Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) (12 page)

“You’re fucking me good! So good, Steven! Ohh, so good! So fucking good!”

Steven pressed more of his weight on her—deeper into her, tighter against her, more skin on hot skin. He pushed hard against her ready-to-explode clit. He buried his hot cock deep inside her molten flesh. He pressed his cum-filled balls into her ass. She was eating him up, sucking every grain of the thick lust that flowed from their union.

Steven’s cock had her clit snared in a cell of eternal pleasure. It was trapped in the heat, every nerve electric with sensation. It was raw and exposed and being ravished by her man. The only escape was to cum and cum and cum. Waves of indescribable euphoria tore through her senses. Her clit throbbed with passion, pulsated with sensuality. It convulsed in erotic rapture as it unleashed the primal pleasure that consumed it.

Jena tensed. Every muscle in her body tightened. She stopped breathing. Steven knew what was coming. His baby had slipped over the edge. Paradise awaited.

“Cum for me, baby! Shoot your juice all over my balls! Cum for me, hot baby! Cum!”

Jena lost control at Steven’s command. Her entire body rocked.

“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh Steven! Ohhh God!”

Jena surrendered to her sensuality. Magical waves of fulfilled lust overtook her. Misty clouds of pleasure bathed her body in passion. The here and the now swallowed her up as time stood still.

“Ohhh Steven! Ohh God! Feels so good! Ohhhhh!”

Jena gave way to the pleasure that permeated her. It talked to her. It revealed the secrets of sensuality. It praised the sexual union of lovers in love, the pursuit of pleasure. It told her to forever rid herself of any inhibitions that enslaved the lust within. It told her to cum…cum hard…cum good…enjoy the moment.

“Ohhh God! God, I love you! I love your cock! Fuck me, Steven! Fuck me baby!”

Jena exploded. For a moment everything went blank. Then the rainbow of radiance appeared. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It was if someone had picked up a handful of pure sexual energy and thrown it onto a canvass. The result was a magical masterpiece, an artistic expression of sex, lust, emotion and love. It was perfection.

Before her swirled a tornado of brilliant colors. There were red, yellow, purple and pink. There were blue, green, orange and violet. There were other colors she had never seen before. They all came together as one. It was hot blood boiling over in pleasure, a vivid symbol of orgasmic bliss. It was the color of Steven’s cock plunged deep into her pussy. It was the color of the juices flowing from her walls. It was the color of love and lust, passion and pleasure, cock in pussy. It was the color of Steven and Jena.

“Cum good, baby! Cum for me, Jena baby!” Steven began to pump her furiously.

“Ohhh! Fuck me baby!” shouted Jena. “Fuck me good! Give me that hard cock!”

Jena was a lightning rod. The fulminous heavens showered her with erotic energy. It pulsated into her flesh and bones. Every granule of her body luxuriated in ecstasy. Every fiber was a receptacle of pleasure. Once again she convulsed in fiery gratification—hot, wet, slick cum streamed from her depths. She squeezed Steven’s cock flushing it with her flesh.

“Cum inside me!” she cried out. “Shoot your cum in me. Give it to me, Steven!”

Steven’s mind went white with her command. All conscious thought left him. All that remained was the primal urge to fill his horny baby with hot cum. Jena would get exactly what she wanted. Yes, she would get those powerful spurts of thick, hot cum. He would shoot it deep and hard. He would soak her with his seed, flood her with his life force.

Steven concentrated on the pleasure she was giving him. His mind faded into the abyss of the animal. It was a place of instinct and survival. It was the domain of the rough and tough. It was a place where appetite ruled, a place where you fed your hunger or you died. If you wanted something you had to take it.

Sex was what he wanted. That’s what he was doing, taking Jena’s pussy. This was no time for weakness. This was the time to satisfy his primitive desire. Only the strong survive the streets of the primal—and right now he was the strongest man on the planet.

Steven’s eyes closed as the animal took refuge. He thought about where he was—here, now. He was inside the hottest pussy in the world. All the billionaires on the planet didn’t have what he had. An insatiable pussy was worshipping his cock, smothering it with fiery flesh. He was fucking a wild animal that needed a good fucking. Her greedy pussy needed satisfying. Her pussy was a hungry one, one that craved big, thick, hard cock. That’s what she was getting. Her ravenous pussy was getting cock—his cock.
Yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck that hot pussy!

Reality gave way to fantasy…fantasy to reality…fantasy was reality. Steven threw his head back and set himself free. Pleasure was all that mattered. Nothing existed but his swollen cock pounding Jena’s hot pussy. Screw the world and everything in it. Jena’s pussy was wrapped around his cock. There was nothing else.

Jena was his new reality. She was a treasure chest packed with pleasure. Her pussy was his alone. Jena was his personal slut, willing to spread for him anytime and anyplace. She was as horny as he was. Her avarice for his cock knew no limits. There was nothing more she liked to do than fuck. She was his lusty slut. She was his personal porn star who would ravish his cock at his command.
And love it!
Taking his cock deep inside was what she now lived for. Fucking him was her newfound craft. He was her art, her essence, her core desire.

And now it was Steven’s turn. In seconds he would explode like never before. A volcano of lust boiled within his veins, pumping raw lust through his heart and into his groin. His cock ached with captive pleasure pleading for release. He began to go over the edge. He plunged into her harder, faster. Deeper into her he sunk his swollen shaft. Their bodies smacked with lust.

Steven was an animal, a fucking machine. In and out he went—deep, hard and fast.
Yeah! Fuck that pussy! Fuck that hot pussy!

Jena’s pussy fed him with pleasure. For five long seconds he held out as his cum raced towards freedom. It filled his shaft and purple head. It was pressurized passion, thick and hot. It yearned to make its fiery escape into Jena’s flesh. It longed to greet Jena’s juices that awaited it. Together they would create a deluge of love and lust.

Jena felt it. Her sexy baby was cumming inside her. His face was possessed with pleasure, exposing his raw sexuality. This was for him.

“Cum, baby!” she groaned. “Cum for me!”

Steven let the universe take him. A sensual energy surged throughout him. Every muscle in his body tensed. Electricity shot down through his chest and abs before concentrating in his groin. His balls tightened. His cock throbbed. The pleasure was almost too much.
This was it!

“Ohhhh! Ohhhh!”

Steven’s cock erupted. A river of hot, sticky cum spurted into Jena’s flesh.

“Ohhh God, baby!” groaned Steven.

Another contraction pushed more of his hot lava into her. Then he spurted a third and fourth time. Hot cum streamed from his pulsating cock. Jena’s hungry pussy sucked up his precious nectar.

“You’re heaven, baby,” Steven whispered in her ear as he pushed deeper inside her.

Jena could feel him throbbing inside. Waves of pleasure consumed him. His cock was squeezing every last drop of his lusty juice into her.

Jena was on top of the world. Steven had unleashed himself, body and soul. To make her hot, sexy man cum was the ultimate. Her walls soaked up their sticky treasure. She wanted to absorb his essence, what made him a man. The rest of his thick, hot juice found hers, smothering them both in their creamy prize.

They lay there silent for a long minute. Steven stayed deep inside of her. He never wanted to leave the moment. The wetness of their consummated lust flowed from their union. He could feel it dripping from his balls and onto her ass. It was slippery and sensual. He reached underneath and pushed a drop onto his index finger. He brought it up and held it between them.

“Let’s taste it together, baby,” he said softly. “Let’s taste
us.”

They both stretched out their tongues. The tips met at his finger. Together they shared the gift of each other. Together they devoured their sensual reward. Together they were one forever.

Steven rolled off of her and pulled her in tight beside him. Jena rested her head on his chest. Nothing was said, but nothing need be. Their minds came together as they lay there. Each knew what the other was thinking. Yes, this was hot, incredible mind-blowing sex, but it was much, much more. This was truly making love. This was two humans sharing each other to the fullest, giving and receiving, caring for the other’s needs, emotionally, spiritually and physically. Love was the special potion of eroticism, the magic ingredient that melded two into one. Intimacy had no bounds where love ruled.

Jena closed her eyes. There was no way Steven was getting away. She wasn’t going to let it happen. No way was he going to walk away and disappear for another twenty years. He was too perfect. He was too hot. He was too damn much fun.

Chapter 17

J
ena rolled over and wrapped her arm around him. It fell limp onto the bed. Where was Steven?

She raised her foggy head and looked at the clock. It was 7 a.m. Then she remembered that Steven had left an hour ago. He had to prepare for a busy workday. He had kissed her goodbye and whispered something sweet in her ear. She couldn’t quite remember exactly what he said, but she knew it was something of the sensual nature.

Jena tried to recollect the previous evening. Once again it had been a fest of lovemaking. At least they had managed to get up and grab some nourishment. They each had a couple of slices of pizza and a glass of wine. And this time they actually managed four hours of sleep.

Jena rolled out of bed. She was still sleepy, but no way would she have traded her Steven time for more rest—no way! The weekend was right around the corner anyway. She would be able to sleep in.

Then it hit her like a brick wall. The dream was half over. There were only two more days to go. Then the nightmare of withdrawals would begin. Steven would be leaving! In two days he would be heading back to Dallas.

The two of them had never really discussed it. They were too busy enjoying the present to worry about the future. But now there were only 48 more hours of bliss.
And he would be gone!
The last two days had been pure heaven. Was it about to turn into a living hell?

Jena couldn’t bear the thought. Dallas was halfway across the country. How could they feel each other’s touch from 1400 miles away? Would her prince fly away and never return? Would he leave his princess drowning in her tears?

Go away! Those awful feelings of insecurity and abandonment had to leave. There was no doubt that Steven had feelings for her—powerful feelings. That much was a fact. Neither of them could deny the fervent emotions that bonded them.

Jena resorted to her secret weapon. Positive thinking was the key to getting what you want. Look through the clouds and see the sun. Let it beam down upon you. Love would conquer all. Yeah, that’s right. Love was the force that would keep them together. That’s the way it has to be.

Jena had two more wonderful days. Steven wasn’t going anywhere today. She would ride the high of his presence from nine to five. Then they were meeting at James Café. Odds were that it would culminate in another steamy evening. Then she would give him something to remember. Yeah, she would give him something so hot it would burn holes into his soul. He would think twice about whatever he’s got going on in Texas. This California girl would make sure of that.

Jena made her way into her tiny kitchen. A big cup of coffee was what she needed. What was that beside the coffeepot? She wiped her eyes and focused. It was the romance novel she was currently reading. How did it get there? She always kept it by the bedside—a faithful companion that got her through many a lonely night.

Jena picked it up. It was
Naked Emotion
by Joan Dixon—her favorite author. Nobody wrote like her. No one could mix heartfelt romance and down-and-dirty sex like Joan Dixon. The combination of raw emotion and primal lust heated the heart and the groin. And they
always
had happy endings. One day she
would
meet her in person.

So how did the book end up here? There was only one logical answer. Steven must have browsed through it. Come to think of it, some of his more adventurous lovemaking moments were spot-on. They could have come straight from the pages of Joan Dixon. Jena made a mental note to ask him about it.

Chapter 18