Unleashed: Volume 2 (Unleashed #2) (4 page)

Suddenly, I felt
something cold and unyielding against my sex. I gasped and tried to
twist away. Declan’s palm cracked down hard on my ass cheek.

“You stay right where
I tell you,” he barked. I moaned in response, sure I was dripping
now.

He took an ice cube in
his thick fingers, and brought it back again against the lips of my
pussy. “You need to learn some discipline.”

He rubbed against me,
teasingly bringing the ice cube near, then over my clit. The smooth,
cold sensation brought me close to orgasm and I started tensing,
panting, my hands clutching the couch pillows.

Fisting my ponytail,
Declan bent over and barked in my ear. “Don’t come until I tell
you. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Declan, yes.”
Breathless, I could hear myself speak rather than consciously forming
the words. My body had taken over completely, in his hands, under his
control.

I could hear his hand
dipping again into his drink, the ice cubes clinking against the
glass. I could feel myself shaking with anticipation and need, a drop
of liquid slowly traveling down my inner thigh. I didn’t know if it
was my juices, the melted ice or both.

Then, cold, hard ice
pressed against my hot, soft slit. I had to bite down on my bottom
lip, wincing from pain and pleasure. In the intensity of the
sensation, it took everything I had not to let go into a blistering
orgasm.

“Stay still,” he
warned me. I hadn’t even realized I was bucking against him,
desperately trying to get more into my pussy, more ice, more of him.
Once I restrained myself, holding still, he slid one, then two
fingers inside me, stroking slowly and deliberately. The ice cube he
kept circling around my clit, the cold pressure driving me senseless,
wild.

“Did it make you wet?
Teasing those men?”

“No, Declan.” I
didn’t want to admit it. But it had, especially with him watching
me. Slap, I felt a hard, sharp whack on my exposed, bare ass. I cried
out, a shudder of pain and pleasure rippling through me.

“Tell me the truth.”
His fingers were back, this time two fingers fucked my pussy. But
with the other hand, he moved. He drew his finger up to circle my
asshole, light, sensual, not penetrating, just touching. He dipped
down to gather some of my slick juice, then brought it up to my other
opening. I tensed. No one had ever touched me there. He continued,
finger fucking my pussy while circling my asshole, slowly, so slowly.
I panted, frightened, wanting, afraid, desperately needing.

“Naughty girl,” he
said. I moaned, shaking. “Did it make you wet?” he repeated,
pushing his fingers deep into my pussy, then slowly drawing them out.

“Declan!” I
screamed. “Yes! When you watched me! Yes!”

His fingers stilled.
“You saw me watching you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“And you liked that?”

“Yes, Declan, yes,”
I panted, incoherent. “Please!”

He bent over me,
growling hot in my ear, “Now you come!”

He thrust his fingers
deep into my sex. At the same time he pressed his large thumb against
the entrance of my virgin hole. Not inside, but with the pressure on
my clit, the feel of his thick fingers up inside me, I realized I
might want more. I might want him to do more than tease my ass.

With a scream of wild
abandon, my orgasm hit me and I bucked against him, shuddering,
surrendering to the intensity. Wave after wave, throb after throb of
release numbed my mind as I nearly blacked out. Fingers clutching the
leather, mouth open, I let out an incoherent stream of pleasure.
“Yes! Declan! Ah!”

I hadn’t even
finished coming when I heard his rough voice with another command.
“Brace yourself. I’m going to fuck you.”

Massive, powerful hands
grabbed my hips, claiming me, positioning me exactly where he wanted.
I felt his thick tip at my dripping entrance. Then, with a deep,
primal groan, he plunged his giant, hard cock straight into my
soaked, quivering pussy.

I cried out at the
force of it. It pinched and hurt and I gasped. But then, stretched so
full, pleasure flooded me, making me even more slick. I moaned. It
was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Possessed, taken by Declan,
nothing had ever felt so good.

He froze, still inside
me. “Fuck! Kara!” I knew what he meant. “You were a virgin?”

“Yes.” I felt too
amazing to feel embarrassed, too thrilled to worry about his
reaction. If it felt that good from just him entering me, what would
it feel like when he started to move, working all that solid steel in
and out of me, pumping, driving? I shook in anticipation.

“Fuck. You didn’t
tell me!”

I had to get him to
move on. To move. Arching my ass into his grip, I pressed myself
against him, sheathing him completely in my slick, hot folds. He was
so huge, it barely felt like he could fit inside of me, but somehow
he was, filling me, owning me.

“Declan,” I moaned,
thrusting at him, letting him know how amazing it felt, to be
stretched so wide, completely stuffed. He still didn’t move, as if
his concern won out over his lust. I needed to do something about
that. Using my own juices, I slid my pussy along his cock, pulling
slightly away, then fitting myself down along every inch of his
length with a deep, shuddering sigh. “You feel so good.”

“You’re so tight.”
His voice sounded strangled and he dropped his mouth to my shoulder,
sucking me there, then biting. “Kara,” he hissed, as he started
to move, a bit at a time, a fraction out, a fraction in. Gentle,
slow.

“Declan!” I
screamed. I needed more. He was trying to go easy on me, handle me
with care, but I didn’t want that. I wanted it all, full throttle,
everything he had driving into me. I’d waited too long to feel
satisfied with anything less. “Please,” I groaned, thrusting
back, opening my legs wider, showing him how much I wanted all of
him.

“You want this,
Kara?” he asked, sliding out more, then sinking in deep.

“Yes!” I screamed,
overwhelmed with the size of him. It burned, but the heat and pain
licked me, arousing me in the most carnal way.

“I don’t think I
can go slow.” He choked out his words, still holding back, still
tense and coiled standing behind me. I needed him to let go, let out
all of his strength and power, unleash all of it into me.

“Please!” I moaned,
begging him, pleading.

His fingers dug into my
hips as he pulled all the way out to his tip. Then he plunged all of
the way in, full and hard. With a primal groan, he began to thrust,
pounding his cock deep into me again and again.

“Declan!” I
screamed, clutching the leather of the couch. I strained to keep
standing up under his onslaught. I needed to stay standing. I needed
this like I’d never needed anything in my life, him pounding into
my slick, wet slit, every inch of him strong and relentless.

“Kara, I have to fuck
you hard. I can’t hold back.” His hands held me exactly where he
wanted me, angled just right for him to piston in and out, driving
and fierce.

“Yes!” I could feel
the shuddering, throbbing heat build inside me with each long,
intense thrust. He groaned and pounded into me. Sweaty, his balls
slapped against my pussy with each thrust.

“You want me to fuck
you?” he asked, so wicked.

“Yes, oh, please fuck
me.” He was huge, the fit so tight. Rock-hard he plundered my
depths, throttling against me again and again.

“You like that? Deep
in you?”

“Yes,” I screamed,
my voice growing hoarse, sounding like a wild animal.

“Kara!” he groaned,
guttural. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes!” I pleaded.
The thought of feeling him climax brought me right up close to the
edge. Rutting against him, I wanted his hot come deep inside of me.
I’d never wanted anything more.

Like a firehose, he
exploded into me, hard and long and strong. Violent spasms of ecstasy
gripped me, surrounded me as I came explosively around his cock.

“Yes!” I cried, my
pussy squeezing and pulsing around his length.

“Kara! Fuck!” he
cried out, emptying his seed deep inside of me. I shuddered and
twisted, taking all of him in, wanting every drop.

Panting, sweating, he
rested his hands on either side of my body and brought his face down
to my back, the rough stubble of his cheek against my skin.
Quivering, shaking, I felt like liquid pleasure, suffused by his
heat, his solid, hard masculinity. Him.

Declan

Then

When you’re getting
your cock sucked, it’s generally a pretty good experience. You tend
to enjoy yourself, especially when the girl’s into it.

That night was no
exception. A girl I’d hooked up with a few times had come down to
my cabin. I didn’t usually have girls back at my place, but I’d
been sitting around drunk and bored when she showed up. Layla I
thought her name was, but it could have been Lara. I wasn’t too
sure about her name, but I was sure about exactly why she’d come to
find me. She’d driven there horny as hell, so there was really only
one way things would go down.

And go down she did.
She knelt between my legs, sucking me like a pro, slick and tight.

I had my eyes closed as
I sat on the couch. And I thought of Kara Brooks, her plump, pink
lips, how she’d moisten them sometimes with her tongue. How I’d
catch her looking at me and her eyes would widen, her lips parting
slightly in response. At 21 I’d already had a lot of women, but I
knew I’d never had one like her. How would it feel if it were Kara
kneeling between my legs, her hands on my thighs, her mouth wrapped
around my hard shaft? What if it were her soft sounds coming from
between my legs, her moans of pleasure as she sucked my full length?

“You’re so huge,
Declan,” she moaned, licking me like the sweetest candy. It wasn’t
Kara sucking me. But Kara was like a goddamned magnet for my
thoughts. She was more and more of a distraction, consuming more and
more of my attention. Because a couple of weeks ago everything had
changed. Ever since that moment in my truck. All alone, just the two
of us, I’d spanked her. And she’d moaned with need underneath my
hand.

I’d been avoiding her
ever since, turning out of the barn if she came near it, heading out
most nights like I couldn’t even stand to see her bedroom light on
in her window. But the more I denied it, the more it built up in me,
the fire raging into an inferno. Every day I stayed away, I felt more
and more like a ticking time bomb. Because now I knew she wanted me.
And I sure as hell wanted her, too.

I didn’t admit it to
myself, but Kara was why I’d stayed in that night, not interested
in my usual haunts or playmates. I told myself I wanted to hang out
and do nothing. Really, I’d hoped I might see Kara. It didn’t
seem likely, but there was a chance she’d see the light on in my
cabin and come down for a visit. She had to feel it too, this tension
mounting and building between us. She hadn’t ever come down to my
cabin before, but one day soon this flooding dam would have to burst.
Tonight might be the night.

Layla swirled her
tongue around me, down at the base and on up to my wide crown. She
knew what she was doing. Kara wouldn’t, I knew that, and the
thought of her inexperience, of teaching her, showing her how to do
it for me, only made me swell thicker. What if it were soft, sweet
Kara with her full, luscious lips wrapped around my shaft? To hear
the sounds she’d make as she sucked me. To look down into her eyes
as she kneeled before me, gazing up at me with dazed lust as her
mouth took in my length.

Then I opened my eyes
and saw her. At first I thought it was all part of my fantasy, as if
somehow I extended it, blending it into reality. I was buzzed and
about to come, after all. So when I first saw Kara standing at the
door looking flushed and surprised, those sweet, soft lips I’d been
dreaming about parted slightly open. I figured I’d made it up.

But then Kara’s eyes
widened big with shock. She looked straight at my long, hard cock
getting sucked good, and I realized it was real. Kara was truly
standing at the door of my cabin, just like I’d jerked off about so
many times, too many in the last few weeks, coming down to my cabin
all alone late at night. She had on a tiny little t-shirt and short
shorts like she wore in my fantasies, not much to them, quick and
easy to bunch up and ball on the floor.

And now it was
happening. She’d come down to my cabin late at night. While Layla
was sucking my dick.

The thing was, Kara
wasn’t moving. And she could see it all, the whole nasty, hardcore
scene. I sat buck naked on the couch, my thighs spread. Layla kneeled
before me, moaning as her head worked up and down along on my giant,
slick cock. And Kara was watching it all. Her gaze fixed on it, the
way Layla worked, how I cupped my hand on the back of her head as she
sucked.

Kara was turned on. I
could see it in the flush on her cheeks, the tightening of the sweet
buds of her nipples, the slight glaze in her eyes. She liked what she
saw. It burned her up. Holy shit.

Eyes locked hot on
Kara, I wrapped my hand around Layla’s head and pushed her down on
my hard shaft.

“Suck it,” I
ordered. Kara’s perfect pink lips parted in response, as if she
were picturing doing it. I nearly came right then from the sight of
it, my prick swelling even bigger, my balls tightening with come.

“Yes, baby,” I
murmured, speaking directly to Kara. She hadn’t looked up into my
eyes yet, she was too fixated on my cock. Exactly where I wanted her,
there down between my legs, her mouth on me exactly like that. Layla
moaned and I could feel the vibrations deep. But that wasn’t what
brought me to the edge. It was Kara. A shudder ran through her body
and I could feel her heat, her need, her arousal.