Locks eyes crossed as her hand reached down and gripped his cock through his jeans.
I want you inside me. Now, Jersey.
Panting, his brain unable to think past Fuck. Girl. Now, Lock quickly gripped the hand trying to get his jeans unzipped. Wait.
