Primal Impulse (Xtreme Edition) (7 page)

“I’m gonna cum inside you, baby. I’m gonna fuck you good. You deserve to be fucked good—don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” cried Jena. “Fuck me good, baby…oh, fuck me, Steven…fuck me good!”

Steven then slid the entire length of his pulsating cock deep into her. He watched as Jena’s body tightened. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Oh, Steven! Oh, God, baby!”

Steven slowly stroked her. His cock dove deep into her as he pushed inward with his lower abs. Then he would withdraw until only the head remained inside her quivering pussy. Then back in, deep, oh so deep. He wanted to touch the back of her pussy, the source of that hot juice of hers. He wanted to tap into her waterfall of hot cum.

Jena felt every stroke,
really
felt it. She couldn’t think, only
feel
. The pleasure was indescribable. The world didn’t exist. Nothing existed but this sexy man feeding her pleasure. Every stroke took her breath away. Nothing was as good as this. Nothing could compare to the exquisite pleasure she was receiving.
Nothing!

Steven gripped one of her breasts and cupped it from the bottom. She looked up as he leaned in and licked her nipple. He began fucking her harder. She could feel every vein in his throbbing cock—every luscious inch of it.

“Umm, I love your tits, your hot tits, baby,” he muttered. Then he sucked her into his mouth. It was all too much. Steven was so hot. He was sending her away to another world—one of pure primal pleasure. This was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Jena raised her head to look at her man. She watched his cock, his big, thick, hard cock, going in and out of her. She ran her eyes upwards to his tight abs, on to his muscular chest and arms. She was getting fucked by this sexy man.
Heaven! So fucking hot!

Jena reached out and raked a hand over his chest and down his stomach. Her fingers came to rest at the base of his cock. She momentarily held them there. With every inward stroke they were trapped between his hard cock and her hot clit.

“Cum for me, Jena,” said Steven. “You’re so damn sexy, so hot. Come on, beautiful girl. Give me some more of that hot cum.”

That was all it took. She was going to cum
again
. Steven’s words had made her feel like a woman—a woman desired. He really believed she was hot and sexy. She could feel his sincerity. He somehow tapped into the essence of what it was to be female.
So hot, so fucking hot!

Steven leaned in and kissed her. Just as he did so his cock hit bottom again. The pleasure was too much to take. Jena arched her back. This was a big one.

“Ohhhhhhh!” Her high-pitched scream pierced the room. Steven felt her pussy contract around his engorged cock. As hard as he was she almost pushed him out. He pushed in deeper. No way was he coming out of her now. Her hot pussy felt so good wrapped around his hard cock.

Jena was lost. Nothing mattered but the cock deep within her. Steven plunged deep inside her over and over. She could tell he too was losing control.
She loved it!

“Fuck me, baby! Give it to me. Give me that hard cock!” The words came out but she didn’t consciously say them. They were sourced from the animal within.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so hot!” Steven lost control. He began pounding away at her—deep, hard, fast. He reached under her and squeezed her ass.

“God, that hot ass!” he called out. He began fucking her even harder if that was possible. His stomach slapped against hers as his cock dove deep. She could feel it and it felt good. She could hear it. It was the sound of hot, wet, raw sex. Steven was a madman taking his pleasure. Now it was all for him. The animal in him had been set loose.

“Cum, cum, cum baby!” he cried. Jena’s pussy obeyed and unleashed a flood of hot sticky juice.

Jena let it flow. Her oily secretions streamed from her pussy. It was her gift to him. She knew he loved the juice of woman. Her cream flowed onto his cock, over his balls, down her butt crack and into her ass. His animal cock smacked into it and sloshed it upon their bodies. It splashed onto her stomach. It covered his muscular thighs. It landed on her tits and he licked it off. It drenched his pubic hairs and splashed upwards to his chest. She was his hot, wet animal. He was her hard, hot, horny man.
Yeah! Fuck yeah!

Steven gripped her ankles and pushed her legs back. This opened Jena up even more. He pushed in deeper. She was so hot…so wet. Her pussy felt like millions of little bubbles wrapped tight around his cock—little pleasure bubbles that were begging to be sprayed with his own hot juice. That’s what he was about to give her. He would soon shoot his cum in her…deep inside her…fill her with his essence. Yeah, he would mark his territory.

Jena was ready for it. Her pussy was yearning for it…begging to be filled by his hot juice…just waiting for that explosive moment so it could swallow him up…absorb him…take him in. Her heated core hungered for him, craved his hot, sweet cum. Oh, how it wanted those hot spurts deep inside her. Her pussy was starving for his release, ready to feast on his love juice. Her hot, horny walls raged with a need…lusted to be marked…ached for his hot sticky cum to flood them.

Jena felt so good…so hot…so so fucking hot! All Steven could think about was the pleasure this fantastic woman was giving him…allowing him to take…yeah, taking my pleasure…yeah, baby…give me my pussy…
give me that hot pussy!

Steven’s mind went totally blank. He began pumping her furiously…deep…hard…fast. He was like a machine…a fucking machine…an animal fucking machine. He was a wild, horny beast that was taking his pleasure from his female…his woman in heat. Her wet, delicious, hot pussy was all for him—shoot that hot cum in her. Yeah, yeah, yeah…it was coming up through his balls…his shaft…he could feel it. Oh yeah…shoot it in that hot pussy…that hot pussy that’s wrapped around my cock, Fuck that pussy good…fill it up with cum…take my cum, baby…
yes…yes…yes!

“I’m cumming baby,” he moaned. “I’m cumming!”

“Cum baby cum!” cried Jena. “Cum for me!”

Steven pushed deep inside her. Jena could feel his cock pulsating, quivering inside of her. The head suddenly grew incredibly huge. Steven pushed in even deeper and stayed there. For a long second he was absolutely quiet as the power of pleasure overtook him. Then he exploded with volcano force.

“Ohh! Ohh!” he screamed. “Oh God yeah!”

Jena felt him convulse in ecstasy. Steven had held back that last second to reap as much pleasure as possible, to hold on to the moment as long as he could. Once, twice, three times his cock contracted, shooting huge spurts inside her, instantly bathing her walls with fluid.

And it just kept coming. His cock throbbed inside her, each contraction spurting more hot juice inside her. He squeezed both of her tits with his hands as he pumped deep into her. His pent-up juices flowed like lava into the depths of her core.

Jena gazed into his face…his eyes. It was a picture of exquisite pleasure. Nothing could
ever
compare to this. It was free and raw and pure. It fed from the soul. It was a primal unleashing of passion, an unbridled lust fulfilled.

Steven’s face reflected the joyous ecstasy he was experiencing. It was the ultimate. No greater gift could she bestow upon him. She was giving
herself
. To give him this incredible pleasure was beyond description. She wished she could stop time and freeze the moment, capture his face and lock it away. It was a priceless image she wanted to hold onto forever.

Jena shuddered as one last powerful orgasm rocked her body. This one was different than the others. It pierced through the physical realm of pleasure, transcended the sensual sphere. It reached through layers of lusty desires and into her soul. It was powered by emotion, fueled by spirit and guided by the heavens. It was destiny.

Chapter 11

N
ine o’clock on the dot. Jena sat down at her desk. A stack of papers was waiting for her. Roger’s import files were to be reviewed today.

Jena took a deep breath. It all seemed so surreal. Had she really just spent the night with Steven? Was her longtime fantasy man for real? Did they really make passionate love until the sun came up? Maybe it was an illusion, a dream from which she hadn’t awakened yet. The soreness between her thighs told her it was real.

Jena was numb with the gravity of the whole thing—the rekindling of an old friendship, the mind-blowing sex, the inevitable emotional attachment. Questions crept in. Where would this go? Was this just a passing fling for Steven? Did he want more? It was all too much to deal with now. It was better to just enjoy the afterglow of the best night of her life.

Even though she hadn’t slept more than an hour or so she wasn’t tired. She was on a high that she had never experienced before. It was a serene feeling of contentment. Sure the sexual gratification was part of it, but it was
much
more. It was sheer joy, happiness in its rawest state. It was hope—for exactly what she didn’t know. All she knew was that life had suddenly become better. Her dreams
could
come true. She could have it all.

A special presence surrounded her. She could feel it. An aura of pure joy had swept her up and engulfed her. It was holding her captive in a state of ecstasy from which she didn’t want to escape. At this moment she felt like the queen of the world, crowned with a luminous halo anchored deep within her soul. Nothing or nobody could take this away. She was flying high, riding the clouds of love.

Jena reflected back on the night—and the amazing man with whom she shared it. She tried to remember their erotic moments, but it was all a euphoric haze. It had been an endless flow of passion—a plateau of pleasure that lasted through the night. It had been a sensual experience beyond description. Steven was so raw, yet so romantic. He overwhelmed her emotions while ravishing her body. He consumed her in her entirety. He took her in every sense of the word. Jena wanted
more
.

“Good morning, Jena,” came a voice.

Vicki was standing beside her desk. She hadn’t seen her approach.

“Oh…hi,” stammered Jena. Her mind was still in the heavens.

Vicki momentarily locked into her eyes. She smiled.

“Oh my,” said Vicki with a knowing gaze. “Someone got happy last night. That look on your face doesn’t lie. Who is he!”

Jena momentarily blushed. She motioned for Vicki to step closer. She certainly didn’t want Roger to hear this.

“I’m floating,” Jena whispered. “It’s a long story, but here’s the short version. Someone…a hometown guy I’ve known for years, met me for a drink yesterday. Oh, God!”

Jena closed her eyes for a moment. Memories of last night flashed before her. She was on top of Steven pushing him deep inside her. She gazed into his eyes. They reflected raw pleasure, pure ecstasy that poured from within.

Jena was lost. It mattered not that Vicki was standing there watching in amazement. Her consciousness was on autopilot. Her brain was high on the vivid pictures that flashed before her—sensual images of uninhibited, absolute passion.

The all-so-real visual of the two of them making love filled her mind. She could feel him slide in deeper as he tightened his abs and arched upwards. He grabbed her ass and pushed her even tighter against him. He was in deep…touching that place…that location that she never knew existed…that place of indescribable pleasure…that erotic spot where her inner fire resided. Oh, it feels sooo good!

“Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!” she squealed softly.

Jena’s body shuddered as a sharp orgasm rocked her body. Her face cringed in pleasure. Vicki watched in stunned amazement. She could hardly believe it, but she knew it was real. Jena was climaxing right there at her desk. What the…! This girl was so full of raw sensuality that she could spontaneously orgasm right here…right now…at work. Unbelievable!

Jena was unleashing a deep and primal force. Hers was a hair-trigger sexual energy, one that that could manifest without warning. She didn’t seem to care who saw it or heard it—or maybe it was simply out of her control.

Suddenly a voice interrupted. It was Roger.

“Vicki, can you come here for a moment? I need you to make some copies of something.”

Vicki scurried away before Roger had a chance to come to her. She didn’t want to risk Jena getting caught in an awkward situation. At this second she was in no mental condition to converse with Roger.

Vicki’s curiosity was piqued. How in the world could this happen? Who set her on fire? What male was capable of hijacking the female brain to this extent? Was the sex
that
good! These were questions she would soon ask.

Jena struggled to bring herself back. She was shocked at what had just occurred.
Never
had her body reacted like this—not even close. She was caught between embarrassment and disbelief and wanting it to happen again. It damn sure felt good.

Jena took a deep breath. Maybe she had imagined that short intense blast of pleasure. The thin coat of moisture between her thighs told her it was real. It was unbelievable. Just thinking of Steven could get her off. What a sensual animal he was…so hot…so damn sexy.