She expected his thick cock to fill her pussy. Wanted his cock, now. Please, now! Her breath caught in short, wild gasps for air, her legs quivered, and she hung there in his grasp, waiting…waiting. Hovering there, held aloft, the cool air drifting across her hot, needy flesh. Waiting for him to fill her.
Instead, she felt him pull away, felt the mattress dip as he shifted his weight…felt the fiery wet slide of his tongue between her legs.
“Ahhh…” Her cry ended on a whimper. He looped his arms through her thighs and lifted her even higher, his tongue finding entry into her gushing pussy, his lips grabbing at her engorged labia, suckling each fleshy lip into his hot mouth. He nibbled and sucked, spearing her with his tongue, nipping at her with sharp teeth, then laving her with soft, warm strokes. Suddenly his lips encircled her clit, and he suckled, hard, pressing down on the sensitive little organ with his tongue.
The scream exploded out of her. She clamped her legs against the sides of his head, peripherally aware of scratchy whiskers, strong jaw. His tongue lapped and twisted, filling her streaming pussy, as she bucked against him. He was strong, stronger than any man she’d ever known, holding her aloft, eating her out like a hungry beast, his mouth all lips and tongue and hard-edged teeth.
He dragged his tongue across her clit once more, suckled her labia between his lips and brought her to another clenching, screaming climax. Once more, licking her now, long, slow sweeps from clit to anus, each stroke taking her higher, farther. His tongue snaked across her flesh, dipping inside to lap at her moist center, tickling her sensitive clit, ringing the tight sphincter in her ass. Gasping, shivering, her legs trembling, Xandi struggled for breath, reached for yet another climax.
He left her there, once more on the edge. Cool air brushed across her damp flesh, raising goose bumps across her thighs and belly.
He lowered her until her knees once more rested on the bed. She felt his hot thighs pressing against her own, his big hands clasping her hips, the broad, velvety soft tip of his cock resting at the mouth of her vagina.
Slowly, with great care and control, he pushed into her. Damn, he was huge. She shifted her legs, relaxed her spasming muscles as best she could. Still, her flesh stretched, the lubrication from her orgasms easing the way as he slowly, inexorably, seated himself within her.
She felt him press up against the mouth of her womb at the same time his balls nestled against her clit and pubic mound. He waited a moment, giving her time to adjust to his huge girth and length, then he started to move.
Slowly at first, easing his way in, then out, stretching her, filling her. Xandi fisted the pillow in her hands as she caught his rhythm. In, out, in again, his balls tickling her clit with each careful thrust. She pressed back against him, forcing him deeper, inviting him.
He groaned, then slammed into her harder. She took him, reveled in the power and strength of her mystery lover, felt another climax beginning to build, knew she would not go alone this time.
She reached back between her legs, grasping his lightly furred sac between her fingers just as he thrust hard against her cervix. His strangled cry encouraged her. Grinning, feeling empowered—feminine and so very strong—she squeezed him gently in the palm of her hand, felt his balls contract, tighten, draw up close to his body.
She slipped one finger behind his sac, pressed the sensitive area, then ran her sharp fingernail lightly back to his testicles. He slammed into her, his body rigid with a fierce power. Shouting a warrior’s cry of victory, he pounded into her harder, stronger. She kept a tight but careful hold on his balls, until the hot gush of his seed filled her.
Overwhelmed, overstimulated, she screamed and thrust her hips hard against his groin. Her vaginal muscles clamped down, wrapping around his cock, trapping and holding him close. Suddenly, he filled her even more, his cock swelling to fit tightly against the clenching muscles of her pussy, locking his body close against hers.
Linking the two of them together. A binding deeper than the act itself, more powerful than anything she’d ever known.
He slumped across her back, then rolled to his side, taking Xandi with him. She felt the hot burst of his gasping breath, the rhythmic pulsing of his cock, the pounding of her own heart. Suddenly, inexplicably exhausted, her pussy rippling against the heat of his still amazingly engorged penis, Xandi snuggled close to his rock-hard body and allowed her eyes to drift slowly shut.
Tomorrow. She’d learn who he was tomorrow.
Chapter 2
Xandi rolled over, blinking against the pale morning light, and encountered the hard, cold side of a snow bank. Startled fully alert, she sat up, suddenly aware she was in a tree-shaded rest area at the side of the highway. She recognized it immediately. Her car had gone off the road just a few hundred yards beyond.
Shaking her head, bemused, she looked down at her clothing. One mitten was missing, along with her purse, but otherwise all was as she’d been wearing yesterday when she’d had her wreck.
Yesterday? But…She struggled slowly to her feet, and stood, body trembling, trying to remember. She was immediately aware of a tenderness between her legs, that glorious morning-after-a-good-fuck feeling she hadn’t known for much too long.
She let out a shaky sigh. Who the hell had she had sex with? Good Lord, she never did anything like that. Ever! Even weirder, why was she back here, at the side of the road?
Maybe you were just a lousy lay…
No. She knew better than that. Whomever she’d fucked had obviously enjoyed himself every bit as much as she had. She vaguely recalled awakening during the night, feeling searching lips on her breasts, thick fingers buried deep in her pussy.
Thinking about it made her nipples tingle. She knew they were standing up like pencil erasers because they rubbed against her clothing, and she felt the sensation spiral clear down between her legs.
Xandi took a deep breath of bitter cold air, watched the thick cloud of steam as she exhaled, then turned and looked both ways, up and down the long highway. It was still early in the morning, barely past dawn. The sky glowed deep pink in the east, and a coating of ice covered the snow, so that everything sparkled as if covered with pink and gold glitter.
There was no traffic. One pair of headlights far down the road was the only vehicle in sight. She watched the lights grow slowly closer as a thin, wintry sun rose over the mountains and cast a silver-and-gold glow across the snow-covered treetops. Shadows loomed deep and dark in the woods.
The car lights grew brighter, closer, until a large black Mercedes with tinted windows pulled into the turnout. The car sat there for a moment, the engine running and sending thick columns of steam from the exhaust pipe. Uncertain whether to be frightened or glad, Xandi waited, watching. Suddenly the engine shut down. Silence once more engulfed her.
After a moment, the driver climbed out and bowed slightly. He was small and dark skinned, wearing a neat gray uniform with a cap. Xandi bit back an almost hysterical giggle. What a surrealistic trip this has been! A car wreck, lost in a winter storm, amazing sex with a mysterious stranger. And now she was getting rescued by some scrawny little dude in a limousine?
“Miss, would care for a ride?” The driver’s voice was very soft, the accent clipped, precise and very British.
Still shaking her head at the incongruity of the situation, Xandi brushed the snow off her pants legs and walked closer to the car. Well, she’d wanted something different, hadn’t she? The driver opened a back door. Xandi smiled and thanked him, then slipped into the dark interior of the Mercedes.
He was almost certain she’d scream the moment she realized she wasn’t alone. He held very still, hardly breathing, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dim light here in the backseat. His heart pounded an erratic drumbeat. He was sure she heard it. He rubbed his thumbs over his fingers, wishing there were some way to make his palms stop sweating, some way to calm the racing beat of his heart.
He shouldn’t have done this. Should never have