Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) (30 page)

Steven had gone primal. Her hot man was sucking her up with wild abandon. All conscious thought was long gone. He was being led by his hot blood. Hot pussy was the only thing on his mind. Making it cum was all he wanted. Her sexy man was possessed by the pleasure. He was giving…he was taking…he was licking and sucking her clit and the walls of searing hot flesh inside.

Steven was lost in the moment and the hot pussy that was his. It was
his
pussy and he would make it cum…cum…cum. Yes, he would. He could be gentle or he could be rough. All that mattered was making Jena’s hot pussy push out the pleasure—all of it. He would dominate her and fill her with so much pleasure that she would beg him to stop.

Yeah, he would give his horny baby something to remember. He would give her something to think about on those horny nights alone. When she’s lying in her bed aching with desire this is the image that would consume her. As her fingers worked their magic he would be in her head. Memories of him devouring her pussy would fuel the fire as she brought herself. Yeah, there would be no stopping this memory. He was setting her pussy on fire.

Jena’s pussy was electric. It was pulsating with raw pleasure. Steven’s face was buried deep inside her. Never had he been so deep. His tongue was licking up and down the side of her walls. His lips and mouth were sucking in her flesh. His hot mouth was filled with her, as much as it would hold. He was squeezing out the lust trying to get every drop, every granule, every bit of her lusciousness. She could feel him trying to swallow her down. He was consuming her. Steven was an animal who had lost all control.

Jena gazed down at the sight below. Her hot, horny, sexy man was all in her pussy. Her…her…her—that’s all he cared about. That’s all he wanted. He was giving her all he had. He was lost in the lust of her hot pussy. He was lapping her up, sucking her in, bathing her clit in licks and nips and sucks. Steven was taking his pussy. It was too much to bear. Jena threw her head back.

Yeah, fuck yeah! So fucking hot! Eat my pussy! Yeah, eat my hot fucking pussy…baby…Eat it! Eat it!!

“Ohhhhhhh Fuck! Ohhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Godddd!”

Jena let loose with a primal scream. It was a release of passion and lust that went beyond ecstasy. It drenched her in pleasure. It felt like a lightning bolt of raw pleasure had struck her, filling her flesh and bones with its power. It was so deeply satisfying…so fulfilling…so damn primal. It was food for the soul.

Steven must have read her thoughts. All she wanted now was his hard cock. She wanted it stuck inside her. Her pussy was craving something to squeeze, something to hold onto after the explosion of pleasure. Nothing would do except his thick, hard, hot cock plunged deep inside her.

“I gotta fuck you, baby!” cried Steven. His eyes were black with lust.

Steven stood up. His cock was thick and hard. The head was purple and raging with hot blood. It was filled to the top with his hot cum, hot sticky cum that was begging to flood her pussy.

Jena lay back onto the sofa and spread herself out. Her pussy lips were open and ready to take him inside. She watched as Steven climbed on top of her. His cock rubbed against her stomach. She felt the fire.

Steven guided his cock to its home. He entered her with one hard plunge. Her flesh unfolded and took him in. Steven instantly began thrusting into her—deep, hard and fast.

Steven wasted no time. This was not going to be a marathon. This was not about trying to last for hours. This was letting everything go and letting the body rule. His baby could cum or he could cum or they both could cum. It was all up to the flesh. The animal would decide those matters. All he knew was that he would enjoy the hot, wet pussy that was wrapped around his hungry cock.

Steven began pumping her harder. His strokes were powerful. His cock was hard as steel and hot as fire. It was thick and fat and was reaching the back of her pussy. She could feel the head. She could feel it expanding as it always did just before it came. It was pulsating the way it did just before it shot a load of his hot cum in her. For sure she would be awash in his sweet, salty essence any second now.

“Yeah, baby!” shouted Jena. “Cum inside me! Shoot it in me, baby!”

The words of his baby set him free.

“I’m cumming, baby! I’m coming now! Oh, God! Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!”

Steven felt it from his head to his toes. The first contraction flooded her with his hot juice. He felt his balls squeezing out the pleasure as it raced through his cock. It was heated by the fiery blood of raw passion and lust. Again and again it spurted into his hot baby and she took it like a Queen. He filled her with his creation. He pumped his precious baby full of his seed. He drained every drop of himself into her reservoir of lust.

Jena was in Heaven. Steven’s cock was deep inside her. His balls were pressed against her ass. He was squeezing the last few drops of his hot cum into her. Her pussy was completely satisfied. Inside their waters became one. It was a deluge of passion and lust and raw desire.

They reveled in the essence of each other. They drank in each other’s pleasure. They bathed in the light of the lust. They wallowed in the juices of love. Theirs was a salute to the miracle. It was a celebration of the magic of their union—the magic of Steven and Jena.

Chapter 40

S
teven waited as his computer booted up. His head was all over the place. Actually he was quite anxious. He wasn’t the type of person who normally became distressed. And he certainly wasn’t a person who worried a lot—far from it.

Work, writing and money issues were all part of it. But it all revolved around one central concern—Jena girl. Never before had his heart ruled his head. Never before had emotions overpowered every other aspect of his life. Never before had he been in love.

Jena was still sleeping. His sweet baby was all wrapped up in her blanket and holding her pillow. He loved seeing her like that. When she was knocked out and recharging her batteries she was at peace. She looked so sweet, so appealing—so damn cute. Jena had a hold on him like nothing before. She was truly special.

Finally the computer screen appeared. Steven took a deep breath. It had only been a day, but he had to know. How many books had he sold? Had any of his hard work paid off in dollars? Had a miracle occurred overnight that would allow him and his baby to stay together?

Steven clicked onto Amazon’s author page. He typed in his name. He clicked onto the latest sales report. One long second later it opened.

He quickly calculated the figures. Damn! Only forty books had sold in the previous 24 hours. That was a respectable number, but it certainly wasn’t the miracle he needed. Nope, he needed a big score. He needed a home run. He needed a last second swish through the nets of love. He needed his hot Jena girl.

Reality began to set in. Tomorrow morning he would crawl out of bed. Jena’s warm body would no longer be by his side. He would get dressed and walk out the door. He would get in his rental car and head to the airport. He would fly far away from the touch of his baby. He would leave her kisses behind. He would drag his lonely heart back to Texas.

Home wouldn’t be home without his baby. Her charm, her laughter, the smile on her face and those beautiful green eyes—oh, how he would miss them. No longer would her touch be a reach away. Her sensual body would be a torturing image that would surely drive him mad.

Steven took another deep breath. They had twenty more hours before they parted. He damn sure wasn’t going to spend that precious time moping around. And that wasn’t Jena’s style either. In some ways she was more positive about the situation than he. She always had that spark of optimism that lifted them both. It was the essence of her spirit. It was the sparkle behind her eyes. It was hope and faith and trusting in fate. It was knowing that love would find a way.

Suddenly he felt her touch. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He felt her warm kiss on his neck. Steven turned into his baby.

“Good morning,” said Jena.

Her smile was as bright as the sunshine streaming through the window. Her eyes gleamed with the presence of a higher power. His baby’s beauty melted the madness that threatened him. Nothing mattered but here and now. He could see her, hear her and touch her. He could wrap his arms around her. Her breath warmed his skin. Her energy seeped into his soul. That was his Jena girl.

“Good morning, baby,” answered Steven. His voice was tender and sincere. It seemed to smile.

Steven took her into his arms. Her essence had already captured him. He was a slave of her heart. There was no escape and nowhere to run. He was a prisoner of love. Jena was his baby. Jena was the One.

Jena felt her baby’s emotions. His embrace triggered the fall of the wall. The barriers once again fell to the ground. She felt the warmth of his heart and the heat of his soul. She entered him as he entered her. Their spirits danced to a song of their hearts. They were truly each other in every sense. They were two in love. They were one.

“Baby,” said Steven on a soft voice. “You wanna know something?”

Jena raised her head and looked up at him. “Yeah, baby, what is it?”

Steven kissed her on the forehead. “I love you.”

“Oh, Steven. Oh, baby.”

Jena was at a loss for words. It didn’t matter for there was no reply necessary. They both knew what they had. It was the real thing. Steven knew what was going on in her head. He knew how much she cared for him. She didn’t have to say it.

A single teardrop fell from her eye. Steven wiped it off her cheek. He captured it on the tip of his finger.

“You know what that is, baby?” he said. “That’s a drop of pure love. That’s what that is. It’s not a tear of grief or suffering. It’s not even a tear of joy. It’s bigger than that. This is us, baby. This is you and me. This is our love.”

“Oh, baby,” said Jena. Her voice was shaky with emotion. “I love you more than you could ever imagine. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. We’ve gotta make this work. Please, baby, I need you so much.”

“We’ll make it work, baby. I promise you. This is too big to let it slip away. It’s too damn good. We’re meant for each other. We won’t let the world tear us apart. No way, baby.”

They held each other tight and let it flow. It was that magic, that energy, that
something
that was bigger than them both. It empowered them and filled them with confidence. It instilled hope and a belief that all would come to be. Its invisible power raced through their flesh and blood. It bore down through the skeleton of ignorance and whispered the secret as it passed through. And the secret was love.

Steven and Jena were created for each other. They knew it way back then. Long ago their torch of love was lit. They were mere kids, but they both knew it. It was already burning inside of them. For twenty long years the flame stayed alive. For two decades it flickered with hope. It survived the coming and going of the pretenders as it waited on the real thing. It burned through marriage and the illusion of happiness. It kept a dim light glowing through the pain of divorce. It persevered as time ticked away.

It was a candle of love awaiting the One. It was a flame of passion that couldn’t be extinguished. Nothing could smother it for it was meant to be. It was an eternal flame of love and lust, a raging blaze held captive in their hearts. It was two halves holding out for each other for as long as it took. It was two candles ready to melt into each other and become one.

When fate finally delivered them to each other the fire would roar. It would burn down the past and blaze into the future. It would sever the pain and usher in the pleasure. It would scorch them both with happiness and joy.

They would burn in the white-hot fire of pleasure. They would revel in the glory of sex. It was a fire of animal passion and primal lust. It was a sensual inferno that would consume them both, burning their flesh into each other. Its fiery pleasure would have them screaming in ecstasy.

Yes…they knew it a long time ago. There was a magic between them, a chemical connection that was beyond description. It was chemistry of the creator—a perfect fit of souls. It was a matching of DNA that was one in a zillion.

They were blessed and they knew it. They were lucky lovers who had it all. Someone or something had given them the greatest gift, a priceless treasure of invaluable worth. Mountains of gold and diamonds and money couldn’t buy it. Kings and queens couldn’t obtain it. Presidents and prime ministers would never find it. It was the gift of each other. It was Steven to Jena and Jena to Steven.

Jena gazed deep into his eyes. At the same time she looked deep inside herself. All she saw was joy and happiness. All she saw was them. All she saw was love.

“Come with me, baby. There’s a place I want you to see.”

Chapter 41